closed, his lips slightly parted.
“I didn’t say anything to anyone.” I spoke softly as I unzipped his jeans. “But I was old enough to know, you know? You were a guy, but Kairo and Saint both liked guys, so I didn’t feel weird about that. And I’d seen Mason with his girlfriend, holding her hand or hugging her, and that was what I wanted to do with you. Does that sound stupid?” I smoothed my hand over the bulge in his jeans again.
He shook his head. “Not to me.” Then he laughed. “I mean I was pretty irresistible, even then.”
“And now?” I worked my hand into his pants and touched the soft, heated skin of his cock.
He grimaced a little and gasped as he squirmed under my touch. His fingers clutched my scalp. “Might still be riding that irresistible wave.”
“I basically gawked at you that whole summer. Well, forever after, really.” But my concentration was on his body and the way it reacted to me rather than being on my words. “In my head, you were incredible.” My crush had consumed most of my teenage years.
“And now?” He shifted against me again.
“Oh.” I removed my hand and threw my leg over him, straddling his lap. “Absolutely still incredible.”
He clutched my head and pulled me in for a passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he devoured me. When he pulled back, he grinned at me. “So, I was the one who showed you that you belonged on team dick?”
I nodded. “I guess so.”
“Well, that is very flattering.”
“Only flattering?” I pretended to tickle him but drew his T-shirt over his abs, granting me access to the beautiful ridges of muscle as I kissed him again. I panted harshly against his mouth and began to rock against him, grinding my cock against his, but he drew back, and his gaze was serious.
“I actually am flattered. But I’m also glad. Because your teeny tiny crush—” He motioned with his fingers “—kept me on your mind, even when I had to stop coming around.” He pushed his hips upwards, pressing us against each other again. “And now I’m back, and I…” He hesitated and swallowed as if he suddenly wasn’t sure. “I hope you want to keep me.”
My heart rate picked up and my pulse thundered in my ears at the idea I could keep Nico forever. I absolutely would, if that was where he wanted to be, by my side. I cupped his face and looked so deep into his eyes I thought I might drown. But I didn’t speak.
Instead, I leaned towards him and covered his mouth with mine, making a promise with my soul.
18
Nico
We were immersed in a case early on Monday morning when Saint stuck his head around the door.
“Knock, knock.” He grinned as I raised a brow at his usual greeting. “Did you two spend the weekend here, or what? How early did you arrive to look so industrious already?” He eased himself into the room and pressed the door closed then stood with his back to it.
At moments like these, I wished for a switch to frost the glass like Jamie had for his bedroom wall. It seemed too much trouble to wait for the blinds to slide into place.
“Are we in trouble with the principal?” I kept my tone light, but something about Saint’s stance seemed stiff and formal. As his business partner, I’d have preferred to have this conversation privately, away from Jamie.
“Not at all. And I’m not sure I can pull rank over my co-principal, anyway.” His smile seemed more natural. “But I did think we should all have a chat before the work week starts.”
I tilted my head as I looked at him. “About?” I sounded way more suspicious than I’d intended to.
Exasperation flickered across Saint’s face. “I had hoped not to have to spell it out for you, Nic.”
“I think I get it. There won’t be a problem.” Jamie rushed his words, reassuring his brother, almost seeming desperate to appease him.
“I kind of think I might like to have it spelled out.” I leaned back in my seat and smirked at the wash of horror that replaced Saint’s frustration.
“And I think Jamie would rather not hear me discuss his sex life, and I’d rather not have to.” He grinned. “But if I have to mention the two of you fuc—”
“Oh my God!” Jamie covered his ears and closed his eyes.
“You don’t.” I gestured for Saint to stop talking. “I think I