Chuck nodded agreeably, moving up to sit with his back against the couch as I stumbled to my feet. “I’ll wait here so we can have that talk when you get back.”
Well, shit.Thatbackfired on me.
Chapter Seventeen
Chuck
I’m not going to say that I’m selfless or, honestly, mature enough to refuse sex with the amazing man currently hiding in my bathroom if I’d known he’d attempt to dodge talking afterward, but when I was knocking on the bathroom door fifteen minutes later, I definitely wondered if I should have.
“Yeah?”
“Are you gonna be in there long, Jules?” I tried to keep the building frustration out of my voice.
“Uh, not really sure yet.”
I held in a laugh at the attempted implication that the issue of time was out of his control. “Well, do you think I could come in?”
There was a brief pause broken by a slightly panicked response. “Oh, well, I like my privacy, you know? And I can’t exactly reach the door to unlock it, anyway.”
Sighing, I twisted the doorknob and rolled my eyes when I found it locked. Twisting a little harder, there was a slightpopas the interior mechanism gave way.
“No problem, it’s open,” I responded cheerfully. Heavy handed, I know, but I did shove the door open slowly, giving Jules time to cover up if he reallywasin the middle of something he needed privacy for.
He cursed under his breath but stayed where he was, sitting on the closed toilet seat with his head in his hands. “Great.”
Crossing the small room, I knelt between his legs and waited for him to meet my eyes. “Will you please talk to me?”
“Yeah, sure,” Jules grumbled, his soft dick brushing my cheek when he stood to push past me. “Can you talk while I shower?”
“Sure,” I agreed readily, taking his seat on the toilet as he flicked on the shower taps. “I’m getting the feeling you’re still pretty mad at me for being a dick yesterday. What do I need to do to earn your forgiveness?”
“I’m not,” Jules sighed, rolling his eyes when I snorted in disbelief. “Really,” he insisted, stepping into the shower but leaving the curtain open and raised his face to the water. “I’m over it. You really were a dick, but I believe you really are sorry.”
“Oh.” I watched him for a minute, waiting in case he had more to add but he didn’t say more. “Then why were you on the couch last night?”
Jules huffed and turned his back to me. “It’s stupid but I was jealous.”
Uhh…what?
“I’m confused,” I admitted. “Jealous, how?”
“I was looking for you last night after dinner,” Jules finally said, “and when I found you, some cutie was planting a kiss on you and then you went into his room.” He sighed again. “Look, I know you don’t owe me anything and it’s hardly like we’re an item, but it kind of screwed with my head, okay? I’ll get over it.”
Well, shit.
I didn’t have to try and make sense ofwhoJules had seen me kiss but I was lost at why he interpreted it the way he had.
“Okay,” I murmured, standing up and following him into the shower. Reaching past him for the loofah, I drizzled some body scrub on it and started washing his back. “So, the first thing I want to tell you is that as far as I’m concerned, you and I are definitely an item.” I pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck.
Jules snorted and I had to swallow a laugh.
“I’m serious, Jules,” I insisted, scraping my teeth along his skin. “And you definitely did see a very cute, rather young Omega kiss me and take me into his room last night,” I confirmed, “but I guess you couldn’t see that his husband was standing inside the room.” I tried to hold back but couldn’t help but tease him a little. “For the record, his husband didn’t kiss me.”
“What?” Jules spun around, nearly losing his footing until I steadied him with an arm around his waist.
“I promise,” I assured him. “The youngster you saw me with was Antoine Carraway. He is an Omega who stayed with us for a short time a few years ago before he met his husband, Sonny.”
“Sonny?” Jules repeated back, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Why do I recognize that name?”
