Chapter 4Marc didn’t offer another handjob the next day, or the next few days. Jarrett didn’t push the issue—he saw the way Marc looked at him, and when he caught him at it, Jarrett gave him a hefty dose of smoldering eyes and smiled slowly, like he was reliving what Marc did. The way Marc blushed and dropped his gaze, but then sneaked a peek at Jarrett from under those long, thick lashes, was most enticing. Also encouraging. Jarrett felt sure it meant Marc would be back for more.
And Jarrett wanted him. Not only to seduce him to Jarrett’s side, he just wanted him. He wanted him on his back, clothes half-on, half-off, his legs over Jarrett’s shoulders, Jarrett f*****g him hard as he begged for more. The fantasy gave Jarrett more pleasant dreams than usual.
Sometimes he slept too deeply t
