And want.
Jason’s mouth opening to mine, his taste, his body moving against mine, slick and strong and hot, his moans, his grip on my arms, bruising. As if he needed me. Wanted me.
I rub at the dark bruises marking my forearms underneath the fabric of my shirt, and drop my head on top of the counter. I’m hard, and fucking confused.
I should have shaken him, demanded answers. What is he doing with Shun’s and Jesse’s money if he’s not renting a room? Should I talk to them, tell them about this?
They don’t know, do they? Wouldn’t they have said something about it?
But why would they talk about him to me, when I never wanted to hear it, and Ocean thinks I hate Jason? I never told him the truth.
That I never hated him. That I was only confused and jealous. Because as it turns out, I’d wanted Jason for myself, from the moment I laid eyes on him.
Wanting another guy is a sin, according to my aunt. She gave up trying to beat the shit out of me after she realized I was growing tall and strong fast, but she never missed a chance to tell me I’d burn in hell.
Imagine hearing that for years, and then seeing Jason Vega in front of you for the first time.
Striking. Infuriating. Dangerously hot.
Broken.
Perfect.
I never thought I’d see him again after that, much less have him naked in my living room, in my arms, that he’d be on my mind day and night, not letting me rest. That he’d make me not care if I’ll burn in hell or not for a chance to touch him, and kiss him.
That the thought of seeing him again, touching him, is so damn exciting everything else fades.
I’m so fucked…
Cruising down the familiar street, I look for a certain tall, dark-haired, sexy hooker. Just to pay what I owe him for last night, I tell myself.
I’m a shitty liar.
My cell phone starts ringing as I approach Jason’s corner, and I think about how he said he sleeps there. It’s raining, fat drops thumping on the windshield. I grit my teeth and keep driving. I’ll find him.
And my damn phone keeps ringing, so I lift it to my ear and slow down. “Yeah?”
“Hey, R. Whatcha doing tonight?”
I grin. “What’s up, Shun?”
My brother huffs. “Thought you might wanna come over for a drink. Kayla is going out with the girls, and I thought we could go out just us guys, play pool or something.”
It sounds good. I’ve barely seen him these past weeks, caught up in work and then Jason. But I hesitate.
“Seth and Shane already said yes,” he says. “Micah and Jesse Lee will let me know. Asher and Tyler might be there, too. Come on.”
Yeah, it sounds awesome. I slow the truck almost to a halt, staring at the corner where Jason usually stands.
Empty.
“Nah, I… I can’t tonight.”
“Shit, really? Why not? Got some hot guy lined up and waiting for you at home?”
“Fuck you, asshole,” I say affectionately. “I’m just tired.”
“I was gonna ask next if it was that Gary guy.”