Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
His smaller body moves against me, and he moans. I don’t know if he’s waking up or dreaming, but it makes me smile.
That is, until there’s movement outside.
It’s the bright white polo shirt I see first through the small gap in the curtain covering the door. I make out the dark hair and beard next.
Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.
It’s Matt.
“Jet.” I nudge his shoulder.
He grumbles and rolls over onto his other side.
My heart pounds erratically. “It’s your brother.”
Jet abruptly sits up, his head swiveling side to side as if he’s looking for Matt in the room.
“He’s coming up the path,” I say.
He squints at me. “Maybe he’s going for a walk—”
We hear Matt’s feet hitting the wooden steps leading to the deck.
“Shit,” Jet hisses and rolls out of bed. He frantically looks around the room before settling for crawling under the thin gap between the bed and the floor.
The blanket pooled on the ground at the foot of the bed will hide him. The heat between Jet and me being tangled in each other last night was enough to keep us warm.
My heart doesn’t calm down at all as Matt raises his hand to knock. Then he sees me through the glass and waves.
I gesture for him to come in, but being naked, I don’t get up.
He slides open the door and pushes the curtain aside. “Hey.”
“What’s up?” I try to casually run a hand over my hair as if I’m not full of adrenaline right now.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
Uh-oh. “About?”
“I think you know.”
Double uh-oh. “I … umm … well—”
“I mean, you’re not blind. You have to know Jet has a crush on you.”
“A … a crush …” What, like he’s in high school?
“He hasn’t told us too much about the guy on tour who broke his heart, but he’s kinda fragile. I know it’s not my place, and he’d kill me if he knew I was here, but I was hoping … well, I wanted to ask …”
Please give me permission to fuck Jet.
“That you let him down gently.”
My hope sinks. Guess that was a bit of a long shot. My brother is depressed. Please use your dick to make him feel better. Thanks for taking one for the team.
“Let him down?”
“If he makes a move.”
“Umm … okaaay.” I’m confused. “And are you assuming I wouldn’t be into Jet, or are you asking me not to be?” I hold my breath.
Matt cocks his head. “Are you into Jet? You’re … like … old.”
“First, fuck you. And second, fuck you.”
“I just … I guess I don’t see it. You and him. And I don’t know how I’d feel if you used each other to rebound from your last relationships. That’s only gonna end badly.”
It’s so not like that with Jet, but I can see his point. That’s probably all it can be even if Jet and I don’t mean it to be that way.
“I’ll take your concerns under advisement.” I’ll take your concerns under advisement? What kind of response is that? “But I would like to say that Jet is an adult. He can look after himself. He’s been doing it for three years.”
“I know, but … he’s my kid brother, you know? I practically raised him until I left for college. I don’t want to see him hurt.”
For the first time since I met Jet, I see Matt’s overprotectiveness as something more than an annoyance. Matt is Jet’s support system.
“I won’t hurt him.”
Matt’s eyebrows shoot up.
“If he does make a move.” Ugh. So close to getting out of this without lying. Well, if hiding Jet under my bed isn’t classed as lying to begin with.
“Thanks,” Matt says. “What have you got planned for today? Noah and I were going to go to the mainland and do a tour or something. Apparently, there are these old cannibal caves. We keep saying we’re gonna check them out every year, but, uh, we never make it.” A smile crosses his face.
With Matt and Noah off our island, Jet and I could have the whole day without worrying about being caught by them.
“I think I’m going to spend the day in bed. Maybe go for a swim later.”
“Cool. We’ll see you tonight then when we get back.”
He moves toward the door, and I give a tiny salute as he leaves.
Only when he’s gone am I able to breathe properly again.
I get up and close the curtain. “Jet?”
“Yeah?” His adorably muffled voice comes from under the bed.
“He’s gone.”
Chapter Fourteen
JET
Jet has a crush.
A crush.
Like I’m fourteen years old.
I’d argue something about maturity, but hey, I’m crawling out from underneath the bed of the guy I’m fucking without my big brother knowing.
Soren’s grinning at me when I finally pull myself up.
“Oh, fuck you.” I climb back into bed, and he joins me, pulling me close to the warm body I spent all night pressed up against.