Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I kissed him again, happy to lose myself in him, his body, his fucking undimmable light.
We kissed and touched each other like teenagers, grinding our cocks together and feeling each other up without going any further. As if we had an unspoken agreement to make it last as long as possible.
By the time I was ready for more, Jett’s neck was streaked with red, his heaving chest and audible breaths the best rewards for my efforts.
“You’re killing me,” he murmured. “Please.”
I reached down to shuttle a hand over his cock. Our clothes were long gone, and all of his bare skin was irresistible. I thought back to the first time he’d blown me in my kitchen, when I’d thought of him as an easy mouth.
Liar. You never thought of him that way.
Jett’s face tightened with desire so strong I had to close my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His lips brushed my ear. “Then why aren’t you lookin’ at me, Johnny?”
If I opened my eyes, saw the affectionate, open look on his face, it would change everything. I knew it as well as I knew my own name. My family legacy.
The Paxis code.
“Can’t,” I said, giving him a lazy smile instead.
The low sound of his laugh moved through me as his mouth continued teasing me. “Liar,” he breathed against my skin.
Every part of me was engaged and wanting. It wasn’t just my skin itching for his. My cock thickening for him. But also my chest pulled tight with need. My gut twisted up in him.
“Jethro,” I murmured.
“I like it when you call me that,” he said.
“It’s your name,” I said, knowing maybe it wasn’t. From that very first night at the Candy Bar, he’d introduced himself as Jett, as if Jethro was a fake name he’d put on his employee paperwork and then forgotten about.
Could that be it? Could that be the reason so many details about him didn’t add up?
“Mm.”
I opened my eyes to look at him. “Tell me.”
His smile was strangely off. If I hadn’t been so aware of him, I might not have noticed.
“Baby,” I said, feeling the truth of it. The plea and the cracked-open chest of it.
He tucked his face into my neck. “Yes. That. Definitely that.”
I moved through the motions of loving him like I was two people. One handled the physical side. Lube, stretching, sucking his cock until his eyes rolled back in his head and he was begging me to get inside him.
The other made sure he was turned on, out of his mind with pleasure. Protected. Adored. Safe and satisfied.
His body squeezed hotly around my cock as I thrust into him from above. His knees bent up toward his shoulders, his toes already curling.
“So fucking sexy,” I couldn’t help but say. “So hot. Such a good boy for me.”
Jett’s cheeks were flushed and eyes glassy. “Want to make you feel good.”
He was transparent as glass, and in that moment, I realized I didn’t need to know his real name to know who he was.
And who he was to me.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered into his sweaty temple when I couldn’t hold back any longer and my body pounded into his.
“Oh god,” he whimpered. “Fuck. I can’t… oh fuck!”
His release was intense, overwhelming both of us and sending my brain and body flying.
By the time we recovered, I was cum-drunk and not in my right mind.
And maybe I wanted to be real with him for a minute. Connect with him in a way that might help him understand why I was the way I was.
Which was my only excuse for what I said a little while later.
“Santi’s right. The game isn’t just a game,” I said into the darkness, after we’d cleaned up and returned to the bed. Jett’s head rested on my shoulder, and I was drawing lazy shapes with my fingers up and down his arm.
I couldn’t tell him everything. But I could give him this.
“We use it to communicate things that can’t be said aloud or written down. Each move carries meaning beyond the board.”
He blew out a long breath. “Okay,” he said softly. “That’s what I thought.”
I moved my hand into his hair. “Please forget I told you that. Santi should never have brought it up, but since he did… I just… don’t want to keep secrets from you.”
The silence stretched.
“Santi didn’t say anything.”
I shifted until I could see his face in the dim light from the edges of the shutters. “What do you mean? You said he told you—”
“I lied.”
28
JETT
If Locke was going to make a confession, then I was, too. Because this wasn’t just sex for me, and I was beginning to realize it wasn’t for him either.
The angles of his face in the shadows carried the usual tension, something that had returned after I’d softened them earlier with pleasure.