I narrow my eyes at him. If I had to guess, I’d say Jed Stone Jr. is jealous over me right now. But that doesn’t make sense. I’m no one to get jealous over.
“I don’t know,” I say slowly. “Isn’t that against bro-code? You don’t fuck your best friend’s brother.”
“Technically, you shouldn’t have sex with your teammate either.”
He’s got me there. But that’s where the difference lies. Frankie’s not worth the risk of breaking any of those rules. Jed, though…
“Some people are worth the risk,” I say. And maybe it’s too forward to admit this, but when have I ever held back? “You’re worth it. I’m a little afraid of how far I’d go just to be with you again.”
His curse slices through the car. “You’re killing me, Sunshine.”
I think I might be. His fists are balled in his lap, and even in jeans, I can tell his thighs are clenched tight.
“Would you…if there were no barriers, I mean. Would you want to go there again?”
A short laugh bursts from him, and I jump at the abrupt sound. “Are you serious, Shane? It’s been taking every ounce of control I havenotto go there again. And that’s with a million reasons why I shouldn’t constantly circling through my mind. Compelling reasons.”
His head falls back, and his eyes slip shut, a pained grimace on his face. The lights reflect off his neck, stretched back, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m finding it very hard to care about them.” His whisper floats around us.
I draw it in. That’s all the encouragement I need. I lean over the center console and press a soft kiss to that tempting skin. He startles at first, but one more kiss, and he melts into his seat with a shaky exhale.
I work my way to the hinge of his jaw, scrape my teeth lightly over it. A soft sound rumbles from deep in his throat. I gently rub my cheek against his rough stubble, and myeyes flutter shut as goosebumps roll over my skin. My forehead drops, my mouth hovering just below his ear. And I breathe. God, he smells so fucking good. The scent of his aftershave is so strong here. Cloves and cinnamon. Damnit. He smells like fall. I love fall. Fall lumberjack. I think I’d like to see him in flannel.
I settle a hand on his chest. A chest that’s rising and falling like waves after a storm. I brush my nose along his jawline and pull back. And wait. He still hasn’t moved. His knuckles are white, his fists clenched tight. My insides somehow pull even tighter. It’s like they’re being put through a compactor. I put what I want on the table. His move now.
Slowly, he turns to me, dark eyes smoldering with something so damn heady. They swallow me. They say everything.
Admit everything.
We move at the same time.
Our mouths crash together. Hard. Fast. The minute his strong tongue glides against mine, a moan tears from me. I kiss him harder, snaking a hand around him and diving into his soft hair. He fists my shirt, and the fabric stretches tight over my skin, pulling me toward him. Constricting. Demanding. Like I’m his to do what he wants with.
My dick jerks. Hell fucking yes, I like the thought of that. I need more. I’m so eager, I’ve got one knee on my seat and am practically in his lap. I wriggle to get closer—and lose my balance. My yelp is muffled by our mouths just before the world tilts. Strong hands somehow catch me before my head slams into his window. I groan and let my temple thunk softly against the door. Now his console is pressing uncomfortably into my side, and I’m bending in all the wrong ways.
An amused grin tries to break loose on his face. He glances over his shoulder. “Ah… The backseat isn’t the biggest, but?—”
“Meet you back there!”
There is literally nothing getting in my way of hooking up with Jed again. I push off his lap and somehow manage to scramble through the front row seats and flop onto the bench row. A moment later, Jed slides in next to me—having used the door like a normal adult. I survey our space quickly, and yeah, there’s not much to work with here. And jeans don’t make this any easier. But I can make do. I will.
I shove and pull at him until he’s leaning against the door, one leg stretched out along the bench, the other planted on the floor. He’s spread open for me, wide fucking open. His steely eyes glimmer beneath heavy lids, an amused curve to his lips. Laughter and lust. It’s a really good look for him.
I lick my lips, then swallow thickly. “Undo your jeans, JJ.”
He doesn’t say anything. Just watches, his hand inching toward his waistband. So close.
The teeth of the zipper scrape through the silence.
My heartbeat pounds in my ears.
So close.
So close.
I help him shuffle them down as much as his position will allow. His dick presses insistently against his white boxers. It’s too dark, and I can’t see nearly enough. I punch the overhead light. It’s not terribly bright, but it’s e-fucking-nough. I whimper. I didn’t realize all the benefits of white underwear. Like the fact that I can see a hint of his cock through the thin fabric.
“I want,” I say huskily.
