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It was his own fault for thinking this meant more than it had. Why couldn’t he stop wishing for more when Jack always made it abundantly clear that would never happen?
He’d never felt like that before. Not for anyone. Not even Walker.
So why Jack?
And why the hell couldn’t he stop?
Chapter Eight
Jack
HE WASN’T sure what had gotten into him last night, but when he’d seen Zero standing there with his messy hair and those big blue eyes staring intently at him, he couldn’t stop himself. He should’ve been pissed off. He should’ve hated that Zero had seen right through his bullshit. That Zero had seen what no one else had. But he hadn’t been mad. He’d felt nothing but desperate need. A need to kiss Zero. So, he had.
He hadn’t kissed anyone since Gillies, and he’d thought it would leave him with a sour taste in his mouth but it had been quite the opposite. It was like with every press of Zero’s lips, with every swipe of his tongue, he’d erased—replaced—those memories with new and much better ones.
Memories he was still thinking about when he should’ve been working. But every time he heard Zero’s voice, every glimpse of him he saw across the room, and he was right back there, listening to Zero’s moans, feeling his hot skin under his fingers, tracing his—
“What are you doing?”
He snapped out of it, barely holding back a curse when he realized he was getting a boner in front of his brother.
“Nothing.”
Laughter had him glancing to his left, his eyes landing on Zero who smiled broadly at Jet who was gesturing excitedly while he talked. He knew he was looking at Zero for too long before he turned back to Sully from the way Sully glanced at Jack, then Zero, then back at Jack again.
“Huh.”
“Don’t even…” He groaned and shook his head.
“You’re fucking Zero,” Sully said, smirking at him. “So convicts are your type now? That ‘friend’ of yours in prison, he in for murder, too?”
Jack blinked at him. Zero had been in prison for murder? How did he not know that? Nothing about the guy said ‘murderer’ to him.
“What kind of murder?”
The fact that he needed Sully to specify because they condoned some kinds of murder would probably mortify most civilians.
“Foster dad molested his foster sister, so he shot him,” Sully said.
Jack grunted. “Sounds like he deserved it.”
“True. But you still haven’t answered my question.”
He glared at his brother.
“No. He wasn’t that kind of friend.”
He didn’t even know which way Ricky swung. He hadn’t been suicidal enough to ask or attempt to find out.
Zero
When his stomach rumbled for the fourth time, he put down his tools and headed for the kitchen. It was almost lunch time anyway.
He just reached the table in the kitchen when he heard footsteps behind him and turned around. He couldn’t hold back his grin when he saw that it was Jack. He looked way too good in those navy coveralls.
“So,” Jack drawled, shoulder resting against the doorframe. “Murder, huh?”
Panic hit him harder than a wrecking ball.
