Mouth dry—desert dry. Brain freezing and short circuiting.
“I’m… tired,” I tell him, still watching his hand move up and down in a mesmerizing motion.
“Oh?” he muses, not sounding surprised at all.
He drops his hold on himself, and he reclines back, putting both hands behind his head.
“Then let’s get some sleep. There’s always tomorrow, right?”
Tomorrow officially sucks.
“Yeah,” I squeak, forcing a smile.
Very quickly, I slide into bed, and almost instantly, he’s right up against me the second I flip off my lamp. His arms come around my waist, and he pulls me back against him until I feel every inch of my back covered by his warm, tempting skin.
Then there’s that penis again. It’s poking me in the back, demanding I pay it some attention.
“Night, Bo,” he says with a smile in his voice.
“Good night,” I say through clenched teeth. No way am I getting any sleep now.
I’m worried my dreams will include Jax stroking that monster he calls a penis.
Chapter 17
BO
Fake Period Day 2
Everyone else is laughing it up and enjoying the beach. I’m sitting in my room, pretending that I’m slowly bleeding to death while avoiding sharks. My life is one disastrous lie after another. It’s getting out of hand.
To distract myself, I pick up the bag of Pretty Posh tester samples Jane brought in this morning. There’s a note from Shanna inside, even though it’s not her handwriting. Considering how quickly it got here, I’m assuming she sent it from the island warehouse and had someone else write this note.
I hate her. This note is too personal to be sending via someone else. A text would have been just as good.
Bo, check this shit out. Rub the tingly stuff on your clit, and it will definitely have you jumping Mr. Hottie and squashing all those pesky inner thoughts I’m sure you’re warring with right now. By the way…
I quit reading because my cheeks are on fire. Stupid letter. Someone else wrote that and read it. Read about me rubbing some tingly stuff on my… lady bits.
Cursing her silently, I remove the unmarked lid and look in at the simple gel inside. None of the testers have been named yet. We’re branching out into cosmetics and now some bedroom romance items. Such as the lady bit tingly gel that smells like cinnamon.
Shrugging, I dip my finger in, testing the feel. It’s a lot like hair gel, which is not what I was expecting. Most of them have a much different consistency.
Not that I’ve used them a lot… With my vibrator… When I was alone…
Getting a decent size amount on my fingertip, I glance over at the door, seeing it’s locked, and bite my lip while debating my options. Ah hell. This will help me get there faster, and I might stop thinking about sex with Jax if I just handle matters myself.
Wish I had my vibrator.
Shoving my shorts down with my other hand, I spread my legs and rub the gel right where it’s supposed to go. Nothing happens.
I dip my finger in again, then resume the process of applying it once more, using a more generous amount this time. The subtle heat finally begins, and I start feeling a dull throb where it’s doing its tingly work.
It’s like zero to sixty in point five seconds, because I’m full blown needy in less than a breath. But before I can start taking care of those needs, the subtle heat t
urns into an inferno, and the throb starts feeling like a sledgehammer against my little lady bud.
“Shit!” I hiss, cursing as the pain licks down, traveling with the flow of the gel that has run lower than it should of because of how much I tried to use.