Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

I’m fully hard now, and I want his mouth, or his hand on my dick, I want—

“Oh crap,” Candy says, horror in her big eyes, and lifts a hand to point at our alarm clock on the bedside table. “We’re late!”

***

So we’re about to have lunch with Candy’s parents. Hadn’t she mentioned coffee? Why are we going so early?

How did this day go tits up so fast? First we find them in our apartment without warning, and now we’re getting ready to meet them again, meaning I’m walking around with my dick still hard and aching, my mind in full what-the-fuck mode.

“Where the fuck are my boots?” I growl.

Yeah.

“In the Drawing Room,” Candy says, pointing toward the bedroom we’ve converted into a drawing-slash-storeroom.

Fine. “And where the hell is my Megadeth T-shirt?”

“You seriously gonna wear that to a lunch with Candy’s parents, fucker?” Joel hisses.

Wrong move.

“What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?” I jab a finger at his chest, his still bare, muscular chest, refusing to be distracted.

“My ass? You’re the one walking around like someone pissed in your cornflakes. Let’s face it, the first impressions we gave weren’t the best.”

I grit my teeth not to retort something I’ll regret. Gotta remember Joel and his unresolved hang-up on parents and their expectations.

So I turn to go in search of my fucking boots and T-shirt, only to find out he’s not done yet.

“This is our chance to convince them we’re good for their daughter.”

I whirl back around. “Yeah? And if we don’t manage to convince them? What then? Will they put Candy in an all-girls boarding school and send us off to Hogwarts?”

Joel lifts a dark brow and folds his arms over his chest, thick biceps bulging, damn him. “Harry Potter references, fucker, really?”

“So what?” I mutter irritably.

It’s one of the things Candy got me into—Harry Potter. She decided it was a good series to help me improve my non-existent reading skills, and although I’m much better at this reading stint now, I’ve grown fond of the books.

Which annoys me right now. It scares me, that I’m reading children’s books, and enjoying them. It’s as if I’ve gone back in time, to when I was still vulnerable and weak.

And why should it matter? I’m not in danger. I don’t need to be a fucking fortress anymore.

Lifting my hand, I rub at the scar on my chest. This visit from Candy’s parents has set Joel on edge, but it’s unsettled me, too. Not that I want to admit it, not even to myself.

When it comes to parents, I sure can’t say I’ve had a normal experience. My mom was a quiet mouse before my dad stabbed her to death, and then, this year, tried to kill me.

Talk about a fucked-up family.

“Jet, are you okay?” Candy comes to me, slips her arms around me, her bronze-and-gold eyes locking with mine. “We can cancel this. I’ll meet my parents another time.”

“No.” I soften. “Of course not. I’m fine.”

“Joel is unhappy, too,” she whispers and draws back a little to reach for him. “Come here, J.”

Joel shakes his head, but doesn’t hesitate. His arms come around us, and he pulls us to him. “I’m fine, too. Don’t worry, girl.”

“You two mean more to me than anyone else in the world,” she tells us, and I hide my face in the crook of her neck, because when she says things like that, it hits me square in the chest. “Are you sure?”