Throuple In Paradise - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,31

soft. Tossing the phone onto a steel and wood accent table, Jack walks up. “I told him not to come back today. He got the hint.” The shirt gets tugged out of his jeans, last button flipped open before he locks eyes with me and tosses the expensive material to the floor.

Setting down my book, I slowly ask as he goes for his belt, “Umm, are you doing what I think you’re doing?” My eyes are drinking in his amazing tribal tattoos that line his right ribcage, his gorgeous pectoral, and his taut shoulder all the way down to his forearm.

“If you’re asking if I’m going to fuck you, then yes.” He pivots for the kitchen, casually strolling with a swagger that says he owns the world. And me. Because his ass in those jeans! Sigh.

But we’re supposed to be waiting! Just spending time together! It’s been torture not stripping my clothes off and demanding we call Troy over every night. It was hard enough living with a hot guy and doing nothing about it. Jack is a whole different story since I’ve had a crush on him since I was a teenager. Now that I’m a woman and have had lovers before, I’m very aware that he will outshine them.

And they weren’t bad.

Still, anticipation is sweet, isn’t it?

Jack walks through the door that leads to his game room. I’m staring at the emptiness he left behind.

Sitting up, I begin to get irate.

Is he going to play a video game right now? Oh no, he will not! I open my mouth to yell at him, and clamp it shut as he walks back in with a huge bouquet of pink roses that make me gasp!

He locks eyes with me. “You seem to like pink, so…here.”

“Oh Jack!” I cry out, covering my mouth with my hands as I gasp one more time and kick the blanket off so I can run to them. “They’re so beautiful!”

“You like ‘em?”

He places the crinkly, brown paper in my arms so I can gaze at their beauty and breathe the heady fragrance in. “This is the sweetest thing, Jack, thank you!”

Proudly, he says, “I picked them up myself. I didn’t have Bobby get these.”

“Is that where you went this morning?”

“There was no meeting.”

Grinning, I stare at the soft petals. “Best lie I ever heard.”

He laughs and takes them so he can kiss me. Setting the flowers down on the kitchen counter, Jack gathers me into his arms, voice thicker. “Mar, I’ve really enjoyed these days with you.”

I slip my fingers up the back of his head, caressing it. “Me too. It’s been fun doing nothing over here rather than at home.”

Leaning closer, his blue eyes smolder as he stares at my lips. He kisses me, our mouths molding until our bodies begin to move. I want his cock so badly. But we have to wait. I can’t get carried away.

Every time we’ve kissed, he’s been the one to stop it. If he doesn’t soon, I might not want him to.

The heat and pressure of his erection on my abdomen is too promising. I moan as his fingers massage my ass, pulling up my covered flesh every few seconds, lifting me slightly so that I rub against him.

The front door opens and I gasp. He’s going to be so mad that Bobby disobeyed his orders.

But it’s not Bobby who locks the door. My eyes widen as Troy smirks, “Hey there,” and kicks off his shoes.

Oh.

My.

God.

“Is this really happening?” I whisper, so excited I can hardly speak. My pussy shivers, waking up fully to the idea of being with both the men I’ve yearned to have inside me. “Jack, you called him?”

“Well he’s not psychic.”

Troy counters, “I am impatient, though,” tearing off his white henley shirt as he walks up, dark blue jeans huggings his muscular thighs. I stare at his abs, the V that begins just above his belt-buckle. His chest is naked of tats, but is equally enhanced by lifting weights. Especially lately. While Jack was away in The Keys, Troy confessed he’s worked out more just to get rid of the sexual steam we couldn’t make use of.

It shows.

My tingles float up my inner thighs, my tummy tightening with need.

Troy is behind me, checking in with Jack. “You ever done this before?”

Jack asks, “Shared? No.”

“Me neither.” Troy leans in and kisses my neck, in the softest spot underneath my ear. “Not with a man anyway.”

I reach back and smack his thigh. “I don’t want