His tongue lashes mine and fuck, I’m about to come in my pants, lost in sensation.
Of course he decides then to break the kiss and grin at me, dark eyes shining. “This,” he pants, “is an invitation.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I can’t catch my breath, and it gets worse as he starts pulling off his sweater and then his T-shirt.
He saunters away, giving me a great view of his bare back, snagging Candy on the way out the kitchen door. “Get that omelet out of the pan and come to bed.”
Chapter Twelve
Jethro
After all this time, I’ve let myself trust again. I stopped fighting it. Was it a mistake?
Can you tell I’m scared? Yeah, I’m fucking terrified. I threw myself blindly into love and there’s nothing to do as I freefall but hope.
Dragging Candy into the bedroom, I push her up against the wall, take off her glasses and kiss her. She tastes of sugar and toffee. She was probably at J’s stash before I came in. Fuck, I missed her today.
I run my hands down her curves and slide them under her sweater, over her smooth skin. She bends under my touch, arches her back as I slip my hands down, under the waistband of her skirt, skimming her ass.
Love this ass. It’s delicious, rounded, soft, so different from J’s muscular buns. She’s so different from him but my body responds to her instantly, my dick hardening, jolts of pleasure traveling up my spine.
Rocking my hips against Candy, I draw back to suck in some much needed air and she shivers.
Can’t wait for J to join us. He’s a ton of fun to tease. So dominant in sex, but so vulnerable in the space in between, on that tipping point between denying his desire and giving in. He just needs a shove in the right direction to relax and let go.
He’s been much better at letting go lately, until he got stressed and wound up about his parents again.
Time for a reminder.
Right on cue, he appears at the bedroom door and leans on the doorjamb, watching us through heavy-lidded eyes. “I thought you’d be both naked by now,” he mutters, one side of his mouth curling up.
“You can undress us,” Candy whispers, and the temperature in the room rises to scorching levels.
I like the sound of that, and from the bulge in the front of Joel’s pants, I’d guess he likes it, too. He pushes off the doorjamb and stalks toward us, his hips rolling in that predatory way he has when he’s really focused on us, his mind running through scenarios of what he’ll do to us.
“Start with her,” I say.
Candy licks her lips. I reach behind her head and loosen her ponytail, letting her hair fall in soft waves around her head, running my fingers through the silky mass.
Joel’s eyes narrow as he reaches us. His hand meets mine in Candy’s hair. He pulls her head back a fraction, dips his head and brushes his lips over hers.
I take a step back, to give them space, but his other hand shoots out and he grabs my arm, jerking me against him. He straightens and the intense look he sends me shoots straight to my stiff cock.
“And why aren’t you in bed?” he asks. “Get on it, now.”
God, he’s so fucking hot when he gets all bossy. I step back, sit down and lie back, folding my arms under my head.
I wink at him. Hey, two can play this game.
Or even three.
Joel watches as I flex my abs and shift my ass on the mattress.
He has no trouble doing it every way possible with Candy—missionary, doggy style, with her riding him, from the side. But with me, it’s different. He hesitates. He isn’t sure how to be with me. Sure, he fucked me a couple of times, and he’s gone down on me a few more. The memory of all that makes my insides clench with need.
But he rarely initiates anything, and when he does, it’s usually handjobs. See why I’ve never talked to him about me boning him?