Love-Blocked – Charity Parkerson Page 0,30
didn’t know anymore.
They had fallen into a pattern. Kirill tweaked the schedule, ensuring Derreck and he could ride to and from work together each day. They also had the same days off. Jett made sure he was home every day before they arrived. Derreck never asked Jett to come to his place. Jett appreciated that more than Derreck would ever know. Even though they had made their new relationship dynamic work for four months and Jett was happier than he had ever been in his life, Jett still felt funny about Derreck’s house. Jett had lived there once upon a time. He had abandoned a life there, clothes and all. Every time he thought about the place, he felt a panic attack rise. It wasn’t like anything bad had ever happened there. Jett had simply left his old self there. Nothing scared him more than becoming who he used to be. He had an irrational fear of opening Derreck’s door and finding his old self waiting. He liked the new them better, but he knew eventually he would have to face the past again. So Jett decided to start small. He had Derreck bring back the boxes filled with the things he had left behind.
“Oh, goddamn.” Kirill snatched up a leather thong that had a matching collar from the first box Jett opened. “Put this on. I want to see.”
With a hot blush, Jett snagged the wisp of material and shoved it inside the bedside table. “It probably doesn’t fit anymore.”
Derreck cast Kirill a laughing glance. “He’s still the same size, and yes, it’s every bit as hot as you’re picturing.”
Kirill released a sexy growl that weakened Jett’s knees. “You will wear that for me one day.”
Jett bit back a smile. “Maybe.”
A wickedness tinted Kirill’s features that made it even harder for Jett to keep standing. Kirill reclined on the bed and eyed Jett’s body. “I’ll do all the things to you if you try it on right now.”
Something about Kirill’s words and tone brought a completely random memory from the depths of Jett’s brain. His gaze shot to Derreck’s. They shared a mischievous smile before chanting at the same time, “Do you want to do some sex or...” They burst into laughter.
Kirill looked between them. “What the fuck was that?”
Jett shook his head and swiped at his eyes as the chuckles dried away. “Goddamn. That feels like so long ago. We used to watch this hilarious web show. I haven’t thought it about in a long time. That’s a thing one of the characters used to say. Something about your offer sounded exactly like that character, saying, ‘Do you want to do some sex, or…’”
An odd look passed over Kirill’s features. For a moment, he almost looked sad before turning his head. “Sounds like an interesting show.”
“What’s wrong?” Jett felt like Kirill hid something and it twisted Jett’s heart.
Kirill focused on Jett again. The hint of sadness was gone. “Nothing.” He shook his head. A sweet smile touched his lips. “You two are so much in love and in sync that it hits me anew sometimes. It’s beautiful to watch.”
Derreck moved to stand behind Jett. He pressed his lips to Jett’s ear, and whispered, stopping Jett from responding. “I think Kirill feels neglected. You should try on the leather outfit and remind him that he’s a part of us too.”
Even though he knew he was being manipulated, Jett’s lips stretched into a smile. He wouldn’t let Kirill feel neglected. Jett peeled off his shirt. Derreck opened the drawer Jett had shoved the costume into. Kirill’s gaze sharpened. With his shirt gone, Jett stood still while Derreck snapped the collar around his throat. He felt the weight of it changing him, making him meek yet powerful. Jett would do whatever they asked, but he also knew the truth. He was the one in charge.
With his collar in place, Jett stripped away the rest of his clothing. Before he could put on the leather thong, Kirill stopped him. “You can forgo the rest of the outfit. I want you nude.”
Jett’s cock stirred at the words. He liked being wanted. No one understood how much. Derreck moved the box Jett had been unpacking from the bed. Kirill settled onto his back. He crooked his finger at Jett. Jett immediately complied. He crawled onto the bed. Jett moved slow, letting Kirill’s anticipation grow. His gaze snapped to Kirill’s jeans as Kirill went to work on the front of his pants. Saliva filled Jett’s