Love-Blocked – Charity Parkerson Page 0,15

of the couch. Jett fisted Kirill’s cock, tugging while he licked and sucked Kirill’s balls. Before Kirill could adjust to the change, Jett was eating his ass. Kirill lost track of everything but the explosion of feelings. He was fairly certain Derreck held his foot, leaving him nowhere to go as Jett licked, sucked, and fingered. Kirill’s mind was a mess. Both men were so goddamn beautiful that Kirill wanted to watch them together, but he couldn’t even keep track of what happened with his body. All he knew was pleasure. Pressure built and climbed. Jett did some crazy two-fingered shaking of Kirill’s cock at the same time as he punched his fingers against that internal button that got him so hot. Kirill exploded. His entire body jackknifed from the couch. He swore he saw stars as his body jerked out of his control. With his face pressed against Kirill’s thigh, Jett’s open mouth cried out over and over as Derreck pounded inside him. The muscles in Derreck’s neck strained as he threw his head back and roared. Kirill couldn’t look away. His body shook with aftershocks as the vision of Jett and Derreck in the throes of passion seared into Kirill’s brain. Dear god, he had missed this. They couldn’t and wouldn’t ever know how much he fucking died a little more every day without the pair of men who had left him behind a year ago. Maybe Kirill only used Derreck and Jett as substitutes. He couldn’t know. But he did know the pieces of his broken heart cried out for more as he watched himself making all the same mistakes again. Kirill couldn’t stop. He needed this.

A slice of sunshine slapped Jett in the eyes. He blinked against it as last night’s memories slowly intruded. There was a heavy and warm weight across his chest. Jett dropped his chin. A familiar dark and beefy arm rested across Jett’s body. He had to take a breath at the instant impact of Derreck’s presence in his bed. No one understood how much Jett had missed him. For a moment, Jett feared for his heart if he stayed put.

Jett slipped from the bed. No one else budged. For a moment, Jett stood at the edge of the mattress and stared at the men filling his bed. He felt strangely calm. Like a deep-seated peace had settled in his gut, Jett felt full.

He scooped Derreck’s shirt from the floor and slipped his arms inside. Since Derreck was like three of Jett put together, the button-down shirt fell past Jett’s knees. He disappeared inside the material, overwhelmed by the scent of Derreck’s cologne. Jett’s eyes fell closed. He fought the urge to bury his face in the material and inhale. His gaze slid back to the men. Butterflies stirred in his stomach. He had been terrified of backsliding. Jett didn’t want to give in to temptation and end up weak again. While wearing Derreck’s shirt and staring at the two men he had pleasured, Jett felt like he could take over the world. He wasn’t dependent upon them for happiness. It was the morning after, and he wasn’t less for having been with them.

Since Jett honestly didn’t know how to feel, he did his usual thing. Ran to the bathroom. Made coffee. Jett tiptoed around his house and tried not to think too hard. It wasn’t until he stood still in the silence of his kitchen that Jett’s brain went into overdrive. He couldn’t step back from this. Jett had known opening the door to Derreck meant more than letting the man into his apartment; he had let Derreck back in his mind and heart. Kirill... that was another matter. Another flutter of something stirred in Jett’s stomach. There was something a bit dark about Kirill. He was secretive. Kirill joined them for some reason all his own and Jett wanted to know what he kept hidden. Jett suppressed a chuckle. He truly had jumped back into sex with both feet. Two men. Wow. It didn’t seem likely he could keep them both.

Movement outside the kitchen caught Jett’s eye. He leaned back against the counter. With a cup of coffee held between his hands, warming them, Jett watched Kirill quietly search for his clothes—like a man bent on escaping without notice.

“Are you sneaking away?”

Kirill’s gaze shot to where Jett stood inside the darkened kitchen. A sexy smile touched his lips. He closed the distance between them and crowded Jett’s space. “No. I