I cracked one eye open.
Faye was sprawled partly on top of me, her cheek resting over my heart and one leg thrown across my waist. Her hair was tangled, and a faint hickey was developing along her collarbone where my mouth had definitely been at one point.
Jase lay on her other side, one arm slung over her, with his fingers curled against her torso. His face was turned toward us on the pillow with his lips parted, and his dark hair was an absolute mess.
My stomach did the same sort of flip I’d noticed on more than one occasion recently when it came to him. I knew therewas no pretending last night hadn’t happened. No “maybe I imagined it” loophole.
I’d kissed my stepbrother.
He’d kissed me back, and I’d liked it—a lot.
But it didn’t stop there.
While it was still hard to believe I’d actually had his dick in my mouth, it felt like that moment had been building under the surface for a while, and had finally broken through. At least for me. And last night proved what I’d been ignoring for a while. Whatever was happening with Faye wasn’t just between her and me, or her and Jase. A connection ran between me and him too.
Not as friends or brothers but as something more.
I wanted to talk to him about it. Ask him what all of that meant for him, if it made him freak out, or if he’d been feeling anything like what I’d been dealing with for months. But the thought of saying, “So, I sucked your dick last night. How are you feeling, champ?” while we only had a couple of days of vacation left made my stomach knot.
If he was embarrassed, or if he regretted it, I’d rather not ruin the rest of our vacation with Faye.
We could deal with the “what the fuck are we” part later, back in Portland or wherever baseball sent us. At that moment, on that island, I just wanted to relax and enjoy the last days we had left together.
Faye’s lashes fluttered open. She squinted up at me, then gave me a lazy smile.
I kept my arm around her. “Good morning, Princess.”
“Morning.” Her voice was rough with sleep. She turned her head toward her other side. “J, you up?”
He made a grumbling sound that came out as “mmph.”
“Real eloquent,” I teased.
His eyes finally opened. He blinked at us, focusing slowly, then gave Faye a soft smile and me a look I had no idea what it meant.
“Hey,” he rasped. “Everybody alive?”
“Barely.” Faye snuggled closer between us. “I feel like I ran a marathon.”
I kissed the top of her head. “You definitely earned a gold medal.”
Color rose in her cheeks. God, I loved that after everything we’d done together, we could still make her blush.
“Breakfast?” Jase asked. “I need coffee, stat.”
“Yes, please,” Faye replied.
I snorted. “Guess that means you’re not offering to cook?”
She poked my side. “You thought the fire at the restaurant in LA was bad? You don’t want to see me in the kitchen.”
Jase stretched, the sheet sliding dangerously low on his hips before he rolled off the bed and grabbed his shorts from the floor. I tried very hard not to follow the muscular lines of his back down to his ass, but I failed.
Yup. Definitely still want my stepbrother.
He caught me looking, his eyes moving to mine before he yanked on his shorts. Something flickered between us. It wasn’t bad, necessarily, but maybe a bit awkward.
I broke the moment by sitting up. “All right, Matthewson. You make coffee. I’ll handle eggs. Princess, you’re on toast duty.”
