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He’s forbidden fruit. Not only because he’s Matt Jackson’s little brother who’s ten years younger than me, but because he’s a famous rock star now.
When his gaze lands on me, his lips flatten, and he gives me a cursory nod. A nod without even a smile. What do I do back? Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Smooth.
Ollie leans in and mutters under his breath. “If you think you’re getting away with that boy band knowledge scot-free, you’re mistaken.” So close.
I leave them all glassy-eyed and looking lovingly at each other. And not just toward their partners, but, like, to everyone. Yay for all that chosen family bond crap.
“Goodnight, Caleb.” He first-named me. There’s no coming back from that.
Jet and I can’t have a thing. The guys would kill me. But I know there’s no way I can stay away. He’s still the guy who changed my life. He’s still the one who gave me the courage to face my teammates and say two simple words with a weighted meaning that is so far from simple. “I’m gay.” That’s all Jet. He gave me courage before I’d even met him. I have to spend time with him while I have the chance.
My gaze lands on Jet, and I notice he’s as overjoyed about it as I am. Maybe the answer to my burning question for him lies in his downcast eyes and the small pout of his lips. He might’ve fallen in love with someone else, but I know that look. I’ve worn that look before. Jet’s not here because of nodes. He’s here because he’s heartbroken.
All the love in the air is making me choke. I can deep throat like a champ, but love and romance? That I gag on.
Not being able to be with the person you love is not romantic. It’s painful.
Caleb Sorensen caring about me is the last thing I need right now because the stupid kid with love hearts in his eyes is fighting to make an appearance again.
Under your spell, Living in hell, You say I’m perfect, Too good to be someone’s reject, But that’s what you did when you walked away, You left me to find myself Something niggles at me. Whether it’s the way he’s singing it or that we both relate to it, I don’t know. It’s like he’s singing it to me. About me. Then he finally raises his head and holds my gaze just as he sings a telling line. You said I was perfect … Perfect for someone else.
“That wasn’t me trying to protect you. That was me wanting to claim you.” Jet breathes hard. “Oh, holy mother of gay Jesus.”
It’s no secret I’d rather have Jet outside, pinned against that wall.
“Ooh, looks like Jet’s after a Daddy,”
Either we weren’t as subtle on that jet ski as I thought we were, I’m being paranoid, or Matt is suspicious. Maybe all of the above.
“What, you want me to beg?” Jet’s pouty lip makes him look so irresistible it’s not fair. “I think we’ve established you don’t need to beg for anything or anyone, Jet.”
well, I wanted to ask …” Please give me permission to fuck Jet. “That you let him down gently.”
I can still pull a guy in his early twenties. That makes me super-hot.”
This”—I run my hand over his taut shoulder—“is fun in Fiji—” “Title of our sex tape.”
“Age has nothing to do with maturity. Look at those two.” I point to Talon and Miller who are skating around competently, Miller behind Talon and holding his waist while Talon holds his arms out screaming, “I’m king of the world!”
I want to kiss you, and touch you, and worship the goddamn ground you walk on.
“You know if he hurts you, we get to kick his ass.” “Yes, yes, you’re all big badasses who are violent and scary and fighty.”
“Matt, I’ll be fine. Soren won’t hurt me.” He can’t. He promised.
“You didn’t sleep?” Soren asks, his voice raspy. “Not tired.” I don’t tell him the only time I’ve slept more than a few hours in the last three years has been at home in New York, visiting with Matt, or the nights I’ve spent wrapped around him.
In a selfish world, voices get drowned out by everyone trying to out-woe each other.
You’re not just a plaything. You’re my plaything.” “I’m here to look pretty,” I say. “Good boy.”
Harley whines. “Damn it. Why’d your boyfriend have to be nice?” “He’s Canadian. He can’t help it.” “Sorry.” Soren shrugs.
whenever Harley’s been around, I’ve wanted to grab Jet and growl “mine” until Harley backs off.
“please retire and be my tour bitch forever and ever.”
I want to bring him unforgettable pleasure until he won’t have any choice but to pine for me while we’re apart.
I will always come back for him. Always.
Apparently, I’ve been an emo little bitch since Soren left.
If Soren has taught me anything, it’s that love shouldn’t be messy. Sex, yes, definitely messy. Love? It should be selfless and compromising. It shouldn’t leave you cold.
“Yeah, well, anyone with eyes would be able to tell that I’m in love with you now, you … you … I’ll use language your Canadian ass will understand, you big, dumb hoser!”
