He shrugs, his eyes drifting to my mouth as I feel the weight of his hot palm lying low on my bare belly.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, staring at his mouth.
He shrugs again, and I notice he’s lying on top of the covers in only his boxers. My libido instantly perks up at the sight of all his gorgeous, toned, tan, inked skin, rippling muscles, and the obvious bulge at his groin.
“Sorry,” I mumble, carefully extracting myself from Jase’s embrace. “Stupid question.” I crawl over Ares. “Don’t move,” I whisper before I peck his lips. “I need to pee.”
Hurrying into the bathroom, I smile to myself when I feel every new ache and pain. Being in love makes everything feel better. Even the shitstorm in my head, and my life, doesn’t feel insurmountable this morning.
I take care of business and brush my teeth before climbing back into bed in between Ares and Jase. I half expected my stepbrother to be gone when I came out, but I guess he needs me more than he wants to admit—even to himself.
I feel closer to Ares these past few days despite how he’s been keeping me at arm’s length. We’re like kindred spirits now. Both of us lied to by the people who were supposed to love us. Both of us discovering our true parentage for the first time. Learning about this new secret society and navigating it together.
I’m not even mad about the cameras anymore. I probably should be, but I can’t find it in me to care—as long as he hasn’t shown the footage to anyone else. Thinking of him jerking off to his “stepsister porn collection” sends a rush of arousal to my core. I’m probably fucked in the head, but the thought of it seriously turns me on.
I thread my fingers through his as he stares at me, his fingers absently toying with my hair. Behind us, Jase is softly snoring, oblivious to the mounting tension in the room.
Taking a chance, I claim Ares’s lips in a probing kiss. His arms automatically go around my waist, and he pulls me in against his hard, warm body. His morning wood presses against my thigh through his boxers, and my sore pussy throbs with a new ache. Our hands explore as he angles his head, taking control of our kiss and deepening it. I rock my hips against him, and he clutches my hip, lifting it and repositioning me so his erection is brushing against my pussy.
Delicious tremors rip through my body as it fully comes alive. I want to impale myself on his cock and ride the shit out of him.
Wrapping my leg around his waist, I open myself up. I’m still naked, and the feel of my bare chest pressed against his elicits a rake of fiery shivers all over my body. I’m already primed and ready for his big fat cock. I’m wet enough he could plunge inside me straightaway.
Ares gets rid of his boxers and nudges my entrance with the tip of his dick as he clasps my face in his large hands and devours my mouth. He pushes inside a little more, and I moan into his mouth as velvety-soft lips kiss my shoulder blade.
“Hmm,” Jase murmurs, dotting kisses up and down my neck as his hand moves to my hip. “This is my favorite way to wake up.”
Ares turns rigidly still. His dick pops out, and my needy pussy silently wails. His demanding lips retreat from mine as his eyes open and connect with Jase over my shoulder.
“Ares.” I touch his face, but I have already lost him.
Sliding out of bed, he pulls his boxers on, then shakes his head and drags his fingers through his hair. He looks at me with a penetrating lens. Lust comingles with a host of other emotions on his face before he spins around on his heels and takes off.
“Shit.”
“Sorry.” Amusement underscores Jase’s tone. “Was it something I said or something I did?”
I thump him in the arm. “You shouldn’t wind him up. You know his thoughts on sharing.”
Jase rolls on top of me, propping himself up by his elbows. He brushes his lips against mine in a feather-soft kiss I feel all the way to the tips of my toes. “Ares will never volunteer to share unless we start nudging him into it.”
“I won’t force him, and it’s too soon. The timing isn’t right.” I wrap my arms around Jase’s neck. “I don’t even know what we are.”
His brow puckers. “What do you mean?”
“We have fooled around and kissed a lot, but the only time we had sex was the night of the party, and there have been no discussions or labels or anything.”
Shock splays across his face. “Are you saying you haven’t been sleeping with him since you broke up with Chad?”
I shake my head. “It hasn’t been like that.” I chew on the corner of my mouth. “Ares took care of me, and he didn’t push me except for his usual outrageous flirting and dirty innuendos. He was actually really sweet.”
Jase’s brows climb to his hairline, and I get it. Ares would probably throw a hissy fit if he heard me refer to him assweet, but he was. He was incredibly sweet, and my heart swells with emotion recalling everything he did for me these past couple months. “He cooked all my meals and made sure I ate. He held me when I cried and sat through countless chick flicks to keep me company when I was in a pretty bad place.”
“Wow.” Jase rolls to his side, pulling me with him so we’re facing one another. “I never would’ve thought him capable. But I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way he has looked at you for a long time, Temptress.” He sweeps his thumb along my lower lip. “I think he’s in love with you, and he doesn’t have a fucking clue how to deal with it.”
I quirk a brow. “Really?”
He nods, looking thoughtful before he asks, “How do you feel about him?”
