“Fuck, me neither,” I grit out and start pumping my cock for real. He picks up speed, too, and as the couple on screen start to come—first her, then him, moaning and panting—I feel my insides clench.
Jet suddenly reaches for my dick. His other hand is still on his hard-on, jacking himself off in short, hard pulls. “J.”
His hand closes over mine, and together we milk my dick as he comes with a moan, his cum hitting his chest with a soft splash.
Then I’m coming, too, my lungs seizing, my whole body tightening with the force of it, and I groan with relief as the pressure finally snaps.
I spill all over myself, and Jet’s bed. It’s a mess. I’m a boneless sprawl on the cum-splattered sheets, and I can’t move one finger to get up and clean it up.
Can’t even think about what this means—that I came jerking off to a video with my best friend, that I came with his hand over mine, while thinking of fucking Candy.
Fuck, I can’t think at all.
Chapter Nine
JETHRO
Joel elbows me in the ribs hard enough to bruise. “Hey, dude, you okay?”
I’m fucking paranoid again, thinking I saw someone watching me, stalking me. Not that I’d tell this to Joel. He’s got my back, but no one in their right mind would be friends with a wacko, and he’s all I got.
If he leaves…
He’s always been a solid presence, ever since I walked into that classroom when I was seventeen, and he nodded at me. Strong, confident, he makes me feel safe, and even now his hand grips my arm, grinding my bones together, grounding me.
How could I ever tell him I need more? I’d never tell him, not in a million years, and that’s the truth.
Well, fuck me sideways.
Can’t believe what just went down—that J jacked off by my side, watching porn. That he allowed me to put my hand over his as he came.
A day later, and the memory still has me going hard in nanoseconds.
Not necessarily a good thing, especially when against all hope I landed the job at the bookstore, and today is my first day there.
I tug again on my long-sleeved T-shirt, pat my black pants, and think, fuck it. I don’t have any other clothes, and I can’t tame my hair, so I should stop worrying about it.
Can’t believe I got the job. Me, in a bookstore.
Shit.
I open the door, and a bunch of chimes sounds madly over my head, making me flinch. Rattled, I let the door close and take two steps inside.
Smell of something floral and Windex. A short, slim woman with wild red hair comes out of an office in the back and smiles at me.
“Jethro Connors?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Come on in, I’ll show you around, explain your duties until Candy comes in. She’ll fill you in about the details.”
“Candy.” I grin, can’t help it.
“You know her?”
“She’s the one who gave me your card.”
“I see.” A crease forms between the woman’s groomed brows, then she smiles again and says, “Come with me.”