This should feel wrong,so wrong.My dad’s practically adopted protegé! His self-proclaimedson,his ‘rock progeny,’ his only best friend he hasn’tknown for forty-plus years, grinding his dick against me? Ishould tell him it’s wrong, Ishould run for the hills!
Why don’t Iwant to run for the hills?
“Do you understand what you’ve fuckin’ awakened in me, Baby?” Inod furiously, and he nearly laughs before a striking look of pain mixed with pleasure settles into his features, “Of course you feel it, yeah?” Imoan in response, and his eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck,do you know how long I—” he stops himself, but his reaction to just one little sound Imade is literally altering my brain chemistry.
He thrusts against me again, and I’m not being dramatic. Ican feel my head, and it feelsdifferent. “Awakened as in, I’m usually all right at keeping it dormant.God damn, Ican’t believe you’rethis wayfor me, right now, afterso long. Y-you’re soaking through several layers, Mads. It’s about time you admit we’ve moved past beingjust friends.”
My eyes glance to the French doors that are practically all glass; we’re safe … for now. Ican’t keep lying to Jett, not with howsoakedhe’s making me,like more soaked than Aceevercould. I’m realizing what Ithought was desire for Ace Archer was hardly that; it must’ve simply been a need tobedesired.
This?! This is completely different. This aching need overrides every system in my body, and Idon’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like it. Idon’t know how, Idon’t know why, but my friend Jett, the adorable, spontaneous, bouncing off the walls boy who loves my family like his own, has made me so needy I’m dripping. Imight as well admit it.
“More than friends,” Iconfirm, my hips lifting up to meet his desperately. Those hips must’ve been custom-designed by the devil himself with the way they press into me in those slow, sensual circles before turning into little, yes, brain-chemistry-altering thrusts.
It’s as undeniable as it is strange. I’m experiencing more pleasure grinding against someone media outlets refer to as thefourth Morningstar kidthan Iever felt in all the times Ace and Ihadactual sex. Iam not who Iwas then;hell,I’m not who Iwas this morning. And Jett will never be who he was to me before, ever again.
My clit throbbing between my legs makes all rational thoughts hop right out the door, and my breath becomes ragged like I’ve just been running,and Ihate running.
“More, whatever more looks like … that’s what Iwant. W-what do you want from me, Jett?”
Jett gazes at me like he’s just been given the keys to the kingdom. “Everything.”
My brain tingles and sends them rushing through my nervous system, everypartof me lit up like a Christmas tree. His hand leaves my hip and travels incredibly slowly up my body until he’s resting his tattooed fingers at the column of my throat. No one hasever daredtouch me there, and my nervous system short-circuits.Fuckif it doesn’t make me want to kick every living soul out of that house and drag Jett to my bedroom this instant.
“I want all of you, Baby. Telling you how long I’ve wanted you, wantedinside you,would be bloody awkward, to say the least. Is that what you want, because, if it’s not …” His jaw flexes. “Can you please tell me now? Because I’ve had every diabolical thing I’ve ever wanted to do to you outlined in my head for an extraordinarily long time, and it’s become a verylengthy,detailed list.”
“Want,” Ipant and nod fervently, “need. Did you saylengthy?” Wait, he's wanted me forhow long?
Jett grins wickedly. “Mmm, good. And yes, Idid, and Imeant it.But before we can havethat, you will need to be wined and dined and properly fuckin’ adored, Mads. Because you’re not some random person Ijust met. Not even close. And before Idothat, we’ll have to convince your parents that this is something they want for us. You up for the task?”
“Yes,” Ianswer resolutely, “I-I could convince them the sky is green.”
“Good,” he says, his fingers squeezing gently. “Now … the problem of this wanker off the telly. You’ve been fucking him?”
“No! Imean, Ithought Gage could help distract me from my public betrayal, sure. But no, we haven’t even kissed yet.”
“And you’re not going to, are you? You’re going to continue this, ‘I have a stomach-ache,’ charade until he goes home, right?”
I nod stupidly.How did he know Itold Gage Iwas nauseous?
“Good. Because if anyone is gonna make you forget every asshole who’s made the unfortunate mistake of treating you poorly, it’s gonna beme. Now … do you know how to delete this particular scene from the security cameras?”
“Of course.”
“Brilliant. Because if Idon’t kiss you now, Ifeel like Imight die, Baby.”
My body vibrates with a delicious mix of lust and fear. Icheck the door one more time, and it’s still clear.
“Then kiss me, Jett, your cock is of no use to me if you’re a ghost.”
He looks like he doesn’t know whether to laugh or eat me alive. Iscratch my nails through his hair, pulling him down until his mouth meets mine. His pillowy lips are a revelation; incredibly soft yet starving. Desperate for me.Me!They’re everything my life’s been lacking, and it’s suddenlyso obvious.I’d be kicking myself for not tasting them years ago if Iweren’t distracted by those perfect teeth teasing at my lower lip, parting them open for his hot tongue.
His tongue is insane, it’s unhinged, it’s mind-blowing, and as soon as it wraps around mine, I’m positively feral. He tastes like lime and piña colada and everythingI’ve been fucking missing.Ajolt of powerful need goes straight to my aching core, and Imoan into his mouth, and he makes a similar, desperate sound. Iwrap my legs around his perfect little ass, dragging him impossibly closer, and his fingers thread through my hair and tug.
We hear a clicking sound, and Jett flies off me with his hands held in front of his tented crotch.
Thankfully, it’s just my dad’s favorite dog, a corgi he so affectionately named Lucifer, tapping her nails on the glass to be let out.
“Goddammit, Luci!” Ihuff, and Jett clutches his chest like he nearly had a heart attack. “Sorry, that dog’s an asshole!”
