tell her, helping her lie back on the couch.
“So lovely, Jasper. No wonder Derek wants you, who wouldn’t?”
My brow furrows at her drunken talk. The hairs rise on my neck, and Derek has become completely still, his posture rigid. “You’re drunk, Ky,” I reiterate.
She exhales, then yawns. “Drunk or not, it’s the truth.” Her eyes close.
Derek makes a hasty exit, leaving me bewildered. I pull a blanket over her, grab the glasses, and take them through to the kitchen.
Derek leans with his palms flat against the sideboard, his shoulders tense. His head is bowed down toward the floor and he’s muttering cuss words.
“She’s out for the night,” I tell him, making him tense at the sound of my voice. I place the glasses in the sink and turn to find Derek’s smouldering gaze on me. He has a way of making me feel stripped bare with just a look. I had always been in control, the dominant participant in my sexual adventures, but Derek has me squirming in my fucking skin. I’ve lived with him for six years and never thought about him in any way other than as my good friend, so what has changed? What’s happening to me? What is he doing?
“What was Kyra talking about in there, Derek?” I ask in an accusing tone.
He straightens to his full height, his fist clenching, and the tic in his jaw prominent. He takes a couple of steps in my direction. “I’m bisexual.” His voice is laced with a heightened energy. His eyes pin and hold me captive in their impenetrable gaze. “And I want to fuck you.”
He continues towards me. My mouth feels sealed shut, my mind tries to process what he just said, but the blood rushes to my cock, confusing and scaring the shit out of me. He’s too close; I’m not bisexual, so why am I shaking? His breath wisps across my face, making me inhale sharply and swallow the rush of saliva filling my mouth. His body brushes against mine gently like a whisper of a promise. His head lowers, his lips next to my ear. I feel like I’m vibrating from the nerves and the electric energy filling the room.
“And you want me to fuck you too, Jasper. I can see it, feel it.” His face turns, his full lips brushing against mine. I’m frozen, my mind at war with what my body is telling me."Mmm, I can taste it.” He moves his head back and studies my face for what feels like a lifetime before the heat emanating from him leaves me and I’m standing alone in the kitchen, completely stunned.
* * * * *
Derek carries Kyra up to River’s old reading room and places her in bed. When he steps out, his eyes hold mine for a few heart stomping seconds before he goes to his room, closing the door and leaving me left to toss and turn all night. He was right when he said I wanted him too. I can’t explain it because I don’t understand what’s happening to me, but knowing Kyra is mere feet away and across the hall, and Derek is in his room thinking about me, wanting me… fuck! It’s left my blood on boil. Everything is changing; why now? This can’t be happening. I’m just going through a meltdown over the new shit in my life. This is all just about Hannah and the baby, that’s all this is. It all comes back to that. That’s all this is, that’s all this is.
* * * * *
I shower and dress quickly, and leave without grabbing the usual coffee with Derek. I can’t deal with it right now. I was up all night trying to understand what changed in me, what’s different. I want a man; I am really fucking craving him.
I drive to the office and work over the documentation Sammy wants to discuss. I lose myself in the work and it’s a relief not to be consumed by Derek for a little while.
“Hey, man. What time did you get here?” Sammy asks, entering the office.
“Not long ago. I wanted an early start. I have a lunch date with River today.” I grin at him, and he points his finger at me and raises an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t be smug; she’s on some weird River-save-Jasper
“So lovely, Jasper. No wonder Derek wants you, who wouldn’t?”
My brow furrows at her drunken talk. The hairs rise on my neck, and Derek has become completely still, his posture rigid. “You’re drunk, Ky,” I reiterate.
She exhales, then yawns. “Drunk or not, it’s the truth.” Her eyes close.
Derek makes a hasty exit, leaving me bewildered. I pull a blanket over her, grab the glasses, and take them through to the kitchen.
Derek leans with his palms flat against the sideboard, his shoulders tense. His head is bowed down toward the floor and he’s muttering cuss words.
“She’s out for the night,” I tell him, making him tense at the sound of my voice. I place the glasses in the sink and turn to find Derek’s smouldering gaze on me. He has a way of making me feel stripped bare with just a look. I had always been in control, the dominant participant in my sexual adventures, but Derek has me squirming in my fucking skin. I’ve lived with him for six years and never thought about him in any way other than as my good friend, so what has changed? What’s happening to me? What is he doing?
“What was Kyra talking about in there, Derek?” I ask in an accusing tone.
He straightens to his full height, his fist clenching, and the tic in his jaw prominent. He takes a couple of steps in my direction. “I’m bisexual.” His voice is laced with a heightened energy. His eyes pin and hold me captive in their impenetrable gaze. “And I want to fuck you.”
He continues towards me. My mouth feels sealed shut, my mind tries to process what he just said, but the blood rushes to my cock, confusing and scaring the shit out of me. He’s too close; I’m not bisexual, so why am I shaking? His breath wisps across my face, making me inhale sharply and swallow the rush of saliva filling my mouth. His body brushes against mine gently like a whisper of a promise. His head lowers, his lips next to my ear. I feel like I’m vibrating from the nerves and the electric energy filling the room.
“And you want me to fuck you too, Jasper. I can see it, feel it.” His face turns, his full lips brushing against mine. I’m frozen, my mind at war with what my body is telling me."Mmm, I can taste it.” He moves his head back and studies my face for what feels like a lifetime before the heat emanating from him leaves me and I’m standing alone in the kitchen, completely stunned.
* * * * *
Derek carries Kyra up to River’s old reading room and places her in bed. When he steps out, his eyes hold mine for a few heart stomping seconds before he goes to his room, closing the door and leaving me left to toss and turn all night. He was right when he said I wanted him too. I can’t explain it because I don’t understand what’s happening to me, but knowing Kyra is mere feet away and across the hall, and Derek is in his room thinking about me, wanting me… fuck! It’s left my blood on boil. Everything is changing; why now? This can’t be happening. I’m just going through a meltdown over the new shit in my life. This is all just about Hannah and the baby, that’s all this is. It all comes back to that. That’s all this is, that’s all this is.
* * * * *
I shower and dress quickly, and leave without grabbing the usual coffee with Derek. I can’t deal with it right now. I was up all night trying to understand what changed in me, what’s different. I want a man; I am really fucking craving him.
I drive to the office and work over the documentation Sammy wants to discuss. I lose myself in the work and it’s a relief not to be consumed by Derek for a little while.
“Hey, man. What time did you get here?” Sammy asks, entering the office.
“Not long ago. I wanted an early start. I have a lunch date with River today.” I grin at him, and he points his finger at me and raises an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t be smug; she’s on some weird River-save-Jasper
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