He takes a long drink, then smirks over the rim. “And I like not tripping over one of you two deep-throating in my fucking kitchen.”
Knox doesn’t stop. Instead, he swallows me down deeper, and my fingers tighten in his hair.
“We got here first,” I tell Jagger, releasing my grip and brushing Knox’s hair back from his forehead.
“Noted,” Jagger mutters. “Next time, I’m pissing in the coffeepot.”
Knox pushes me over the edge, his throat tight around me, and I let go with a groan, uncaring that Jagger’s standing three feet away. Half the time when we fuck, he’s there scrolling socials anyway—the guy hates being alone. Knox pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and flashes a smug grin at me. Then he turns to the sink to rinse his mouth out.
“You’re in a good mood this morning,” I say to Jagger.
“No more than usual.” He takes another swig of water. “Though I’ve got some shopping to do before practice.”
Knox raises an eyebrow as he pulls his practice jersey over his head. “Shopping? Since when do you shop for anything besides protein powder and energy drinks?”
“Since I need the perfect gift for a certain redhead.” Jagger’s grin widens. “Something that says I’m thinking about her without being too obvious.”
I lean back against the counter. “Are you sure it’s a smart idea to get in deep with a Kane?”
“Her name is Leila,” Jagger corrects.
“Right. Leila Kane, who you’ve been texting all week like a lovesick teenager.”
Knox snorts. “I still can’t believe she’s been texting us this week after the run-in with her brothers. I figured that would have been the end of anything.”
“Better believe it.” Jagger waves his hand. “And the important thing is, she basically challenged us to make it interesting next time.”
That gets my attention. “She what?”
“If you’d checked your messages this morning, you would have seen it. Her words were something along the lines of: if it’s a foursome, she expects more dicks.” Jagger’s eyes light up in his usual tell that he’s about to do something stupid. “So I’m thinking we give her something to remember us by.”
Knox shakes his head as he grabs his bag from where it’s sitting against the wall. “This is going to end badly.”
“Everything ends badly if you think about it long enough,” Jagger replies cheerfully. “The question is whether you have fun getting there.”
I check the time on my phone. “We’ve got class in an hour and a half.”
“Plenty of time.” Jagger heads toward the door. “You two coming or not?”
Knox looks at me, the debate playing out across his face. On one hand, getting involved in Jagger’s schemes usually leads to trouble. But on the other, we’ve been following Jagger since freshman year, and somehow we’re all still here.
“Fine,” I say, grabbing my keys from the counter. “But if this gets us suspended from the team, you’re sucking my cock while Knox fucks you in the ass.”
“Deal.” Jagger’s already halfway out the door. “Though you might want that in writing. Knox has a massive horse dick, and he might tear my asshole to shreds.”
“I can hear you, fucker,” Knox calls after him.
“Horse dick is a good thing,” Jagger throws back.
Twenty minutes later, we’re standing in the jewelry section of a store downtown that caters to college students with more money than sense while Jagger examines the chokers.
“What about this one?” He holds up something with silver chains and tiny spikes.
“Unless you’re trying to tell her you’re into BDSM, probably not,” Knox says dryly.
“Good point.” Jagger puts it back and picks up another. “This one?”
It’s black velvet with a small silver heart.
