Jones groaned. “Yes.”
“Yes?” I stared down at him, taking his blown-out pupils, his open mouth, and flared nostrils. “You want me to do that to you?”
He nodded. “Please, yes, all of those things.”
When Jones kissed me, his mouth hot and wet against mine, I would agree to give him anything he asked. He tasted sweet, like cherries. He made me want to be a better man. Give him the world and hold him on a pedestal. Worship at his feet. And I would burn down the world for Jones Matthews. Give up all of my riches. Became just an ordinary man who was lucky enough to have found the love of his life.
“Friday, baby,” Jones murmured. “Friday, I want you to make me scream for you.”
Oh, you have no idea what I’m going to do to you on our wedding night,” I answered.
I couldn’t wait.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Jones
I pushed past Ollie the second he opened his front door and dropped my overnight bag on the floor. I didn’t want to be here right now. This was all Charlie’s idea. He wanted us to spend the night apart before we officially got married. I thought that it was ridiculous, although a little romantic. I wanted to be in bed with my soon-to-be husband. Wrapped in his arms, his skin against mine. The scent of him all around me. Not here with my best friend and his boyfriend, who was going to slit my throat when he found out. I glanced around the living room before I spun back around to face Ollie.
“I want to sleep with Charlie tonight.” I sounded like a spoiled child, but I couldn’t help it.
What if he changed his mind and left me at the altar? Or courthouse or whatever? What if I went there tomorrow morning and Charlie never showed up? I wasn’t sure I couldn’t survive losing him a second time. It might ruin me forever. Anxiety began to niggle its way inside my head.
Ollie chuckled as he closed the door. “I bet you do.” The bruising around his eye looked a little less ugly tonight. A little less black and blue. A little more green and yellow. The swelling had gone down, which helped a lot. It still made me angry to think that Kit claimed to care about him yethurt still him. He dragged a hand through his red hair and grinned at me.
“It’s not... Stop that.” I felt my skin grow warm at his innuendo. “Like Kit hasn’t been keeping your bed warm every night this week.”
Ollie beamed at me, his green eyes crinkling around the corners. “You’re not wrong.”
“Does he know that I’m here? That I’m spending the night at your place?” I knew how jealous Kit got, and I was worried about what he might do if he showed up and found me in my pajamas tomorrow morning. Or tonight. I shuddered at the thought.
“Trust me, he already knows.” Kit’s angry voice carried from behind me.
I turned to find him scowling at me, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest. Did the man ever smile?
“You’re in the guestroom tonight, Matthews. No one sleeps in Ollie’s bed but me. Not anymore.”
I could agree with that. “I wasn’t actually planning on sharing his bed. Although we’ve—”
“That’s enough.” Ollie slapped his hand over my mouth. “Kitten, you know Jones and I are just friends. We’ve never kissed or fooled around or anything like that. We’re friends. Nothing more.”
Kit narrowed his eyes. “But you told me you would have. Once. When you were younger and spent all those days riding dirt bikes together. Mooning over Matthews like he was the best thing on earth. You wanted him. You wanted to fuck him.”
His words caused my cheeks to burn with embarrassment. Why did he have to say things like that? It was crass and gross.
“Not anymore,” Ollie promised as he dropped his hand from my face and took a step toward Kit. “We talked about all this earlier. You’re the one I want, not Jones. Only you.”
Kit’s blue eyes darted between us as he huffed loudly. Pink stained his cheeks as he muttered something under his breath we couldn’t hear; then he moved closer to Ollie. Kit grabbed his hand and linked their fingers together. There might have a been a slight smile that tugged at his lips, but I didn’t want to get too crazy. Ollie was absolutely delighted and dropped a kiss on his hair.
“I’m getting married tomorrow, Kit,” I reminded him, but he only snarled at me, and that made me want to tease him more. He obviously cared about Ollie, even if he couldn’t admit it to anyone. “But maybe the three of us could sleep in the same bed tonight. Ollie in the middle. You know, like snuggle buddies.”
Kit started toward me. “Why you little—”
“Stop.” Ollie placed a hand against Kit’s chest and then yanked him flush against him. I watched in fascination as the smaller man, not much bigger than me, molded his body to Ollie’s. “What did we say earlier? No more violence, no more yelling, or overreacting. You promised me.”
Kit nodded. “Sorry.” He pressed his forehead against Ollie’s chest. This was a different side of Kit, and I was here for it. Especially if he made my best friend happy. He turned around to give me a nervous smile. “Sorry, Jones.”
Wait a second... Did I fall and hit my head or something? Was I unconscious right now?
