“Shut up and go back to sleep, will ya?”
After a minute, he asks, “How long do you think Jax waited before he mauled Ethan?”
“Once he got in the car?”
His chest shakes with laughter, only to cease with a grunt. “Poor Ethan.”
“Stop hurting yourself.”
“Stop making me laugh.”
Chapter 3
Ethan
Irefuse to touch my erection in the shower. It’s Antarctica in here, and it hasn’t ebbed. It needs to quit. I have too many conflicting thoughts in my head.
Aurora. I haven’t talked to her aboutme and Jax. It’s wrong without her.
ButsheiswithReece… She’s aware of ourrelationship. I could be tearing Jackson’sclothesoff, sinking my teeth into his skin instead of shivering with blue balls.
Fuck, I wouldn’t know what to do if Ididget him naked.
You have adick; you’ll figure it out.
I should stop this. We can’t. He has been through too much.
Althoughhekissedme.
Joking about it is one thing, but actuallydoing it? I’m thirty-five. It’s obscene to have atwenty-two-year-old girlfriendandatwenty-five-year-old boyfriend—who’s also the captain of myhockey team. That’s justinsane.
Insaneis also how I felt when I thought I’dlosehim. The universe might as well rip my soul from my body. Losing him would leave a void that can’t be filled. He’s a pain in the ass, butI love him with every fiber of my being, the same as I doAurora, and maybe have for a while.
Perspectives change in the heat of the moment. When the house was raided and he broke down, burying his face in my neck and gripping me as if I were his lifeline, something in me shifted. I knew with complete certainty that our attachment was deeper, that he wasmineto protect,carefor, and love.
Insaneis how it felt tokisshim. Pure fucking insanity. As if I were free-fallingfrom the sky without a parachute. As if all mywants, desires, andneedfor him, known and unknown, came rushing to the surface, hitting me all at once.
Loveisinsane. When I fell forAurora, I was jittery, crazed, out of control. I fought it, and it did nothing but strain ourrelationship. I want to do better withJax, but I also don’t knowwhatto do.
I envision him on his knees, staring up at me with those devilish green eyes as I forced him to take my cock down his throat.
My unrelenting dick jerks.
Nope.
No, I will not. I’m not going there.
I rest my head back against the tile and scrub my fingers through my hair. I’m taking forever in theshower, and I wonder if I’m subconsciously waiting for him. I quickly rinse andshut off the water.
I exit thebathroom, my ridiculous hard-onpressedto mystomachby the towel around mywaist, and come to a halt. He’s asleep in my bed, shirtless, his face buried in mypillow. I bet he sniffed it like a creeper too.
As long as he didn’t jack off on my sheets.
That visual has my cock thickening further. I glance down, giving it a scowl and a firm talking-to.Goddammit, stop. The brat isasleep.
My gaze scans the room for my phone. I find it on my dresser beside my belt and snatch it, eager to take a picture of him.Now who’s the creeper?
Still, I snap the pic. He’s too adorable not to.
