I sure fucking hope so. “Rhett cornered me in Boston. We had a drink together.”
He pulls away from me and sits up. I’ve got the dim lamp on. Wanted to see his face. The shock is only momentary as he does calculations in his head that show plain on his face.
“Yeah, makes sense. Knew you’d been acting different.” He settles into me again. Huh. That went better than I thought. “Did he threaten you life and limb?”
“Worse. He gave me permission to be with you. Apparently, we expire at the end of the season.”
As if I need Rhett’s fucking permission.
“Fucking Rhett. I may have given him that impression, but it’s only because he’s hard to say no to. I don’t mean that how it sounded it’s … ugh.” He toys with my belly button. “I mean he doesn’t believe my no. Okay, that sounds worse.”
I run my fingers over his jaw and through his hair. I plant a kiss. “He has you followed. He said you’d find it hot.”
I smile against Jack’s lips because it’s funnier than it should be.
“Of course, he does. Fucking, ass.”
Nothing surprises him about Rhett’s insane actions. “Wait,doyou think it’s hot?”
He waggles his brows. “Kinda? C’mon, you know I love the villain.”
Even I know a little assholery doesn’t make me the villain. I don’t have the money to send the cast of Spy Kids around after him. What’s he see in me? “Well then, I’ll tie you up with a bow for him at the end of the season.”
“I’m not going with him at the end of the season, Merc. I made a decision. I’m getting drafted if it’s the last thing I do. Now I’ve got the means to do it with or without Rhett’s scout from New York.”
“Me?”
“Yep, my secret weapon. You keep me on track. I’m faster than ever. My stats are already improving. It’s gonna happen and he won’t want me.” The hand that was toying with my belly button makes it to my cock. “And even if I don’t make the draft, I’m still not going with him.”
“Best thing I’ve ever heard you say. Why not?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving Rhett.” I don’t like that as much. “But I’ve changed and so has the way I love him. He’s missing something. Can’t put my finger on what. He just hits differently than he used to. He’s not the one for me anymore.”
Jack squeezes me.
“You’re staying the night,” I tell him. He melts into me. “Do I need to cuff you to me?”
He took off the last time he was here.
“No, but, uh, Merc? I need you to stick your cock in me.”
Thank fuck because it’s throbbing hotly between us. I’m overcome with the urge to eat him. My feast starts at his neck.
“Wait.”
I growl—a legit growl.
He laughs. “Just one more thing. Was this whole Rhett thing bothering you that much? I’m sorry if it did. I wish you’d talked to me about it sooner, but I understand why you didn’t.”
Okay, talking about Rhett in bed was a mistake. I don’t want him in bed with us anymore. I continue to kiss down his neck while he trembles in anticipation. “Of course it bothered me, Jack, but it wasn’t my place to comment before.”
“Is it now?”
“Is it?” He’s calling the shots on this one. I won’t have anyone saying I forced him to be with me. It’ll also keep the alpha beast inside me, the one that just wants to claim him in every way possible, at bay. At least a little. There needs to be a barrier, or I really will cuff him to me.
“It is. I want you to tell me if you’re bothered, Merc. I dunno know what level of situationship this is, but we’ve graduated a level and I’m acknowledging that.”
“Perfect, and I’m acknowledging it by kicking Rhett the fuck outta bed with us.”
