I shift in my seat, swiping at my eyes. “Yes. I think that would make me feel much better.”
“Get Jax in here then,” Anthony growls into the phone, and I feel my heart rate pick up.
A minute later, Jax is inside the office, confusion lining his face.
“What is it?” he asks as Anthony stands up.
“Bane needs you,” he says, and then I watch as Anthony leaves the room.
Jax moves over to me, standing near Kit and meeting my tearful stare.
“Why are you crying? Who hurt you?”
I sniffle once more. Dramatic, yes, but still, this is a nice distraction.
Angel pipes up, his arm still around me. “He needs you and Kit to do something sexy. He’s very depressed about Georgiy leaving him.”
“He left you?” Jax asks and then peers over at Kit, who is as pink as a candy heart. His skin is just delicious. “And why do we need to do something sexy?”
“A distraction,” I utter. “I need something else to think about.”
Jax runs a hand through his hair, mussing it slightly. “I mean, can we do something else?”
Angel giggles at that. “I don’t think he wants to see anything else. I think this would be the perfect distraction. If you both consent, of course.”
Jax peers over at Kit, the pulse in the base of his neck thumping wildly. “I mean, do you want to? You know, just to make him feel better?”
Kit shrugs, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. “If it helps him not be so sad, I guess we could.”
Jax straightens and clears his throat. “Yeah. All right. Uh, to help Bane…we can do that. You know, for him.”
Kit nods, wetting his lips. “For him.”
They move, standing opposite one another, and I can feel the tension in the room, thick and excited. Oh. Oh yes. I can’t wait to watch this. Two men insisting they’re not gay…even Angel is holding his breath.
“Where should we sit?” Kit asks.
“Maybe on the couch.”
They move together, sitting down on the sofa, their knees touching, hands on their laps.
“Ready?” Kit asks.
“Ready.”
They start to move before Kit stops, nervous and unsure. “Like, what do you want to see exactly?”
“Anything you want. A nice chest massage, a blow job.”
Jax chokes and coughs, and Kit blushes. “No. Not that. But we can touch a bit, yeah?”
“Yeah. That’s cool. Not a big deal.”
“I’ll go first?” Kit suggests.
“Yeah. Cool.”
I think this will be a bigger deal once they get their hands on one another, but I don’t say that. I just watch as Kit touches Jax’s chest, and Jax inhales sharply.
