Bittersweet (Redemption #3) - Jessica Prince Page 0,90
you here instead of talking to your sister?”
“I’m here ’cause the only way I know to show Shane I’m serious is by fixin’ shit with you. I came here because I wanted to apologize.”
I could have dragged this whole thing out longer, held his behavior over his head just for the hell of it, but that wouldn’t have helped our situation, and I wanted Shane happy. Truly and completely happy. “We’re good man. I get why you were being protective, but you gotta know, I’m not gonna fuck this up again. I love your sister. She and Brantley are the most important things in my world. They’re all that matters, and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure they know that. You have my word.”
He pulled in a deep breath and let it out while nodding his head. “Guess that’s all I can ask for. I’m gonna hold you to that.”
The corners of my mouth lifted up slightly. “Wouldn’t expect anything less. So, we’re good?”
“All good, man.” With that settled he looked around my office for the first time. “Sweet setup you got here.”
“Thanks. The crew actually found a box full of moonshine hidden in the floorboards when they were demoing. Probably tastes like battery acid and’ll burn away our stomach lining, but if you want, we can crack open one of the jars to commemorate the moment.”
“Never been one to turn down free booze and I’m not about to start now.”
I grabbed one of the jars and poured us each a shot. Sure enough, it tasted like what I imagined the fiery pits of hell would taste like, but Stone and I were good, so as soon as I stopped hallucinating that the walls were melting, I was going to consider that a win.
Shane
“Oh God,” I moaned, throwing my head back against Jensen’s shoulder and closing my eyes as he plowed into me, driving his thick cock deep with every thrust.
“Eyes open,” Jensen grunted, slamming into me harder and making me cry out. “Want you to watch as you take my cock. Christ, sunshine, look how wet you are.”
I peeled my eyes open as far as they would go and looked into the mirror in front of us. Sure enough, Jensen’s thick length was slick and shiny with my arousal, and the sight of him pumping in and out of me drove me insane.
I’d been surprised when Brantley and I had pulled up in front of Jensen’s house earlier for our first family overnight. The place was newish and big. Most of the rooms were still lacking furniture, but what he did have was really nice.
In spite of having a huge, state-of-the-art kitchen, my man couldn’t cook to save his life, so he’d ordered takeout from my favorite Mexican restaurant, and we’d eaten together at the island bar—since one of the things he was still lacking was a dining table.
It had been one of the best nights of my life, hands down. He’d given us a quick tour of the house, and the more I saw the more I loved the place. After an incredible meal, we all curled up on his gigantic, squishy sectional and watched a movie on what had to have been the biggest TV I’d ever seen.
Brantley crashed out before the end, so I trailed behind Jensen as he carried him to bed. One of the rooms that had been completed was Brantley’s, and when I got my first look at it, I nearly swooned and melted into a puddle on his polished hardwood floors.
My boy had been in heaven. He had his own bunk beds, set up so that the top bunk was perpendicular to the bottom one, creating a cool little fort area where Jensen had set up an Avengers themed tent. The room was completely furnished and decorated with all of Brantley’s favorite things.
Once we were sure he was down for the night, Jensen had taken my hand and led me to his room at the other end of the house. One of the big bonuses for me was that he had his own en suite. I’d never actually lived anywhere where my bedroom and bathroom were connected, so I was really looking forward to taking advantage of that convenience on the nights we stayed here. There was a big walk-in shower and separate clawfoot tub that looked big enough for two people: two things I’d always fantasized about having when I was younger.