Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

“He wants you, Candy,” he whispers. “And so do I. Question is, what do you want?”

He’s leaning back, holding me against him, and my body is heating up, pressed up to his. He lowers his head, his mouth seeking mine, kissing me.

“I told you.” I gulp. “I… Jet…”

He tilts my head up, dark eyes flashing, making me gasp. “Can’t keep away any longer,” he whispers, his mouth an inch from mine. “I don’t care. Can’t have it all. Can’t stop—Fuck.”

His hands are on my face, gripping tight, and I slide my arms around his strong back. His mouth brushes over mine, a wash of wildfire. He tastes salty, and his spicy scent fills my senses. He pants softly against my lips. “You’re driving me crazy, girl. I know you said you want Joel—”

I kiss him back to stop him from talking. I can’t deal with this right now, with the fact he’s kissing me, wanting me—even if I want Joel, too. I’m drunk on his taste, his scent, the desperate need in his eyes.

“You want Joel,” he whispers against my mouth. “He’s hot, isn’t he?”

“You’re hot, too,” I gasp.

“He likes to direct,” he whispers, eyes so dark they look black. “To control. He’d totally get off watching us right now.”

“What?” I pull back, shock radiating from my middle to every part of my body, chased by a wave of heat. I’m aware of my face heating to the point of combustion. “Holy crap.”

Can’t deny that’s making me all wet and hot down under.

His eyes search my face. “You told me at the concert when I met you that you’re not light. There’s some darkness in you. Come on, Candy girl. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you wouldn’t like Joel watching as I make you come.”

I’m so close to confessing, to telling him that yes, that is my secret fantasy—one of the tamer ones, at least—but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out.

His gaze shutters. “Fuck, I was wrong, wasn’t I? I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.” He reaches up and rubs his forehead, a wince passing over his features. “I’ve done enough damage for a day. I’ll just head off home.”

Worry for him slams back into me. Christ, how could I forget he was in pain?

Must be all that hot kissing and groping and talking.

“I’ll drive you. Come on.” I reach for his hand, and like every time he lets me, his bigger fingers wrapping around mine, warm.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Humor me. I’ll sleep better tonight knowing you made it home safe.”

He shakes his head, looks like he’ll refuse again, but doesn’t.

In fact, he follows me out, waits as I lock up the shop, and slides into the passenger seat of my car without another comment.

I’m so set on this mission of closing up the shop, getting Jethro into my car and driving toward the address he gives me, of not thinking about Jethro kissing me and Joel’s hot voyeuristic kink, that I don’t realize until I’ve parked in front of a sober building that this is where my fantasy boyfriends live.

Hey, now I can send them post cards if I want.

Get a grip, Candy.

Hey, I’m a fangirl. Losing grip is my job.

***

“Here we are,” I chirp brightly, unable to contain my excitement as I look up the building, trying to guess which window is theirs.

Trying in vain not to think of Jet’s lips on mine, of the possibility of something more between us. Between me and him. Me and Joel. All three of us.

Oh my God. I’m sitting outside my fantasy boyfriends’ home. Be still my heart. I might just circle this day with a red marker on my calendar. And add little hearts to it.

I can’t tell the address to Connie. She’ll camp outside. Hysterical laughter bubbles up in my throat, and I turn to grin at Jethro.