Page 13 of Something Real with the Sea Monster (Kraken Cove #3)

THIRTEEN

Jack

I wish I could distract her as well as she did for me on the Ferris wheel, but all I’ve got is an ill-advised idea and the ugly truth. “Well… do you know any virgins my age?”

“No, but you know I think it’s sweet. That you waited? Jack, it's adorable.”

I’m still feeling hot under the collar, but the word adorable helps a little. “Well I kinda wish I hadn’t. It seemed like a good strategy when I was eighteen, but now it’s just fucking awkward.”

“Oh! Is that why you haven’t matched with anyone yet? Are you worried about it?”

I shift uncomfortably. Should I confess?

Her phone buzzes and she glances at it with a growl, dismissing the call. “Oh my god. Would he just fuck off already?”

“Your ex?”

She nods. “He’s just being a dick.”

I frown. “Do you want me to have a word with him?”

She waves her hand in a dismissive gesture. “He’s not worth it. Let’s focus on your problem for a minute.”

Great.

She takes a deep breath, looks as if she’s about to say something, then places her finger over her mouth and stops herself.

“What?”

She looks back at me and there’s a cheeky grin growing on her face that I’m not sure if I should trust. “OK, hear me out. This might be a very bad idea, but what if… just imagine you had a coach. Who could help show you what to do. And tell you how to please a woman.”

Oh fuck. Does she mean her? She’s right. This probably is a very bad idea, but also a really, really great idea. “Keep talking.”

“Well, what if we fucked? Purely for training purposes you understand. It wouldn’t have to be weird. Like fuck buddies. We’d just be friends who fuck. I’ve had fuck buddies before.”

Is she trying to convince herself or me?

“And you would be OK with that?”

“Yes!” She coughs. “I mean sure. I could help you out.”

Is it my imagination or does she look as excited about this as I feel?

I narrow my eyes. “And this wouldn’t interfere with your detox?”

She taps her finger on her lip, a motion which I find highly distracting right now. “I mean technically you’re not a man, are you? You’re a monster. So…”

I laugh. “A technicality.”

“Well it’s a loophole, right? Help me out here. Because suddenly I kinda need this.”

She’s not the only one. “ You need this? I won’t deny I need it.”

“Yeah.” She looks away. “It would feel good to help a friend, you know? I like being helpful.”

I really hate that she keeps using the word friend, but perhaps if I listen carefully and impress her, that might change. I’ve got to hope it will. “OK.”

Her eyes snap back to mine. “OK? As in yes we’re doing this?”

I laugh nervously. “If you’re going to make a very generous offer, I’d be an idiot to turn you down. Any guy would be an idiot to turn you down.”

Sadness clouds her eyes for a moment, but she shakes it off. “Thank you. See, this is why I want to help you. Because you’re going to make some very lucky woman a wonderful mate. This is like me correcting all my bad karma and giving back to the universe.”

I want to tell her the lucky woman is her, but something makes me hesitate. She’s not in the right place. Not yet. “Well I hope I can live up to your expectations.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll have you trained in no time!”

I try—and fail—not to let my mind stray to what that might involve. I’m very glad I wore jeans today, that’s for sure.

“So I’ll come round tonight?”

I swallow. “Ah yeah. Um. That is… Yes please. If you want to.”

She grins. “Yeah, I’d like to. I know I should get back to work, but I’m excited. This is going to be fun.”

“Haha. Yeah.” Suddenly I’m incredibly nervous. I just hope I don’t embarrass myself too badly. I mean worse than I already have by needing this kind of help.

God maybe this is a bad idea. What if I’m so terrible I completely and permanently blow things?

I try to concentrate on my bookkeeping, but honestly, all I can think about is what it will feel like to be allowed to touch and hold her.

If she’ll let me give her pleasure. What it would feel like to bring her to orgasm.

So I spend most of the next few hours with a hard on that refuses to subside.

By three, I decide I have to do something about it. For a start, I can’t focus on anything. For another thing, if I keep on this way, I’ll blow the second Tegan gets undressed tonight, and I’d like to retain some level of dignity.

Pushing back from my desk, I gingerly unfasten the fly of my jeans, groaning when my erection surges to even greater size. I pull my cock from my underwear and sigh as I wrap my hand around its hot length.

God, I feel ready to burst already and I’ve only just begun.

I don’t even bother looking for porn. I don’t need it.

Instead I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, picturing Tegan walking into the room and lifting her t-shirt over her head to reveal the bra beneath.

I stroke myself down and up again as I picture her reaching behind to unfasten the strap, the garment falling to the floor, leaving her in only her small denim shorts and that wide smile she has when she’s happy with herself.

In my head, I picture her breasts as plump and full.

She walks slowly toward me to let me cup them in my hands, to lift their weight and toy with the tight pink nipples.

Fuck.

A bead of precum dribbles from the tip of my cock, and it jerks in my grasp. I need this. I need to make her feel good. To show her that I could be the one she’s looking for. The one who would take care of her instead of using her like I suspect her ex did.

I’m jerking it faster now. I can’t help myself. Leaning back I lift my hips in time with my motions, desperate for release but not done with the fantasy.

In my mind, Tegan steps back and drops her shorts to the floor, climbing onto my lap and demanding kisses from me while she grinds over my hard cock.

Pleasure makes the head of my cock ache, and I have to pause my stroking to wrap a tight fist around it to keep from bursting. Just imagining the taste of her lips and her little moans as she grinds on me is about to undo me.

My balls tighten. My cock jerks uncontrollably.

I imagine sliding my hand up her inner thigh until I reach the warm wetness of her pussy, trying to picture what that will feel like.

Heaven is the only word that comes to mind. Slick, wet heaven.

I grunt as my hips jerk and my orgasm becomes inevitable. Urgently, I pump my fist over the top of my shaft. I cry out as pleasure explodes. Then I’m coming, purple liquid shooting from the tip to cover my hand and belly, leaving me shuddering and groaning, chest heaving with labored breaths.

Fuck.

I’m glad I did that. I hope it buys me enough time tonight to spend pleasing her. Come to think of it, maybe I should go again. If I come enough now, maybe I won’t even be able to later. My cock agrees. Not even fully soft, it begins to swell again in anticipation of round two.

The only thing that stops me is a knock on the door of the office. Shit!

I clean up hastily, wiping my hand and pulling up my jeans. “Coming! I mean hang on.”

When I answer the door a moment later, Tegan gives me a cheeky smile. “I’m just heading home, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I’m breathless. I want to lean down to kiss her, but I don’t know if that would be welcome.

She turns and heads for the door, giving me a wave on her way out. I spend the evening with what feels like a hundred jellyfish floating in my belly, wondering if I’m playing this right.

God I hope so.

Even without seeing my tentacles glow for her, there could be no doubt that this woman is my fated mate. Everything in me pulses with need for her so that I can hardly sit still.

I guess I know now why Luke waited ten years and Noah traveled to the other side of the world.

There’s nothing I won’t do to make Tegan mine.