“Sure,” Candy says, smiling. “I can’t wait to meet your sister.”
“Me too,” Jet quips. “Ask her how she put up with you all these years.”
“You’re so funny, Jet.” I start frying the potatoes, and while waiting for them to turn golden, I start whisking eggs in a bowl. “Asshole.”
“Fucktwat.” He wanders closer. “Whatcha making?”
“Spanish omelet.”
“I love Spanish omelet.”
“I know.” I grin.
“Shall I take the potatoes out of the pan?” Candy asks, and I nod.
“Sure. Just don’t eat them.”
She pouts. “You’re a cruel man.”
“You’ll burn your mouth.”
She shoots me a quick smile as she takes out the fried potatoes. I take over, pour some of the whisked egg into the pan, then add the potatoes, then more egg.
This is gonna be one good omelet.
If Jet doesn’t keep distracting me. He shoves so much banana into his mouth, my dick twitches. Fucking banana porn.
“And what should we have for the party? Will you cook, or shall we order something out? Assuming you want everyone to come here,” Jet waves the damn banana around. “Otherwise we could go to a restaurant.”
“No restaurant.”
Candy nods. “It would be expensive, and I only work part-time now.”
There’s that. My finances aren’t the best right now, either, but… “I want them to meet here, in our place. Our space. I want…” Oh Christ. “Jet, put that banana down, man. I can’t think like that.”
“I’m eating.”
“No, you’re giving it a blow job.”
“You jealous?”
“Yes! Stop, or I’m gonna burn this omelet, and probably the whole building down.”
He laughs, a surprised, deep sound that has me even harder than before, and Candy joins in, her laughter like a crystal tickle in my mind.
“You son of a bitch.” I try to muster a glare but fail spectacularly. “You’re doing it on purpose.”
“Nah. But it’s a good idea.” He throws the banana peel into the trash. “Filing it away for future use.”
“You want me to burn down the building?”
“Hm. I got a better idea.” He presses his hard body to mine, fists a hand in my hair and crashes his mouth on mine.
Salt, sweetness, Jet’s dark spice explodes on my tongue. His teeth scrape against mine, then bite into my lower lip until all I can do is moan and rock against him.
Holy shit.
Distantly, I hear Candy cheering. She’s a funny girl, and I want…