Page 81 of Jesse's Girl
“Whoa! Hey! Who are you and what have you done with my sister?” He chuckles, throwing me a confused look over her shoulder.
“What? I’m just happy you’re here. Shut up,” she says, stepping back and flipping her hair away from her face.
“Ada, I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve willingly hugged me. What’s up?” He glances at me like I can explain her unusual greeting.
I give him a tight smile and shrug.
“I’m probably drunk, I dunno,” she explains with a laugh that comes out a bit too loud.
Easy, Ada, I plead with her silently.
She seems to realize she’s being weird, because she quickly busies herself searching for another lawn chair. Finding one behind the shed, she dusts it off and presents it to Marcus with a flourish. I stay in my seat, needing another moment to cool my jets, and send a fervent plea to my dick to settle the fuck down.
“Jesus Christ,” Marcus says, his expression skeptical. “Am I gonna need a tetanus shot before sitting on that thing?”
Ada’s laugh is higher pitched than usual, but she reins it in. “I’ll go get you a margarita,” she says to Marcus, then turns to head down the basement stairs.
“No, I got it,” I say, finally trusting myself to stand. “You sling drinks at work all the time. My turn.”
I squeeze her shoulder as I walk past, instantly regretting the touch and how my hand lingers a fraction longer than necessary.
What the hell is happening?
It’s nearly two in the morning and I cannot, for the life of me, get comfortable. Shifting in my bed for the thousandth time, I’m tormented by my failure to keep myself in check around Ada. If anything, my attraction to her has only grown since living here—a fact I’m sure anyone with two brain cells could’ve seen coming. My own brain cells, however, seem to be missing in action. I’m struggling, replaying our conversation in the backyard earlier tonight on an agonizing loop.
Marcus nearly caught me touching his sister. Sure, it was only her leg—but it was clear where we were headed.
I can’t stop thinking about Ada’s encouragement to cut loose and fuck the consequences… And the look on her face. She knew exactly what she was saying. In that moment—with my fingers on her warm skin, my cock getting harder by the second—I’d forgotten all about having invited Marcus over.
I roll onto my side and stuff the pillow under my head—a bit aggressively—hoping sleep will give me some relief.
Come on, willpower. Do your thing.
Then an unmistakable sound has my eyes flying open.
Oh, Jesus.
Realization dawns on me fast and hot as all my blood rushes to my dick.
Another soft sound of pleasure comes from the next room and I’m rock-hard in an instant. I hold my breath, my heart kicking in my chest. My attention is laser-focused on that sound, waiting for more—and I’m soon rewarded with another moan. My hand is on my cock without a second thought. Bad idea, I think as I stroke myself, my eyes rolling back in my head at the relief of finally giving in. Fucking hot, fucking bad idea.
Pumping myself faster now, I know deep in my bones this is wrong. The shame coils around my ribcage but I can’t stop.
Shit.
I should not be jerking off to my best friend’s sister touching herself in the next room. She must think I’m asleep. Or not realize how thin the walls are. Or…
Does she know I can hear? Want me to hear?
Fuck. I should stop.
But the idea that Ada might be doing this on purpose—doing this for me—only has me stroking faster.
Oh, God. Can’t stop.
I clench my jaw, painfully aware that making any noise would give me away.
Another blissful, whimpering sound from Ada’s lips has me nearly on the edge of orgasm. I imagine busting through that wall, leaving behind a Jesse-shaped hole like some kind of modern-day Kool-Aid man with a boner. Because fuck, I’d give anything to be with her. To see her touch herself with my own eyes. To finish this together.