Love-Blocked – Charity Parkerson Page 0,11

Kirill lifted his head to stare down at Jett, Kirill’s cheeks were flushed. His eyes hooded. Jett wondered if he was one wrong move away from getting fucked in public... or one right move, depending upon how he looked at things. “I stand corrected. Maybe you want me a little after all.” Even Kirill’s voice had the perfect amount of lust tinting it.

Jett took a step back, immediately feeling like he had cheated on someone who was no longer a part of his life. He couldn’t meet Kirill’s stare any longer. “Maybe I do.”

Kirill touched Jett’s jaw, forcing Jett to meet his gaze. “You have too much passion for such little self-reflection. Why has no one ever told you it’s okay to want more?”

Jett had no idea what any of that meant. Honestly, he just wanted to go home. He should have accepted Derreck’s guilt flowers. Likely, Derreck would never try again now. Jett swallowed past the pain that thought brought. He could admit the truth to himself as long as no one else knew. Derreck was the one for him. That was who Jett wanted to be with.

“Come on,” Kirill said, taking Jett’s hand. “It’s time to be heard.”

“What?”

Kirill ignored his question as Jett tried to keep up with Kirill’s clipped pace. He had no idea what was going on, but he had a bad feeling his life had been hijacked. All Jett could do now was hang on for the ride.

Derreck was silently dying on the inside. He watched the clock, counting every second that passed while Jett was out with someone else. While, logically, he realized Jett had probably been on a thousand dates in the past year, Derreck hadn’t been forced to know the exact moment it was happening. This was different. He wasn’t angry or jealous, per se. Derreck didn’t know what he was feeling, but he wanted to fucking leave here and be a part of whatever Jett was doing.

As if his longing conjured Jett, Derreck caught sight of Kirill making his way through the casino with Jett in tow. They were headed Derreck’s way. Derreck stood frozen. Jett was wide-eyed. Kirill looked determined. Derreck didn’t know if he was about to be in a fight or get fucked, because both things looked equally possible.

“Your office, now,” Kirill said as he passed, heading straight for Derreck’s office.

Jett shot him a panicked look and Derreck automatically followed, as if Jett held his heart tied on a tether. Damn. Jett looked sexy. Derreck couldn’t stop staring at Jett’s ass.

Inside Derreck’s office, Kirill shut the door and focused on Derreck. He motioned toward an empty chair. “Sit.”

Derreck sat. He couldn’t explain why his body kept following Kirill’s orders. Jett stood twisting his fingers as Kirill moved to stand at Derreck’s back.

Kirill’s hand slid across Derreck’s throat. Derreck let it happen and he didn’t know why. Kirill’s fingers dug into Derreck’s beard. He massaged. Derreck’s eyes tried closing in pleasure. It no longer mattered to his overwhelmed brain that Kirill shouldn’t be touching him like this.

“Damn, Jett is right. This beard is sexy as fuck.” Before Derreck could respond to that unexpected comment, Kirill’s fingers tightened around Derreck’s throat, forcing his gaze to stay locked on Jett. “Look at the boy and listen. Hear his truth. It’s well past the time he should’ve talked to you about losing you. Be seen, sexy,” Kirill tacked on, obviously talking to Jett.

Jett looked between them. He licked his lips, looking nervous. He shifted from foot to foot before finally focusing on Derreck. “It’s not your fault we broke up,” Jett said, making Derreck’s throat swell. He didn’t like the pain in Jett’s eyes. Jett moved to stand between Derreck’s knees. His hands slid across Derreck’s shoulders, as if he couldn’t stand not touching Derreck. His gaze never wavered from holding Derreck’s stare. “Antonio is your best friend. It was just a kiss. I was a fucked-up mess and needed help. That kiss did not break us. I did.”

Forgetting Kirill’s presence, Derreck shook his head. “You wouldn’t have left me if I hadn’t touched Antonio. That much I know.”

Kirill sighed. “This is getting us nowhere.” He circled Derreck and stood at Jett’s side. “Okay. New approach. Tell me about this kiss. Was it open mouthed with lots of tongue or just a peck?”

Derreck did not want to be doing this, but Jett was there, and they were discussing something they needed to talk about. Still, this was too much detail to be