“Yes,” I breathe, wondering what I’ve just agreed to.
***
Jet drags me inside their apartment, pushing me against the wall to kiss me thoroughly the moment the door closes behind us. His mouth moves over mine, his tongue explores every inch of my mouth until I’m a shuddering mess, held up only by his strong hands on my waist.
As he hauls me to the couch, though, I struggle to get myself under some semblance of control. “Jet, wait.”
“It’s okay. Just kissing.” He tugs me to the sofa, pushes me down and leans over me and his mouth covers mine, a groan vibrating between us. His hands brush over my cheeks, remove my glasses, dig into my hair, haul me against him. “We can stop when Joel arrives. We don’t have to do anything else. What I said, about me and Joel doing stuff together… Just forget it.”
But that’s the thing: I don’t want to. He doesn’t know, and I need to tell him.
Before I find my courage, though, he rolls us sideways until I find myself sprawled on top of him. His head is thrown back on the backrest, and he drags me up his body with startling strength so he can kiss me again.
“Jet, we need to talk.”
“Screw talking.” He moans in my mouth, the vibrations traveling from his broad chest to my body, making me clench with need.
“Jet…”
“You want me,” he whispers. “Say it.”
“I want you,” I whisper, and he moans again.
“Oh yeah. Tell me what turns you on. What your fantasy is.”
Holy crap.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” I lick his lips, inviting him to kiss me again, to stop my confession, but it’s not enough to stop the words. “I want you, Jet. And Joel. I want what you want, and I can’t…”
Jet’s breath hitches, his lashes sweeping low on his cheeks. “Can’t what?”
“Can’t choose between you. Don’t you see?” The truth is finally out. It was choking me all this time. My eyes sting, because I know he’ll push me away any second now. “I’m sorry. I should have said it from the start. I should—”
“What exactly are you saying, Sugar Pop?” He drops back on the sofa, brows knitted. “Are you walking away?”
“No. You have no idea…” I shake my head, my cheeks on fire, my heart thudding heavily in my chest. “I want you both. Here. At the same time. With me. God, I can’t believe I told you.”
He licks his lips, his eyes so dark. “Say it again, sugar.” He lifts a hand to my face, draws me down to him. “Say it again.”
“I want the two of you, with me.”
“Fuck, you have any clue what you’re doing to me? What you just said…” His gaze is full of wonder, wide and hot. His hands move down my back, finding bare skin under my blouse, scorching brands. “Come here.”
He pulls and tugs until I’m fully seated on his lap, his hard cock pressing sideways against my inner thigh.
I brace my hands on his shoulders, gripping the thick muscles there as he kisses me deeply, so hard my lips hurt. His stubble scrapes over my chin.
It’s hot. He’s so frigging hot, I can’t even think, can’t do anything but fall into the kiss.
Then a low male voice says from behind him, “Harder, Jet.”
I jolt with shock. Jethro’s hands grab my waist, fingertips digging deep.
A shadow falls over us. Someone comes to stand behind the couch and slides a hand into Jethro’s wild hair. Famili
ar blue eyes dart from my face to his.
“Joel?” Jethro’s voice hitches. “Didn’t know you were here. J, listen—”