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“Not good enough,” I said grimly. “I want to do better, Joey. I want to do this right. I want to take you out, and charm you, and make you fall in love with the guy you met in Omaha. Do you think we could do that?”
“I don’t think so.”
My stomach twisted. “No, I guess that’s too much to ask.”
“I didn’t love that guy. He was cute and sexy,” Joey said, “but he was just a hookup. I can’t erase everything that’s happened between us. I don’t even want to. But I’d like to know that guy, too. I’d like to know all the sides of Kit Willis.”
“That sounds really good.”
I bent to kiss him again, and he dodged.
“But uh, maybe I could see the side of Kit Willis who showers and brushes his teeth?”
“Only if we shower together,” I said with an embarrassed laugh. “I’m not ready to let you go.”
CHAPTER 31
JOEY
Kit led me to Dakota’s bathroom—because his shower was tiny—and locked the door behind us. “No interruptions this time.”
My cheeks heated at the memory of being caught making out with Kit on the sofa. “Do you think Dakota will be back soon?”
“Nah, she just left,” Kit said, turning to the sink vanity to pick up a toothbrush and toothpaste. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
I relaxed. “Okay, good.”
He lifted his toothbrush, the bristles now covered in paste. “Get naked. I’ll join you as soon as my mouth is clean.”
I smirked. “Not too clean, I hope. I like your dirty mouth.”
Kit tried to pull him to me, and I dodged with a laugh, my heart lighter than it had been for days. It hadn’t been an easy decision to choose Kit when I was so conflicted. Then again, it had probably been the only decision I could ever make. As much as I wanted to be an improved, selfless version of myself, I loved him too much to give him up.
I pulled my hoodie over my head and tossed it aside, then peeled off the tank top I wore underneath it. Kit watched me in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, gaze roving over my chest and stomach. When his gaze dropped pointedly to my jeans, I popped the button and spread the material.
My cock was stiffening under his gaze, pushing out the fabric of my navy blue boxer briefs. I rubbed my hand over my shaft through the fabric.
Kit rinsed his mouth and then turned and dropped to his knees in front of me.
“It’s my turn to do whatever you want.”
He leaned in, pressing his cheek to my thigh. My pulse thudded in my cock.
“What if I want to please you?” I asked.
He looked up, blue-green eyes bright in his flushed face. I loved the way Kit’s skin so easily reddened during sex. It was easy to see just how much I affected him.
“Maybe we can please each other,” he said.
“Yeah,” I murmured, heart beating hard. “That sounds good.”
He raised his hands to my waistband. “Can I?”
I nodded. My throat was tight, making it hard to speak. Kit and I had done this all before, but the roles we’d stepped into—Kit the aggressor, me the submissive, obedient one—were cast into the wind.
This was different.
He tugged my jeans down to my thighs, then peeled down my boxer briefs too, revealing my cock, now fully hard. He took me into his mouth, just the tip at first, before gradually working me deeper.
