“I think the guys would like to shower and change,” I say, shooting a meaningful glance at Joel, and then shooing him with my hand when he stares blankly back at me. “They’re dying to shower and change, right, guys? We can talk later, Mom.”
“Oh, fine.” She smiles at the boys as Joel finally moves and starts herding Jet toward the bathroom. “Good plan. Then we can talk about the sex toys I bought. Amazing stuff. You guys use sex toys, right?”
Um.
I hope the guys closed the living room door on their way out.
Chapter Two
Joel
Parents tell you what to wear. Parents tell you what to say. What to study. What to believe.
Parents don’t hang out and make small talk…
Right?
“What the fuck just happened?” Jet strips off his hoodie and T-shirt the moment we’re in the bedroom. “Did you know Candy’s folks were in town?
“Nope. I don’t think she knew, either.” I scrub a hand through my hair, my eyes half-closing as I take in Jet’s muscular, tattooed chest, the thin scar of the surgery already fading to pale pink. “Hey… did she really ask if we use sex toys or was it all in my mind?”
Fuck, I hope it was.
“I bet she thinks we’re Candy’s sex toys,” Jet drawls.
That makes me chuckle. “I don’t mind being Candy’s sex toy.”
“Fuck, I don’t mind, either.” He grins at me as he pushes down his sports tights, and my breath goes out in a groan.
“You went commando?”
His grin widens, and his semi-hard cock starts to lift, hardening more. “Couldn’t find any clean underwear.”
“Bullshit. You just...” My language skills are failing me. “Just decided…”
It gets worse when he tilts back his head and shoots me a heated glance, then reaches down and wraps his hand around his flushed dick. “Wanna help me out here, boy scout?”
I swallow thickly. “Candy’s parents are right next door.”
“When will you stop worrying about what the parents will say?” He drags his other hand over his chest, and my mouth honest to God waters. “Come on, help a guy out… soap up my back.”
And turning, he saunters to the bathroom, leaving me with a raging hard-on, caught between the desire to murder him and to fuck him senseless.
Fuck, I wish Candy’s parents weren’t here. Then I’d fuck her and Jet both. It’s been a kinda tense couple of weeks since I quit my job, Jet returned to work at the bookstore and Candy to classes, and we haven’t fucked as much as I would have wanted.
My dick tries to follow Jet by drilling a hole through my leggings, before my feet even move from the spot. I curse, pressing down on my hard-on. Dammit, I had plans for today, and they didn’t include having coffee with the in-laws.
In fact, the in-laws were never in the picture—until now. Sure, Candy told us funny stories about them once or twice, but as far as I knew they live in another town and never visit.
I wonder what changed. Did they come to check that we’re not hurting their daughter? That would make sense, I guess. I mean, it’s been two months since we moved in together with Candy. Of course she’d tell them. She has a good relationship with them.
Unlike my folks who don’t really want to know anything about me unless it’s what they expect. Unless it’s what society expects.
I haven’t talked to them since the day I made up my mind about being with Candy and Jet. There’s absolutely no fucking doubt in my mind they’ll have a goddamn fit over it. That Mom will freak out, then shut off and disappear to her health club, while Dad will kick me out the door and tell me never to come back.
Christ.
“You coming?” Jet says, stepping back into the bedroom, and I suck in a sharp breath, because he’s wet already, droplets glistening on his bare, perfect body like a fucking soap commercial. “Or do you need help?”