“You—”
I wince. “I’ve had a crush on you for eight years. And Rufus knows about it. He teases me about it.” I stare at the supplies in my hands. “I think he trapped me here with you in the hopes that we’d—you know.”
“Hook up?”
“Yeah.” I turn to him. “But I swear I didn’t know he was going to do this, and I’m going to kick his arse for doing something so dumb and reckless.”
Jett puts his hand against the side of my neck and rests his forehead against mine. “I believe you.”
“Thank fuck.”
He kisses me. “I want to be inside you, Kian. Show me what to do. Please?”
Chapter9
Jett
“We need to relax.” Kian’s cheeks flush red as he laughs. “And it would probably help if we had fewer clothes on.”
Is he nervous? If he is, I’m not sure why. He’s done this before.
“Fewer clothes.” I take the lube and condoms and put them on the bedside table. “Check.” I kiss him and then pull his T-shirt off and drop it on the floor.
Why am I feeling so bold? Probably because I’m horny, because of the burning need beneath my skin to be close to Kian. To be inside him. I haven’t felt this sort of feverish fervour since I lost my virginity. Hopefully, I’ll last longer than I did that time.
He helps me take my top off, and then I lie over him. We kiss and touch each other. He spirals one hand over my nipple and grips my hip with the other. I cup his cheek and tangle my fingers in his hair. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been as relaxed as I have been these last few hours with Kian. For a short while, he’s given me something else to absorb myself in other than work. I want to get lost in him some more.
“We need to lose more clothes,” Kian whispers.
How long have we been kissing? Long enough for Kian to have a faint beard rash around his mouth. If Rufus sees it, we won’t be able to claim we didn’t hook up. Do I want to deny it? Rufus would dig into our business for sure. I don’t want him to be all smug and demanding we thank him for pushing us together. The presence of a full box of condoms and lube is proof enough that Kian is right. Rufus wanted me to relax all right: via sex. At least I know I’ve got his blessing to fool around with his brother.
I pop Kian’s jeans button open and tug his flies down. It would be easy to slip my hand inside his pants and touch his cock. I’ve never put my hand on another man’s cock. That shouldn’t be something to stutter over. Kian sucked me off. We frotted against each other. I want to have sex with him. And yet I hesitate.
“Are you okay?” Kian is a little breathless.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.”
“Tell me if you change your mind.”
“I will.”
“It’s okay if you do.”
“I know.” I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. “It’s okay if you change your mind too.”
He smiles against my lips. “I know.” He makes short work of undoing my jeans. “Can I touch you?”
“Please.”
He slides his hand into my pants and grips my shaft. I groan at his firm touch. He pulls my cock free and caresses my length.
“Fuck, Kian, that feels so good.”
“I’m glad.” He lets go and tugs at the waistband of my jeans.
