“Hell yeah, you did,” Sean said. His hand slipped around me under my breast. “You were perfect.”
“More than perfect,” Jack mumbled, his breath ghosting over my forehead.
Sean’s fingers danced along my skin, creating new tingles. “Sleep now.”
The feel of them pressed around me was too good to give up, so I fought the pull of my body as long as I could, listening to their slowing heartbeats and enjoying the warmth of them against me.
Chapter 23
The Saturday After
Sean kissed my shoulder, straightening from the bed. He wore a shirt again.
“Are you leaving?” I asked, my breath ruffling Jack’s messy hair. At some point he’d rolled half on top of me, using my chest as a pillow, his arms wrapped around me and his hands tucked under my back. The tingling in my scalp told me I liked the way he held me.
“Yeah. Derrick asked for a check-in.” His eyes softened as he mentioned his husband.
I hadn’t forgotten he was married, but I hadn’t thought about it the night before. “Is he…”
“He knew I was doing this. We just need to touch base.” Sean studied Jack before his eyes returned to me. “Hang around here for a bit. Jack might freak out if we both try to sneak away. He’s never done anything like this before.”
“I haven’t either,” I reminded him.
“I know.” Sean’s gaze traced over my face. “Oh, before I forget.” He pulled my folded list of kinks out of his pocket. “This is yours to keep. You may want to relook at a few things, though. There was a certain sensitive spot on your body that makes me think a few more things should be marked ‘interested.’”
He moved over to the dresser, where my clothes were folded neatly on top. The last I remembered seeing them was inside out and flying over Jack’s shoulder. Sean tucked the folded papers into the back pocket of my jeans, winked at me, and left the bedroom.
I lifted the hand that wasn’t trapped by Jack’s hold on me, carding through Jack’s hair to his soft contented sound. Then I closed my eyes.
When I woke again, Jack was no longer lying on top of me. He sat close, wearing fully fastened jeans but no shirt, and his hair still poked out from all my tugging. His eyes were on me, and when I smiled, he smiled back, holding out a cup of coffee.
“With cream this time,” he said.
He must have moved me under the sheet because it covered me. I tucked it under my arms to keep my breasts hidden while I sat up, feeling weird being the only one naked now.
The coffee was still warm, so he couldn’t have been sitting there with it for too long. “What time is it?”
He reached for his own coffee sitting on the nightstand. “Almost noon,” he admitted. “How are you feeling?” His eyes searched mine, his hand tightening on his mug.
I waited, wondering what Iwasfeeling. My body was willing to snuggle down and sleep for another day. It wasn’t sore exactly, but it felt heavy and a little… messy, despite the washcloth. My mind was quiet, no embarrassment, no regrets, just a lingering giddiness of how great last night was. “I’m good.” I giggled, bringing up my coffee. “I’m really good, I think.”
His smile softened at the giggle. “That’s good. I’m feeling…” He relaxed back against the wall, crossing his ankles, holding his coffee cup. His brows drew together, as if he had to think about it, too.
“Good?” I guessed, laughing again when the lines crinkled near his eyes.
“There’s got to be a better word, but yeah. I’m really happy.” He shifted his mug to one hand, reaching out and stroking my cheek.
Not thinking, moving on instinct, I leaned forward, my face drawing close to his. I stopped myself before I kissed him, jerking back and nearly dumping the coffee all over his bed.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to.” The sheet had slipped, and I dragged it one-handed up to my breasts again.
Jack frowned, and he sat up straighter. “Didn’t mean to what? Want to kiss me?” His hand was back on my cheek, cupping it this time. “I want you to kiss me, Hailey.”
My breath caught. “But last time… I didn’t want to make it weird again.”
“The morning you slept over? I was the one making it weird.” Jack sighed, his hand drawing away. “I knew you had the hallpass thing, but you were with Neil. I didn’t want to kiss you if you still wanted to be with him.”
“But last night you didn’t kiss me either.” I hadn’t wanted to notice, but I had. Sean had kissed me. I still tingled at the way Sean had kissed me. Jack had his lips somewhere else, but they never touched mine.
