Page 110 of The Bro-code

“You say kissing Ryker was something,” he’s smiling but I don’t miss the jealousy lacing his tone. “Was it better than kissing me?”

Bay shakes her head and I’m not gonna lie, I was hoping she would say yes. “No. Just different.”

Jagger takes a step closer to her. “How?”

Bay thinks about it for a second. “It’s clear you both know what you’re doing. But kissing you was thrilling. Like that buzz you get when you go on a giant roller coaster. I felt your kiss everywhere, you set me on fire and my entire body was tingling, needing more.”

Fuck.

I hate to admit it, but that was definitely something.

Jagger smiles, obviously flattered by Bay’s words. “I felt the same way. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days, but you know that. What about Ryker’s kiss then?”

Yeah, what about my kiss?

I wait for Bay’s answer with bated breath.

“It was like when you take a sip of ice cold water on a hot summer day. And once we started kissing, I couldn’t stop. I needed more.”

She’s right. That’s exactly how I felt.

Jagger’s expression is hard to read when he looks at Bay for a moment without saying anything. Then his eyes drop down to her lips. “That sounds hot,” he admits. “But I bet I can do better.”

That motherfucker.

Jagger has always been so fucking competitive.

He pulls Bay into his arms, crashing his lips on hers.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Everything about the way they’re kissing is hot.

The way he tangles his hand in Bay’s blonde hair, tugging her closer.

The way she melts against him, her body pressed against Jagger’s bigger frame.

The little noises that come from her when he deepens the kiss.

I can’t take my eyes off of them and when Jagger cups her tit with his free hand and pinches Bay’s nipple between his index and middle fingers? I’m so hard it’s painful.

They kiss, devouring each other’s mouths, their hands busy feeling, exploring.

I watch as he leaves her tits, slipping one hand under Bay’s denim skirt, lifting her thigh to his hip and surging forward. He grinds against her and her moan of approval as she bites his bottom lip is enough to make my cock throb in response.

I clear my throat, embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “I’d tell you two to get a room, but since we’re in Bay’s room, I guess that’s my cue to leave.”

I don’t even expect them to pay attention to what I said, but Jagger breaks the kiss. “You can leave if Bay wants you to, or… you can come over here and see if you can do any better with a kiss. Just FYI, my sexy Supernova is soaking wet.”

Bay’s eyes are fixed on me and I’m conflicted about what I should say next.

I want to kiss her again, but only if she wants that too.

I close the distance between us, facing Bay as Jagger positions himself behind her. “I want to kiss you,” I murmur. “Make it up to you for what an ass I was last night. Show Jagger than I can make you wet too.”

“Prove it.”

That’s the only permission I need.

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