“Nothing.” She smiles down at the little towhead. He, too, got his father’s coloring, but his mommy’s dark blue eyes.
“So . . . speaking of men, do you think you can get Malia to babysit overnight next weekend?” I decide now is as good a time as any to change the subject.
London snaps her head up. “I’m sure I can, why?”
I smile, unable to hide my excitement. “Kayne said yes.”
Her eyes widen to the size of satellites. “You got him to agree?”
“Yes!” The rock in the pit of my stomach does a summersault. “Do you suddenly have a problem with me sleeping with your husband?”
London and I have talked about this. Extensively. She knows how much I want to be with both Kayne and Jett and has been nothing but supportive.
“No.” She tiptoes away from Beckett quietly and directs me back to the kitchen. “I slept with your husband. It’s only fair. Just be prepared. I’ve been the filling in that alpha sandwich.”
“I know.” I pout. “And I’m tired of living vicariously through you.”
“Apparently, you won’t have to much longer.”
WE WATCH AS THE LASTbits of daylight fade away, casting a grayish-blue hue on the ocean and mountainous landscape. Jett, London, Kayne, and I have just finished a dinner on the lanai of grilled steak, mashed potatoes, and sautéed asparagus. I swallow the last of my wine before I start clearing the table.
“Do you want some help, Ellie?” London asks, moving to stand.
“I’m fine.” I motion for her to sit. “You clean up twenty-four hours a day.”
“That isn’t a lie.” She smiles as she sinks back into her chair. I pile the plates and bring them into the kitchen as Kayne scrubs the grill and Jett irritates him by pointing out all the spots he missed. I laugh to myself while rinsing the dishes, highly amused by the three people I love in each their own way. After loading the dishwasher, I jump when I feel Jett standing behind me.
“Jesus!”
“Nope, just Jett.” He grins. I swear he and Kayne can be silent as shadows when they want to be. “Silverware?” He holds up a handful of forks and knives.
“Just stick them in the sink,” I instruct as I head to the refrigerator. I hear the metal clink behind me.
“Any dessert?” Jett asks, curiously. When he and London come over, I always know to have dessert. He has one wicked sweet tooth.
“Of course.” I pull out a cake from the fridge. “Red velvet.”
I place it on the counter in front of him and remove theSaran Wrap. I then swipe my finger in the icing and hold it up to him. “The cream cheese frosting is even homemade, especially for you.”
Jett stares down at my finger, a small little smirk playing on his lips. “You know it’s not nice to tease me, Ellie.”
I step closer to him. “Who’s teasing?”
Jett’s mouth falls slightly open. It’s not often he’s surprised, but when he is, it’s a classic moment. I watch closely as he glances outside to see Kayne’s reaction. He’s just standing casually next to London, the two of them voyeurs to our little show. He nods at Jett, as if giving him the okay.
“You sure about this?” Jett asks, bringing his attention back to me, his turquoise eyes now wild and alight.
“Yes,” I answer confidently.
“You know once we start, there’s no stopping.” Jett wraps one of his hands around mine, bringing my frosting covered finger to his lips. “Are you ready for that?”
I swallow thickly, staring directly into Jett’s eyes. I nod, the heat coming on faster than I anticipated.
“You’re blushing, sweet thing.” Jett slips my finger into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the tip. My knees go weak. “Answer me, Ellie,” Jett urges. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “I know exactly who I belong to.”
Jett smirks fiendishly. “After tonight, you may reconsider that.”
