Page 72 of Their Wicked Ways
“Do you mind if I change?” Jett asked, lifting the bag he was holding. “I’m soaked, and I don’t think you want me chillingin my work gear.” He made a face and dropped the bag so it bounced against his leg. “Kinda wish I knew I’d be going somewhere. I brought my laundry day jeans. Not exactly comfy.”
“Do you want to borrow something?” I asked. “We’ve got sweats and stuff that will fit you.”
“You don’t mind?” He chewed on the corner of his lip.
“Not at all. That’s one of the bonuses of having a boyfriend. Double the wardrobe choices.”
“Yeah, and what’s another bonus?” he asked with a smirk.
Ez motioned for him to follow us into the bedroom. “Dicks, obviously.”
Jett snickered. “I’d have to agree. Dicks are fun.”
“Do you want to take a shower or anything?” I asked as Ez went to his drawers and dug around for a spare set of clothes.
“You don’t mind?”
“Nope. I wouldn’t have offered if we did,” I said gently.
“Yeah, I’m bad for that.” He chuckled, but it was hollow. “I’m so used to people offering stuff but not expecting you to take them up on it, so I ask out of habit.”
“Why would someone offer something but not want the other person to take them up on it?” Ez handed Jett a bundle of clothes.
“To be polite.” He ran his hand over the folded hoodie on the top of the pile.
“We never offer anything we don’t mean,” Ez said seriously. “You don’t have to worry about those head games with us.”
Jett peered up at Ez through his lashes.
Jesus. How could he go from looking so lost and vulnerable one moment to sweet and submissive the next?
“How about you go take a shower and get changed, then we’ll do the same?” Ez asked, his tone soft and encouraging.
Jett nodded, a smile tilting his lips. “Thanks.” He looked around. “The bathroom is…”
“Next door.” Ez motioned to the far wall. “There.”
“Thanks.” He looked between us, but instead of saying anything, he scurried out of the room, clutching the clothes to his chest like a shield.
Wordlessly, Ez and I changed out of our work gear and into sweats and tees.
My mind raced with thoughts, most of them having to do with the fact that Jett was naked in our shower.
“What are you thinking about?”
Ez’s teasing voice knocked me out of my musings.
“Huh?” I blinked at him to clear my head.
He glanced at the bulge in my sweats. “Just wondering who inspired that.”
I pressed the heel of my hand against my dick. The last thing I needed was to pop wood when Jett was already so skittish around us. “I’ll give you three guesses.”
His smirk intensified as he stepped closer to me. “You wanna do something about it?”
My cock pulsed at both his words and the hot look he was giving me.
It didn’t matter how many years we’d been together or how many times he looked at me like that; it never failed to make my knees weak and my body tighten.