“We should head back,” she says.
We walk together toward the bookshop, and I don’t even know what just went down—why I confessed to her things not even Joel knows, why her touch can feel comforting as well as electric, why I’m still here… No clue what just happened.
Or why I don’t pull back when she catches my hand and gives it a squeeze before we enter the shop.
All I know is she feels good, too damn good, and I’m not ready to give her up.
PART II
It’s like taking candy from two tall, muscular, sexy as fuck hunks
Chapter Ten
CANDY
Title: Go Tantric
From Candy Boys (Blog serial)
“Suck me, Candy,” J-Two groans, sliding his cock against my lips. “You know you want it.”
Oh yeah. I do. I’m riding J-One, who’s on his knees, his big dick thrusting deep inside me, and I’m close to coming, my belly tightening as he rocks into me, the taste of J-Two’s precum on my lips.
I open my mouth and take him deep. He groans, fucking my mouth as J-One fucks my pussy, and it’s so good.
I think I’m getting into this tantric sex thing after all…
I screwed up.
I want them both.
Now they both seem hurt. How could I ever imagine they’d both turn out to be interested in me?
How was I to know that Joel would be back after our disastrous first date? I mean, was it even a date? It sure felt like one, until he backed away.
And then I didn’t expect Jethro to kiss me. Didn’t expect his mouth to be so hot and demanding, his grip so hard on my face, his gaze so vulnerable.
Didn’t expect his confession to cut me to the bone, and his beauty to root me to the spot. Not as classically handsome as Joel, he nevertheless draws me just as much. I want to touch and caress and feel his skin, I want to brush my lips over his eyelids an
d lips, learn more about him.
I didn’t expect this urge to protect him. A guy who’s at least six feet tall and fit and strong. There’s something broken in his gaze, and it hurts me to see it there.
I bet Joel knows what it means. Not that he’d tell me.
Lifting a batch of brand new romance books by Jennifer Armentrout, Jay Crownover and Sarina Bowen, Amy Jo Cousins and Garett Leigh, I place them lovingly on the shelf and straighten them, while thinking. Joel is so different from Jethro. Shoulders wider, jaw more square, gaze clearer and straightforward.
He’d started after Jethro who’d stormed away, asking what he was doing here, and I told him. He’d seemed surprised, but said it was good for Jethro.
He’s protective of his friend, too. I could hear it in his words, see it on his face.
And then he apologized for the other night, told me to go make sure Jethro was all right, and left.
Made me like him again. Like him more.
He put Jethro before himself. Made his friend a priority. How can you not love that? That a guy who looks like a cross between a quarterback and a male underwear model can be so concerned about his friend.
It makes my eyes burn suspiciously. Makes my heart beat more heavily.