Full lips parted, hischestrises and falls peacefully. I brush back the hair that’s fallen in his face, allowing my knuckles to graze his forehead, then the stubble on hisjaw.Fuck, I have it bad. Thiserectionis never going away.
Taking a deep breath, I slip into a pair of boxers and climb in next to him. Anxiety roils in my stomach. I stare at the ceiling and run through everyone who’s my responsibility.
Thetwinsleft with Charlie and another agent toreturnto the hospital. I sent Rocco a message yesterday, telling him to take whatever from my account to pay Desi and Dante and to ensure they have everything they needed. He responded by threatening to come to LA and insisting we move to NewYork.
The idea is tempting. If I wasn’t coaching, I would.
Aurorais content withReece, who’s on a locked unit guarded by half his force. They’re perfectly safe, and I have thetwinstakingthem food andclothes.
As for my otherteam, I took a few days off, claiming we had a break-in—not a lie—and I won’treturnuntil tomorrow. We have two home games coming up, and for the first time, I’m not excited to coach. But I can’t let personal issues ruin the season for an entire organization.
An arm wraps around my torso, and Jax rests his head on my shoulder.“I can hear you thinking.”His knee comes over me and brushes my relentless hard-on.“You want me to takecareof that?”
I don’t have to look at him to know he’s grinning.
My breath picks up.“No…” Doubt sets in. “Is this not new for you?”How did he jump into this easily?
This isJackson. Why am I even questioning it? He’s impulsive and persistent when hewantssomething.
And now he wantsme. Fuck.
“Everything with the three of us is new.” He props up on his elbow.
I turn toward him, doing the same.“Is that why you like it?”
He trails his fingers over my barestomach. The muscles tighten and twitch at histouch.
“I love it. Every part. From the moment you snuck into our bed in NewYork, I couldn’t wait for more.”
My lips twist with unease as I trace my bite mark on his collarbone.“Is it just a fascination for you?”
His hand settles on mywaist.“It’s not a phase, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ve always been this way.”
“What way?”
He draws circles on my pebbled skin and contemplates his answer.“Disinterested in people unless I was emotionally connected to them, trusted them. Open-minded about who that might be.”
“Like Grant?” My voice comes across harsher than intended.
He smiles, picking up on my absurd jealousy.“Just because only a few people make it in doesn’t mean I’m attracted to them all. I’m not interested inGrant—he’s aself-proclaimed slut. That’s fine, but we’re not the same.”
I can’t help but chuckle at his seriousness. No, Jackson could never fathom engaging in sex without some level of emotional attachment. “I was aslutonce. It happens.”
His smile fades.“Please don’t tell me that. NewYorkdoesn’t need another murderer.”
I laugh and nudge his shoulder.“Shutup.”
He lands on his back dramatically and rolls onto his other side, tucking thepillowunder his head.“I can’t look at you right now.”
Mychestvibrates withamusement. I lie beside him, wrap an arm around him, and pull him close. He smells of my bodywash—woodsy or pine needles or some crap. He must have taken a quickshowerin the otherbathroom. His hair isn’t wet. He probably refused to use my cheapshampoo, and my lips spread into a smile.
“You’re such a brat.” I give in to temptation andkissthe curve of his neck.
His hips shift. “Don’t stop,” he whispers.
I picture my hand clasping his throat, fingertipspressedinto hisjaw, holding him to me as I make him come. What noises would he make for me? Would he beg?
Jesus, I need to stop.
