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“I wanted to make sure this one travelled safely. It’s special, and doesn’t go in a box.” I took it from him. It was tempting to say something more about thetoycomment, but I needed to let that line of conversation die.
Even if my mind was taking Jax’s hand on the small of my back and spinning it into a rom-com style hook-up. Except instead of an awkward kiss that ended in light laughs, the next step was Jax lifting me onto the kitchen counter, and fucking me until I screamed.
I mentally shook myself and got back to work. Now wasn’t the time. I’d never had an issue separating the fantasy from reality before. Then again, Jax had never offered to help me play with my vibrator while Grayson watched before.
He’d only been teasing, to see how I’d react. Mynoended the moment, as it should have, and it was time to let things go.
I climbed onto the bed of Grayson’s truck, to settle a box in among the others. It was like Tetris, but sweatier. When I stepped back toward the edge, Grayson was waiting his turn. He reached up and grabbed my hips, to help me hop down.
Which was perfectly normal, and nothing to get excited about.
“I think we’re almost done,” he said. “Want to do one last pass?”
“Yeah. Good call.” I headed back into the house, surveying each room carefully. All of the boxes were gone. Every loose item I’d wanted to keep an eye on was secured in my car. Only furniture was left.
Last stop was my bedroom. I paused just inside the doorway, using the silence to collect my thoughts. I was about to make some huge changes in my life, and my mind spent its free time these days going over all the details again and again.
The unknown in the rest of my life was the only reason Jax’s playful offer wouldn’t leave me alone. There was no other explanation for the excitement that thrummed under my skin at the thought of his hands roaming over me. His lips. His everything.
No other explanation at all.
And the brief conversation about sex toys was no reason to let things become long-term awkward with my brother’s friends. My friends.
I heard the front door close, and footsteps echoed through the apartment.
Jax stopped behind me, one hand on my back again. Even without the familiar gesture, I always knew it was him. His cologne was faint but distinct, and currently adding another level of reality to my fantasies.
“I wasn’t joking.” His voice was throaty. Intoxicating.
“About what?” I knew what, but I needed to hear him say it.
He moved his hands to my hips, and pointed me toward the box on my dresser. The one I’d almost overlooked, and would have been super disappointed to find missing when I got to my new place.
“You’re not the least bit curious?” he asked.
“Maybe.” The answer slipped out without my permission. “But talk about making things awkward.”
“It doesn’t have to.” Grayson had joined us.
The images surged in full force. Not just of Jax, but now Grayson watched us... Desire sparked in my gut and spread through my limbs.
“We’re all adults,” Jax said. “This doesn’t have to be a big deal.” Did his voice catch?
No. That was my breath hitching at the implication. Could I really do casual sexwith them? Probably. I never had a problem looking either of them in the eye after fingering myself to visions of one of them going down on me while I sucked the other off. “Good point.”
Jax turned me to face him, and cupped my cheek. I could drown in those liquid amber eyes. “I’ll ask you directly, one more time. You tell me to drop it, and I’ll never bring it up again. Are you interested in a hands-on demonstration of how much fun a toy can be with a partner?”
Yes.Godyes. I should sayno. But if I did, he’d respect my wishes and possibly never offer again. I’d regret passing up this chance for a long time.
“All right. Show me.” My pulse hammered in my ears so loudly I barely heard myself speak. “Let’s have some casual fun.” Why did I add that last bit?
Jax’s raised eyebrow echoed my question, but he rested his other hand on my cheek, and brushed his mouth over mine.
The feather-light touch sent a million tiny jolts through me, and I gasped. How did he do that with just a kiss?
He glided his hand to the back of my neck, gripped my hair, and crushed his lips to mine. His kiss was hard. Demanding. He danced his tongue around mine in a hungry tango.
I planted my palms on his chest to keep my balance, fisting his T-shirt and gripping as though my life depended on it. A whimper escaped my throat.
