But the con was all business to me. It was kind of like thinking about baseball to ignore horniness. It wasn’t working.
“Specifically, do you have any details you can share that no one else has?” I grabbed his vest off its mannequin. This part needed to be hands-on. It was always more effective this way. I set the camera to record again, and slid the fleece up his arms. Made a generous show of smoothing everything out as I glided my palms over his chest. Kept his tattooed arm pointed toward the camera.
Failed to ignore the prickles of desire racing over my skin and tightening in my nipples. Good thing this was a padded bra.
I finished my part and stepped back to let him pose for the camera alone. Hood down and then up. I paused the recording.
“They tell me there’s a surprise coming, but no details,” he said.
Something none of us had heard yet. “You’re not just holding out on me to be clever?” I teased.
He shrugged out of the vest and held it out for me. When I stepped into take it, he tweaked one of my kitty ears. “I promise that you look so adorable in these, I’d tell you the secrets of the universe if I knew them.”
My heated cheeks were back. I turned away to hang up the top and hoped it would give my face time to pale again.
He grabbed my wrist, startling me, and turned me to face him. “We need to talk about the other day.” His tone was serious, but a spark of playfulness danced behind his eyes.
“What about it? We’re good. We all agreed.” I was being awkward, but that would pass with time.
“We did. But I can’t move past the jealousy.”
Oh. My heart sank. I never wanted to be a wedge in their relationship. “I thought you were okay with it. I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
He pressed a finger to my lips. “Don’t apologize. Let me finish. I thought I was okay with it too, and don’t misunderstand... Watching you with Jax was good. But there’s this little slice of envy that he got to feel you and I didn’t.”
And now my heart was not only fine, but skipping. “I wouldn’t want to leave you out.”
“Me neither. Go figure.” Grayson tugged me closer, dipped his head, and trailed his nose up the side of my neck.
Want clashed with concern. When I was with Jax, Grayson was there to give his explicitokay. This was different. “I don’t want to come between you.”
“I promise you that he’s okay with wherever this goes. In fact, I’m planning to tell himeverythingabout what happens between us.”
“Like what?” My question came out timid and breathy. Obviously I had my own fantasies, but I’d never dare say them out loud.
“Hmm...” Grayson settled his hands on my hips, on the bare skin above my skirt. “I’ll tell him if your nipples taste like sugar. If your pussy is peach-flavored. How incredible you feel when I’m buried inside you. So if you have issues with me kissing and telling, say so.”
The only issue I had with it was that we weren’t doing any of that yet. “Does that mean—” The question stuck in my throat.
“Does it mean what?”
“That he’ll get off to the story of us together?” I barely heard myself ask the question over the hammering of my pulse in my ears.
Grayson pressed his body into mine, heat searing through my thin outfit. “We both will.” His voice was a low hum, licking temptation along my skin. “I’ll be at his feet, sucking his cock, stroking my own during every delicious moment of the relived memory.”
“Hot.” I hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
He scrapped his teeth along my neck and yanked down my hood. “My point exactly. Is that ayes?”
Was it? How many one-night stands did it take before we passed some invisible line oftoo many? Everything had already changed. How much further was I willing to alter the relationship between the three of us?