“Ty,” she warns.
“Fine. I’ll do my best.”
This is ridiculous. Absolutely batshit ridiculous.
What do I even say? What the hell do Ido? My man is high off his ass on GHB, grinding on a pillow, and I’m on a video call like I’m supposed tosoothehim to sleep with bedtime stories or something. Or with other kinds of stories actually…
Of course Ialwayswant to help him.And if helping him means getting him off so he can crash, sleep and be okay… then maybe I have to do it.
Jace is usually the forward one. The one constantly pushing my buttons, trying to fluster me with his smirks and filthy one-liners—and yeah, I secretly love it. But right now?
Right now, he’s just soft and slurred and the lust is practicallyrollingoff of him in waves.
“Ty?” he whispers, having heard my laugh. He tilts his head toward the screen with that dreamy, dazed look in his eyes. “Oh fuck, b-baby. I mis—missed you…” His mouth parts as he stares at me, pupils blown wide, eating up every trace of gray in those stormy eyes.
He looks wrecked. Gorgeous. Longing.
And completely mine.
And then he lets out a long, wicked groan, pushing his head back into the pillow as he rolls onto his back, rubbing his own pecs and stomach now. “Shit, I want you so fucking bad right now.”
I take a deep breath, deciding to just… be there for him. “Then have me, baby,” I say, low and steady, even though my heart’s thundering in my chest. This is either going to be the weirdest or the hottest experience of my life.
His eyes flutter open again, a lazy, sloppy smile tugging at his lips. “Can’t. You’re in the phone.”
Besides this whole mess of a situation, a laugh bubbles out of me before I can stop it. Jesus, he’s high as fuck—but stillhim. Still my Jace.
And if this is what he needs right now; if hearing me, seeing me, getting this release will help him wind down, get whatever’s in his system out and sleep it off, then I’m all in.
I get off the bed, making sure the door’s locked before I kick off my chucks and tug off my hoodie and joggers, leaving me in just my boxers.
The second I climb back on the bed, I grab the phone, set it on my nightstand and angle it again so he has a full view of me.
He sucks in a breath like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “There you are.”
His voice is thick. Full of heat. Full of love. And fuck, if it doesn’t make something deep inside me clench in want.
“Here I am,” I reply, which triggers another fucking moan.
“Oh,shitTy-ler.Y-yourvoice. It’s so fucking hot and deep and growly. I love how it’s always so growly. Did you know that?”
The corner of my mouth tugs up. I can’t help it. “I know, Jacie. Now get your pants off.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
His hands move immediately, fumbling a little as he pushes his jeans down—boxers going with them. He whines when they get caught around one ankle, and kicks them off sloppily before flopping back onto the bed like it took all the energy he had left.
Jesus.
Shit, I told Missy I’d keep her phone clean. But with how quick he’s getting rid of everything—pants gone, boxers gone, and now flat on his back with his gorgeous cock flushed and hard against his stomach—I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to keep that promise.
I suck in a breath when he wraps a hand around the base, thumb grazing along the underside like he knows exactly what that does to me.
He moans again, louder this time, as he presses his head back into the pillow, hips twitching up. A shuddery gasp slips out of him. “Oh fuck, this feels so good. So,sofucking good. I want you—God, Ty, I want you to— totouchme. I want your hands, your mouth, your dick, all of you. I need it so bad I could cry.”
His voice cracks on the last word, his eyes wide and glassy, like all that desperation is spilling straight out of his chest.
Christ.
