“I might have gotten hurt, but it could have been worse. Your dad protected me and took care of me,” she told him.
Jett made a weird noise, and I could see he was struggling. Dusty turned her head to look at him. “It’s true. I wouldn’t be here today without you.”
Thankfully, before Jett could argue, deny, or before I completely lost it, Griffin seemed to figure out what he’d been contemplating.
“‘Cause he’s a hero, right?”
Dusty looked back at our son. “You got it. Your daddy is definitely a hero.”
“I’m going to go tell everyone.” As he took off running, he yelled, “See ya later.”
Jett helped Dusty up just as the door opened again. It was good timing since it was clear my husband didn’t want to talk about what had been said. Gyth, Summer, and their son walked in, which was perfect. Dusty and Gyth had a lot in common both having had leg injuries that took them out of the military.
Even Dexter, Gyth’s boy—at only ten—could understand the hardships of healing and adjusting from a major injury. Maybe even more so since he’d lost a leg and had to wear a prosthesis.
Once introductions were made, the group began talking, and I walked over to Jett. Laying my hand on his back as I had earlier at the airport, I could feel the tension in his body.
Deciding on a different course of action than just caressing his back to try and calm him, I snatched his hand up in mine and dragged him toward the stairs.
“We’ll be right back,” I called out, getting a questioning look from Summer, a silly grin from Gyth, and a knowing look, along with a nod from Dusty.
No questions asked, Jett followed me, his hand gripped tightly in mine—not to the point it hurt. Reaching the room I’d had in the house for many years, I softly shut the door behind us. Dropping Jett’s hand, I turned to face him.
“You need to relax. I know it’s hard to think of yourself the way Dusty just described you, but she told the truth.”
He shook his head, and I knew he wasn’t going to listen. Today was supposed to be fun, and Jett needed that more than anyone. Except for Dusty, they both could use a carefree day.
I had to take matters into my own hands.
Stepping toward him, I went up on my tiptoes and wrapped both my hands around the back of Jett’s neck, yanking him so close that no space existed between us. I attacked his mouth hungrily. At his sharp inhale, I took advantage and slid my tongue inside.
In an instant, his hands slid around me, and his palms covered my jean-clad bottom. We both threw ourselves into the kiss with gusto, a moan vibrating in my throat when his hands squeezed my ass. It was the kiss I’d been wanting in the hall earlier, but the privacy of the moment was working for us.
Maybe too well.
Feeling wild and out of control, I did a little hop and wrapped my legs around my husband’s waist. He turned us, and in a nanosecond, I found my back slammed against the wooden door. Our cores were pressed tightly against oneanother, and I squirmed to find more purchase, desperate to feel him between my legs.
Pressing against me harder, we ground against one another, and my fingers thrust into his hair, grasping at the strands as a tingling sensation began between my thighs. Heat, friction, and his huge bulge fueled me on, and I moaned into his mouth, caught up in the ecstasy of it all.
I pulled my mouth from his and demanded, “Almost there. Don’t you dare stop!”
Jett’s mouth latched onto the sensitive skin on my neck just below my ear, and that was all it took. I exploded, crying out as my orgasm possessed my body. A deep groan faintly fluttered to my ears over our pounding hearts and heavy breaths, panting in sync with one another.
Our breathing slowed, bodies relaxed, and then our eyes met. His electric blue eyes were still heavy with lust.
“Did you take a special course in distraction technique?”
He released me, letting my legs fall, and my feet hit the floor. Then he looked down between us, and my eyes widened as he said, “Well, that’s embarrassing.”
Giggling, I preened, feeling ten feet tall that my ploy to get him to relax had worked. I felt a bit smug that he’d lost it like I had.
“You find it funny that I just went off in my pants like a teenager?”
That just made me laugh harder.
He stared at me until I’d gotten control of myself. “It wasn’t supposed to happen that way,” he said softly.
“Please don’t say it was a mistake,” I pleaded.
