Chapter Thirteen
Knox let out a quiet breath, and beside him he felt Jesse do the same.Relief was almost as heady a feeling as desire, and with both coursing through him, he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.“I have a plan.”
“He has a plan,” Jesse echoed, grinning.“I fucking love it when he has a plan.”
Knox barked out a laugh of pure joy and, following instinct, leaned over and kissed him.It was rough and deep, a little frantic, but he knew Jesse could take the savage need and give it back to him with equal fervor.
“Oh,” Chloe breathed, the sound so quiet it was nearly lost in Jesse’s wild moan, but Knox heard it.
With trepidation flirting around the edges of desire, he lifted his head.
She was staring at him, at them, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, her lips parted in a silent O.Her nipples were hard, and though it was hard to tell in the soft light of the bedroom, he thought he saw a glimmer of moisture on her thighs.
“Chloe?”Jesse said inquiringly.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you two kiss,” she said, her voice thin and a little faint, like she didn’t have quite enough air to push the words out.“It’s really fucking hot.Do it again.”
“Later,” Knox said before Jesse could do as she asked.“Plan, remember?”
“Plan, right.”Jesse rubbed his hands together in an expression of glee.“What’s my job, big daddy?”
Chloe choked, and Knox grinned.Jesse sometimes called him big daddy in bed, but as a joke, to sass.“Lay down on the bed, on your back, feet at the pillows.”
“You got it.”Dropped onto the mattress on his knees, Jesse reached past a befuddled Chloe to toss the pillows to the floor, then arranged himself so his head was almost hanging off the mattress at the foot of the bed.
“I’m not skull fucking you,” Knox told him with an exasperated laugh.“Scoot up.”
“Sorry.”Jesse lifted his head to wink at Chloe.“Force of habit.”
Knox watched Jesse scoot up until his head was firmly on the mattress.“Okay, that’s good.Chloe, will you get me a pillow, darling?”
“Oh.Um.”She glanced around, looking a little dazed, then scrambled off the bed to grab one of the discarded pillows.“Here.”
“Thank you.Jesse, lift your head.”When he had, Knox tucked the pillow underneath.“Comfortable?”
“As a kitten on a cloud,” Jesse said cheerfully.
“Good.Chloe?”
“Yes?”
Knox smiled.“Sit on his face.”
She blinked, nonplussed, then grinned.“Really?”
“God, yes,” Jesse groaned from the bed.“Please, baby, sit on my face.”
“Really,” Knox assured her and, taking her hand, helped her climb back on the bed.“No, not like that.Face his feet.”
“Oh.Ohhhh.”Delight lighting her face, she planted a knee next to his shoulder, swung a leg over his head to plant the other one.“Like this?”
“Just like that,” Knox said approvingly, and with gentle hands, guided her down.“Jesse, not yet.”
“Why?”he whined.
“Because I said so,” Knox said, trying to inject a note of stern command into his voice.It was hard, because he was laughing, but he tried.“Now, Chloe, lean forward, put your hands by his hips.”
Chloe did as she was bid, putting her eager face in range of Jesse’s bobbing penis.“This is nice.”
