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Or on the new ginormous bed.
“Joel.”
“He’s too big to lose, Candy girl.”
“But he was here, like, two seconds ago.”
“Ah.” Jet winks, jabs a thumb over his shoulder. “He’s helping me pick out a few accessories.”
Accessories? “What for?”
“Trust me?” He blinks those ridiculously long lashes at me, and I melt. I nod as he takes my hand and leads me to the bed. “Trust us.”
“I do.”
Besides, he’s bare-chested. How he thought I could ever refuse anything he asked of me is beyond me. I put my hands on his ribcage, run them up to his firm pecs, over his ink.
The scars from the stabbing and the surgery are still dark, angry red slices in his pale flesh. I caress them and feel him tremble. His eyes go distant, and I know he’s remembering that night in the alley.
I slide my arms around him, kiss a path from his shoulder to his neck. “Are you with me?” I whisper in his ear.
He groans softly. “Always.”
“The hell? You guys started without me?” Joel’s voice comes from the doorway and I turn my head to find him standing there, a wide grin splitting his face. “Fucking horny dawgs.”
Jet snickers. “Seriously, dude?”
Joel saunters in, a box in his hands. “It was worth it seeing that guilty look on your faces.”
“We hadn’t even started,” I say and lick my lips. “You came right on time.”
“That’s me. I’m always punctual, unlike Jet who’s always late.”
A blush spreads across Jet’s cheekbones and I kiss his jaw, I can’t help myself, he’s so pretty. “Low blow, mate.”
“But you still love me,” Joel says, reaching out to ruffle Jet’s hair.
Jet swats his hand away and sticks his tongue out. “Asshole.”
“You shouldn’t call your boyfriend names.” Joel tsks. “Your girlfriend may get upset.”
I laugh against Jet’s neck.
Jet’s diagnosis came last week. Dyslexic with some ADHD and low-level depression. Initially he was upset about it, but now he seems… easier in his skin. More confident. Glad there is an explanation as to why he failed school, why he has trouble reading and writing.
He knows now that he’s not a loser, not stupid. He’s getting help, and he will take his GED test next month.
I love this boy.
Joel dumps the box on the huge bed and wraps his arms around Jet, managing somehow to hug us both in the process. “How are my favorite people today? Ready to play?”
God, I love this boy, too.
“Play, how?” I look from Jet’s flushed face to Joel’s smug one. “What are you two naughty guys up to?”
“You wound me to the heart,” Joel says. “This is all Jet’s fault. I’m a good boy.”
Jet snickers.
