And I forgot to worry about the rest. I stopped fretting about how Jaxon had hurt J.D. I stopped feeling like I was being greedy for doing this, ignoring my guys, and everything else. The moment my tongue touched his, all that mattered was this moment right here.
I felt when his fingers pressed deeper, sliding into my hair. I didn't care when my hat slipped off, falling into the bed of his truck - but I did notice when he grabbed his own and tossed it the same way without removing his mouth from mine.
What started soft, gentle, and almost tentative, grew. The first pass of our mouths was a chance to explore, test, and learn. The next teased. After that, I began demanding.
The hand on his collarbone moved high enough to grab his shoulder, pulling him closer. Jake obeyed, pressing his free hand down on the tailgate to hold himself up as he leaned in, and in some more - yet the whole time, the other one held my face, treasuring it like he couldn't help himself.
I could feel my pulse pounding. I needed him closer, so I hooked a leg around his ass and gave a real big hint - but it didn't work. It did earn me a sexy little sound that was somewhere between a moan and something a bit more wild.
"If you don't stop that," he whispered against my mouth, "I'm going to climb up there with you and make a scene in the bed of my truck."
I stole one more kiss, then lifted lids that felt heavier than they should. "Or you can take me back to my place?"
His eyes dropped, taking in all of me. "Could." But he shifted back. "Cody, what are we doing?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "Right now, I'm trying real hard to not think too much."
He nodded once as if accepting that. "And tomorrow?"
"Jake, I don't know!"
"Still friends?" he asked.
Which made me smile. "Yeah. Hell, I'm still friends with Ty. Maybe I'm just easy like that."
"Oh, that isnotthe word I'd use," he promised, then stepped back and offered me his hand. "Let's go see this fancy suite you're in."
I hopped off the end of the truck, he grabbed our hats and closed the tailgate, then we headed for our doors on opposite sides. Even better, when he climbed behind the wheel, he had to yank at his jeans a bit before buckling in. Yeah, that ridge wasvisible, and while I kinda wanted to reach over and grab it, I wasn'tquitethat wild and crazy.
Not yet.
He started the truck, but pulled out his phone and started typing. Curious, I looked over with a raised brow, but he said nothing until he was done and tossed his phone down into the cup holder.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Ty," he explained. "Made sure he knew I was taking you home - and that you're sober."
"Yeah," I assured him. "I am."
"Good." Then he finally pulled out of the parking spot. "So, is this where I shouldn't ask what this is because I might spoil the mood?"
"Jake, I don't know what it is."
He nodded, accepting that. "Me either, Cody. In truth, none of this makes sense. I should be scared off by those other guys of yours, but I'm not."
"And I should be content with them," I pointed out.
"Yeah, but I think that part's true." He glanced over, then pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with being horny. I won't be offended if you just need to scratch an itch and those two deserve some time alone." He chuckled. "And I seriously suck at setting the mood."
"Same," I agreed. "Or maybe it's ok that we're both bad at it?"
I swore something in him relaxed. It was more than just his shoulders, and a tiny little curl appeared on his lips. It wasn't quite a smile. More like a pleased look that meant I'd just done something right.
"Well, is this the point where I try to be all chivalrous and pretend we're going back to your place to have a relaxing chat?"
"Nope," I decided. "This is me resisting the urge to tell you to drive faster."
His foot pressed down on the gas. Not excessively, but as we meandered the city streets, he was passing the other cars beside us. Finally, just when I was starting to feel that awkwardness - an awareness of what I was actually doing - creep in, he turned into the hotel's parking lot.
