“Ugh, why is it morning?” Jenna groans and I chuckle at how adorable she is. “Jesus, I’m sore. How many times did we have sex?”
“Four.”
“Four!” She lifts her head to face me and my laughter grows.
“If you count the quickie in the alley.”
“Oh, I definitely count that. I’m not going to forget it anytime soon. Who knew fucking Santa could be so magical?” Her eyes twinkle and my chest burns.
Every moment for her should be magic. She shouldn’t ever have to question that.
“Uh-oh. What happened?” She bops my nose. “Are you pissed off at my disgusting talk of Father Christmas?”
“No.” I snort. “I’m doing what I shouldn’t be doing.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“Thinking past tomorrow.”
Jenna’s eyes widen and she glances away, curling her face into my chest. She’s quiet for a beat before jumping up so fast that it startles me. “Nope. We are not doing that. I’m getting in the shower and you’re making me breakfast. Followed by a fun day at the beach. Okay?”
The fire in her eyes makes it impossible to say no, but I don’t answer immediately. Not until she hits me with a Jenna special—a glare to end all glares. “Oh-kay?” she repeats as she stands in all her naked glory, her tone leaving no room for argument.
“Got it. Off you go then. See if you can wash away the bite marks on your ass.”
Jenna’s gaze shoots to mine, her throat bobbing as she bites her lip, trapping the flesh between her teeth.
And I can’t let her walk away.
“Change of plans. We’re spending the morning in bed.” Jack be damned. We can talk later.
She lets out a squeal as I pull her back to the mattress, shutting her up with a kiss. “Are you ready for number five?” I cup between her legs, my fingers easily slipping inside her. “I need this pussy like my next breath.” She pants with need as I flip onto my back, dragging her down on top of me. “I’m going to kiss this beautiful mouth while my fingers bring you to the edge, then I’m going to flip you over and wrap your legs around my neck, fucking you until you think of me every time you come.” I curl my fingers while caressing her lips with mine, once, twice, three times before pulling away and whispering against her mouth… “Let’s see how easy it is to ignore past tomorrow.”
Icatch the mirror in the hallway and laugh at the ridiculous grin that seems to have attached itself to my face. If Kai saw me right now, I’d never hear the end of it. I’m happy. And significantly relaxed. It’s been a long time since I felt this good.
As if to remind me that I owe Jenna breakfast, my stomach growls at the same time the pipes grind, signalling that she’s switched on the upstairs shower. Yet another thing I need to get checked.
This house may be grand, but it’s close to thirty years old and it needs work.
I’m mentally adding to my long list of to-dos when I round the corner and find Jack blocking my way, the anger in his eyes making me jolt.
He’s home.Shit.
“Did you have a nice fuck party up there?”
Jesus. I cringe, my chest tightening with a hint of regret. We should have been quieter. “I thought you went out.”
“When? After I went to sleep? You were together all night. I saw you this morning. Curled in each other's arms. Since when do you have sleepovers?”
“You saw—”Fuck. That explains the door slamming. “Jack, you—”
“What the hell are you doing, Mason? You could fuck anyone, and you choose Jenna?”
“She’s not anyone, Jack. I—”
“You what? You care? Is that it?”
“Of course I care. I wouldn’t have slept with her if I didn’t.”
