“Would you, now.” His smirk widens. “More than last night?”
“Much more.” I squeak when he hauls me to his lap and I pull desperately on the sheet covering my boobs. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” He kisses the side of my neck, wrapping possessive arms around my middle. “You smell good.”
“I haven’t showered yet.”
“Precisely.” He licks my neck, making me shiver. “You smell like Candy.”
I laugh. “I smell like sex.”
“Sex and Candy. My favorite combo.”
I turn my head and his mouth drags over my cheek. God, this boy. “I…” I think I love you, Jet. “I should shower and get ready for work.”
And not panic for having such strong feelings for my boys. Nope. No panic allowed.
“You need some coffee in you first.”
He knows me so well already. He offers me his cup, and aw Gawd this is sweet of him. As I sip at the brew, thick with sugar, I study the tattoos on his arm. It’s an intricate meshing of shapes. A bird. A ship? A clock. A skull.
“What do they mean?” I tap on his biceps and swoon a little when he flexes it to show me a circle on the underside. “And that?”
“A snake biting its tail.”
“That’s rebirth.”
“Yeah.” He grunts, shock splashing over his gaze, then he lowers his arm. “Drink your coffee.”
“It’s yours.”
“Drink my coffee, then. We need to get going. You said so.”
I sip at the coffee. “What about the bird?”
“The bird?”
“On your forearm.” I stroke it, and he shivers. He’s also hardening, his cock pressing into the small of my back. “Is it a raven?”
He hums in affirmation. “A raven for the soul.”
Now I’m getting goosebumps. That sounded ominous. “And the ship?”
“A ship for leaving.” He bows his head. “A clock for the time remaining, and a skull for death who never waits.”
Oh my God. “Why? Why so morbid?”
“I’m not morbid.” He shakes his head. “You asked what they mean. I told you.”
“Jet…”
“Finish the coffee. I’ll take the shower first.”
***
I give Jet a ride to the shop, and it’s quiet. Too quiet. Something’s on his mind, and I don’t know if it’s the fact Joel didn’t return before we left the apartment, or if it was the phone call he received as I was getting dressed.
I think again of what he said about his tattoos, and the same shiver runs through me as it did then.