Chapter Five #2
“Hell, no. Fuck that shit,” Jet growled, stopping the flow of my words with a rough kiss.
“You think you’re gonna see someone else?
No one else gets to have you but me.” He traced my lips with a finger, and I sucked it into my mouth.
“Oh, baby, you better stop because I’m gonna want another round, and this being your first time, I know you’ve gotta be hurting. ”
Damn. Possessive, tough-as-nails Jet was sexy as fuck, and though my ass was sore, I wouldn’t have said no to doing it again. I’d played injured before.
“It does,” I admitted. “But if we clean up and rest a little, you can show me how to give you head the way you like it.”
Heat flared in his eyes. “You’re a dream come true. I’ll get the shower started.”
Getting out of bed took some effort, and walking bothered me more than I thought, but I wouldn’t have traded any of it for the world. I was alive and where I belonged. Jet drew me close and I splayed my hands on his chest, tweaking the pointy nipples. He grunted.
“Does that feel good?” I was surprised when he nodded. “I never thought about it.”
Jet bent his head, took the tip of one of mine between his teeth, and gave it a nip. I jumped, heat shooting up through my balls.
“Damn. Okay, I was fucking wrong.”
He chuckled, and I turned off the water.
“How about some coffee and a snack?” he asked. “I didn’t have a chance to tell you, but they gave me three days off because of the shooting, so…” A wicked grin tipped up his lips, and he waggled his brows.
“Sounds great. I still have lemon bars left and some muffins.”
“I do love me some muffins.” He pinched my ass.
“Okay, stud muffin. You get first dibs.”
We dried off, and Jet threw on sweats. I moved slowly, and his smile faded.
“Shit, it really hurts, huh? I’m sorry. Between your accident and now this, I should’ve been more careful.”
“That’s okay. It was totally worth it.” I slipped on my briefs and winced. “But you can kiss it and make it better.”
Jet’s eyes blew wide. “Yeah? You want me to rim you?”
“Huh? What’s that?”
His face softened. “No worries, baby. I’ll show you. And I guarantee you’ll like it. It definitely won’t hurt. I’ll go get the coffee started.”
From the lusty expression on his face, I assumed it would be something we’d be trying sooner rather than later, and I was all for it. Anything to broaden my horizons. I knew Jet had experience, and I didn’t want him to find me lacking.
I felt something wet on my briefs, and I pulled them down and saw a little blood.
I looked in the medicine cabinet for some salve but couldn’t find any.
I didn’t want it to get any worse, so I washed myself again and waited a bit.
When I didn’t see any more staining, I decided it must’ve been a scratch and finished getting dressed.
The bruising on my chest had faded to a pale yellowish green, and my nose had healed, although my perfect profile now skewed slightly to the left.
If I cared, I could get plastic surgery to take care of it, but injuries were a risk we all took playing sports.
“Hey, stud muffin, do you have any—” I stopped dead in my tracks. Emerson sat sprawled on the couch, a mug of coffee in hand. A snicker escaped him, and Jet turned bright red.
“Stud muffin, huh? I’m never gonna let you live that down. How’re you feeling, Harte?”
“Okay. Much better.”
“I’ll bet. Jet’s been taking good care of you?” His smirk grew broader, and I might’ve died a little inside.
“Y-yeah, he’s been a great host. I’ll let you two talk. I’m really sorry about what happened today, but you’re a hero in my eyes. If you hadn’t done what you did, we might be planning a funeral today.”
Emerson’s bright eyes turned flat. “I guess. I just never thought I’d ever have to kill someone. One minute he was alive, the next he was gone.” He hung his head. “I can’t stop thinking maybe I should’ve done something else.”
“I doubt it. Those are the split-second decisions you have to make that can go two ways, and luckily, yours went the right way for you and Jet.”
Emerson sipped his coffee. “I didn’t mean to bust up your day. I just couldn’t sit home alone. I should’ve realized you’d be—”
“Be what?” Puzzled, I looked to Jet. “We were going to have a snack. I’ve got stuff from Dolly’s if you want. Muffins, bagels…”
“Nah, I should get goin’.”
I knew Jet was torn between wanting to help Emerson and wanting us to be together. I could be a selfish prick and show Emerson the door, but that wasn’t me. And I knew without being told, that wasn’t Jet either.
“No. You belong here with your best friend and partner. No one else knows what you’re going through. I can hang out in the bedroom.”
Emerson’s gaze shifted to Jet, whose relieved expression let me know I’d made the right move. We were in tune not only in the bedroom, but everywhere else.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jet told me. “We’re not saying anything you can’t listen to. Can I talk to you for a second? Em, we’ll be right back.”
“Yeah, sure.” He closed his eyes, and my heart went out to him. That brash cockiness I’d gotten a glimpse of was gone.
I joined Jet in the kitchen. “What’s the matter? I said I could make myself scarce. Do you want me to go home? To my house? I can do that, too—”
“Will you be quiet for a minute? That’s not what I wanted at all.”
“What is it, then?”
“Before everything happened last night, I told Emerson I was bisexual.”
My heart stuttered, and my stomach nosedived. “Did you—”
“No. He was totally cool with it, and I didn’t say anything about us. But if we—if you decide you’re ready to come out, I want him to be the first person I tell about our relationship.”
I understood, but I wasn’t ready. Not yet.
“Okay. But can we hold off a bit?” I hoped he understood it wasn’t about him. Or us. It was me. “I’m still figuring everything out and don’t want to have to think about explaining us to him.”
“Whatever you want. As long as you aren’t running away.”
“The only running I’m doing is toward you.”