“He has a nice chest, right?” I ask, and Kit’s nostrils flare, his fingers curling and dragging down Jax’s chest, over his pecs, to his stomach.
“Yeah,” he finally breathes and then bites his lip. His fingers drag across his hips and to his thighs, stopping right at his knees.
Jax lets out a long breath when Kit’s hands finally pull away, and I shift in my seat.
“Oh,” Angel breathes. “Oh my.”
That was an inferno. I knew it would be. The chemistry between the two of them, how they both insist it’s nothing.
“Your turn,” Kit says, and Jax nods, his fingers delving into Kit’s hair, causing his eyelids to flutter at the sensation. His thumbs track down his freckled cheeks to his neck, pressing against the gorgeous, thudding vein.
And then he drags his hands across Kit’s shoulders, down his chest, and to his waist. His fingers flex against him, pulling him a little closer, maneuvering him right where he wants him, and then one of his hands drags up the inside of his thigh. Closer and closer. So fucking close to his dick.
Yes. Touch it. Touch it.
But before he does, my moan has him jerking away, reality settling in between them.
“Shit,” Jax murmurs before turning to stare at Kit. They look at one another for a long time, unsure what that was, and yet wanting to do it again.
Finally, they turn toward the two of us, and I can see their blown-out pupils. Oh, they’re trying to pretend it meant nothing, but I think this changed everything.
“Did that—um, did that help?” Kit finally asks, and I nod, giving a round of applause.
“Very much so. Thank you. I was thoroughly distracted. Next time, I’d like to watch you kiss.”
Jax chokes slightly, and Kit rubs the back of his neck shyly.
“Uh, no. We aren’t doing that…you know, unless it’s really dire and you really need us to.”
“Oh, I think I may. I’m heartbroken.”
Jax side-eyes Kit, who is breathing heavily.
“Yeah, all right. We’ll see.”
“Will we?” Jax asks, and Kit meets his gaze.
“Yeah. We’ll have to see.”
A moment later, Anthony reappears in the office. “Is it done? Is he still crying?”
Angel peers over the small sofa at his dad. “No, he’s feeling better now.”
“Good. Now I have something I need to deal with at one of the facilities.”
“What happened?” I ask.
“Another dead body was dropped off. Same as before, it seems. This shit hasn’t stopped.”
I gasp. “Oh. Oh, please let me go with you. I promise to be good. I need the distraction.”
He eyes Angel and then nods. “Fine. But no crying. I can’t take it.”
I nod and swipe at my eyes once more before straightening my shoulders.
“I’ll be the best boy.”
“Good. Let’s go. And Bane. Put some pants on.”
