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He ran a finger along the seam of my panties. “Want to be twinsies?”
“You want me to leave my panties off, too?”
“And let me be the only one who knows you’re naked under your shorts?” The lust on his face twisted me up, and I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Okay,” I whispered and then I was chasing his mouth as he kissed me again. Tiddles let out another yowl and Jake groaned.
“I just want to skip school and stay right here.”
But we couldn’t. He had football, and we both had class.
We were also running low on time. “We can’t…”
“I know,” he grumbled. Then Tiddles meowed loudly, joined by Tabby and Tory and I laughed. “Your cats are pushy.”
“You could say I like the pushy ones.”
“Good to know,” he said and then finally dragged himself off the bed. “Let me get you a towel for that.” He pointed at my belly.
“I’m good.” I stripped off the tank top and, even if I was turning a fine shade of scarlet, he’d already had his mouth on me so no reason to hide. I used it to wipe up my stomach as I rose. Awareness swept over me, I glanced to find Jakes staring at me, even as he ran his hand over his slowly stiffening cock. I glanced down and then up.
“You’re going to football practice, commando?” I just kind of had to know.
He grinned. “Worried about my reputation?”
No. But… His eyes dared me to keep going, but you know what—if he wanted to go commando, he could go commando. Subject change. Call me bold, but… “We both need to shower.”
“We do.”
“If you take care of that in the shower, can I watch?”
His breath caught. “You want to give me a hand?”
And actually really get to see him?
I nodded slowly, and he held out a hand to me. “Should we feed the cats first or after?”
“Probably after,” I admitted. “So we don’t—get carried away.”
The heat in his eyes promised to burn me. “I want to get carried away with you, Frankie.” He delivered the last bit with another kiss. “Just so you know.”
Damn the shyness hit the weirdest times. “Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
His expression softened. “I should be thanking you. And you’re more than welcome.” Then he blew out a breath. “Let’s shower before I toss you back on that bed and spend some real time figuring out how much I like how you taste.”
Oh, that thought was going to linger.
My phone buzzed at the same time his did, and we both glanced back. Archie’s name was on his screen and probably mine. He was checking in about coffee.
Archie.
Ian.
Coop.
