Standby (Open Skies Book 4) by Becca Jameson (best sales books of all time .TXT) 📗

down the shaft. Precome already leaked from the tip. Not surprising considering how long he’d probably been aroused.

“Run your finger through the tip,” she demanded.

He narrowed his gaze. “Sweetheart, I’m going to masturbate for you for two reasons. One, because it’s only fair after the show you just gave me. And two, because I’m so fucking turned on right now that it’s either give myself a hand job in front of you or do it in another room. Leaving my dick blue isn’t in the cards right now.”

She grinned. “But?”

“But I’m not taking further orders from you, imp. Close your mouth and enjoy the show.”

Shayla wiggled her eyebrows at him and pursed her lips. She hadn’t figured he would heed her demands, but it was worth a try.

My God, he was gorgeous. She had never in her life watched a man masturbate. She’d visualized it, but seeing it in person was a different story.

Fucking hot is what it was. His head tipped back and he arched his back slightly as he drew his hand up and down his shaft. She took mental notes about how he liked to be handled. She was certain he had while watching her too.

His free hand was on his thigh, but he slowly curled his fingers slightly, digging them into his muscle absently. It was hot as hell.

She was aroused all over again as if she hadn’t just had her own orgasm. She had to squeeze her thighs together to keep from touching herself a second time. It wasn’t her turn. It was her turn to watch.

“Jake…” she murmured, wanting him to look at her.

He lowered his face and opened his eyes, meeting her gaze instantly. He held it, rarely blinking, as he pumped his cock faster. He was breathing heavily.

She let her gaze drift down to watch him several times, but every time she looked back up, he was still staring at her. Not her boobs. Her. Her face. It made her squirm. She felt like she was part of this. Like he connected her to him somehow with that intense stare. He fully knew who he was with and who he was performing for.

She licked her lips. This was so much more than she expected. A bond was forming between them as if they were actually fucking instead of just watching each other. She didn’t feel a hint of embarrassment sitting across from him naked. Something about him made her feel at ease. Sexy. Worshipped.

She forced herself not to squirm at the intensity. Was this just sex? Or something more? She couldn’t grasp what something more looked like.

She recognized the signs that he was about to come when his breathing picked up and he gritted his teeth, but he continued to hold her gaze even when he lifted his hips up, sucked in a breath, and came. His come shot out against his chest and ran down his belly.

The urge to lean forward and lick his pecs was strong, but she couldn’t touch him. She had no choice but to stay right where she was and try to breathe as his chest expanded over and over from the exertion.

Finally, he let his eyes slide shut and tipped his head back, resting his neck on the arm of the sectional.

Shayla rose slowly, padded to the bathroom, and found a washcloth. After running it under hot water and then wringing it out, she returned to the living room and handed it to him. “Here.”

He took his with a satisfied smile and a limp hand. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Any time.” She picked up her discarded negligee and thong and blew him a kiss. “I think I’ll go put more clothes on.”

“I like that idea,” he teased. “Though this was an unexpected treat too.”

She couldn’t imagine how they were going to make it to Saturday without having sex. But it was only three days away.

Chapter 12

Shayla couldn’t help herself. She needed to set her eyes on Renee Delgado. So, she texted Heather and asked her what section of the airport Renee worked in.

On Friday, when Shayla returned from her flight, instead of rushing out to her car to get back to Jake, she wandered toward Renee’s presumed post and got lucky.

She easily located her based on Heather’s description—long, thick, curly, brown hair in a tight high ponytail. Slender. Five eight. Not shocking since both Shayla and Heather were of similar height and build. Renee could have been Heather’s sister. Shayla varied from both of them only in that her hair was straight and she was half Asian.

Obviously, Hawke had a “type.”

Renee was standing at her station at the entrance to the security checkpoint talking to another employee. Shayla watched her for a moment, wondering if she should approach, and then got lucky. Suddenly, Renee handed her clipboard off to the other woman and turned to walk away.

Score. Shayla hoped she was either on break or getting off her shift. She wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

She had to jog a few steps, while pulling her suitcase, to catch up, but when she reached her, she cleared her throat. “Renee?”

The woman turned around. “Yes?” Her expression was curious, as if she were trying to remember where she knew Shayla from.

“I’m Shayla Cosman. You don’t know me. I was hoping we could talk.”

Her brow furrowed. “About what?”

No sense beating around the bush. “Hawke Richman.”

Renee’s eyes widened and she swallowed before glancing both ways as if Shayla had just uttered a state secret. Understandable. She stared at Shayla for several seconds. “That’s a loaded topic.”

“I know.”

Renee licked her lips. “I’m only going to agree to this because I’m curious how on earth you have associated me with Hawke.”

Shayla nodded. “I’ll explain.”

Renee looked around and then pointed at a coffee shop.

Shayla followed her and ordered an iced latte while Renee ordered black coffee. She waited until they were seated in a corner before she faced Renee and started talking. “I know you dated Hawke a few years ago.”

“How did you hear this?”

“From the