“Yeah, alright. Just us, okay? Leave your shadow.”
“I’ve been relegated to a shadow, have I?” An arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against a hard body. “I don’t know if I should be offended.”
“Be offended.” Ryker smirked at Jay. “Nah, you can come if you want.”
“Thanks, but I told Anton I’d go to look at cars with him. There’s some supercar event near Oxford.”
My mouth fell open. My boyfriend and former fiancé were spending time together? Really?
I twisted around to look up at Jay. “You’re going to hang out with Anton? You? On your own? Voluntarily?”
He shrugged, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in my surprise. “Yeah. I dunno, I felt bad after everything that happened, and…I realised I’d never really given him a proper chance.”
“Because you were a jealous fucker,” Ryker interjected.
“Whatever. My point is, he has three cars…I think…and he’s looking to add to his collection. I saw an online ad for the event, so I thought it might be a good way to extend an olive branch.”
I shook my head. “Bloody hell. I can’t believe this.”
“Me neither. I’m honestly not sure if we’ll get through it without bloodshed, but it’s worth a try, right? Team bonding, and all that.”
Ryker snorted. “Better brush up on your non-existent supercar knowledge if you want to find some common ground.”
“I’m fucked, aren’t I?” My boyfriend groaned dramatically. “I don’t know about any of that shit. What possessed me to suggest it?”
“Well, I think it’s a good idea.” I pressed a kiss to his jaw. “If it all goes south, you can come and join me and Ry for some sparring.”
“Or you could help me work out my tension another way?—”
“Hard limit.” My brother held up his hands. “I’m out of here. See ya later.”
When he was gone, Jay trailed his nose up the side of my throat, his breath hot on my skin. “Speaking of getting out of here…let’s go. I’ve been waiting too long to get you alone.”
“Fuck, princess.” Sprawling back on his sheets, Jay lazily stroked his thick cock as his hot gaze dragged over my body. Precum glistened under the low light, and my mouth watered. He groaned. “Look at you.”
“You like it?”
“When I said I wanted you in nothing but my jersey… My imagination was so fucking lacking compared to the real thing. Come here.” He crooked a finger at me. “I want you on top of me.”
I want you on top of me.
Those words were like a direct line to my pussy, a hot throb that made me instantly wet. I moved immediately. The soles of my feet sunk into the plush carpet as I crossed his bedroom, holding his gaze and watching the way his pupils dilated as he tracked my movements. The hem of his hockey jersey skimmed my thighs, brushing against my skin as I drew closer. It was covering everything important, but I was wearing nothing underneath, and I knew we both shared the anticipation.
“Come here,” he said again, his voice rough. He reached out, his hand curling around my hip and pulling me forwards. I went with no protest, climbing onto the bed and straddling his thighs. His palms slid beneath the fabric of his jersey, over my bare skin, a hot and delicious friction I wanted more of. I sucked in a breath, and his lips kicked up. “You going to stay in this? Or should we take it off?”
My head tilted back as my hips arched forwards, grinding against his thick erection. “Jay.Fuck. You were the one who wanted me to wear your jersey.”
“Mmm. I did.” Sitting up, he pressed his lips to my collarbone and then my throat before he gripped the hem of his jersey and lifted it over my head, throwing it to the floor. “You look so fucking good in it, and just so you know, we’ll be revisiting this again. And again.”
I could feel my cheeks flush. “Oh?”
“Nova. You’re sexy as fuck. I just wanna see you naked right now. As good as you look in my jersey, you look even better without it.”
My breath caught in my throat. I was already soaked, sliding over his hard cock so easily as I rolled my hips. “Jay. I need?—”
“Yeah.” His hands gripped my hips, stilling them. “I know what you need.”
Oh,fuck. “Jay.”
