Page 67 of Light My Fire

“Yeah.” He reaches out and takes my hand. “I sure fucking am.”

CHAPTER 17

Brooke

Jackson pulls me close,his hands settling on my hips. He looks me up and down. “Fuck. You’re so…”

I put my hand on his face and smile. “You too.”

He pulls me into his lap. I go willingly, straddling his thighs. Then he kisses me.

Reallykisses me.

It’s hot and deep. Different from how Wyatt kisses, but just as hot. Just as all-consuming. His tongue strokes over mine as his hands run over my body. He traces up and down my spine, then over my ass, then up to cup my breasts. His thumbs rub over my nipples and I moan into his mouth.

“Upstairs,” I hear Wyatt say, his voice tight. “Please.”

Jackson pulls back and looks at his friend, grins, then nods. “Yeah, okay.” He looks up at me. “My room or yours?”

“Yours.” It felt right to be in Wyatt’s room last night.

“The toys are in her room, though,” Wyatt says.

My eyes widen, and I look over my shoulder at him. “Toy. Singular. And…” I look back at Jackson. “I won’t need it, will I?”

He chuckles and runs his big hand down my back again. “Using toys together can be very fun, but that can wait. And I’m definitely a toy guy. And a food guy.”

“Food?” I ask, brows arched.

“Whipped cream, chocolate sauce… anything can be fun.” He grins at me. “But tonight it can be just you and me.”

Using my toytogether? I didn’t think much of it when Wyatt mentioned my vibrator last night. His tongue was distracting me from thinking much at all. But using my vibratorwitha guy? Isn’t it supposed to be a substitute when a guy isn't around? I might want to know more about this.

But suddenly, Jackson is standing with his hands under my ass. I gasp and wrap my arms and legs around him, hanging on.

He starts toward the stairs and I’ll admit I’m impressed. “You can carry as much as a firefighter, huh?” I tease, looking at Wyatt over his shoulder.

Wyatt is watching us, but he doesn’t really look upset. He looks a little… confused, maybe. Like he’s not sure what he’s feeling. But he gives me a wink when he catches my eye.

“You’re just a little thing,” Jackson says. “I couldn’t carry their maxes, no way.”

“I’m not little!” I protest as he starts up the stairs. “I’m five-seven.” My brother is a professional hockey goalie, for fuck’s sake.

“Yeah, but you’re built like a ballerina or something,” he says, jostling me in his arms as we reach the top of the stairs. “You’re light.” His voice drops lower. “And tight.”

I feel goosebumps break out.

We get to his room and he shifts me so he can twist the knob and then push the door open. He strides straight to the bed and drops me onto it. Then he steps back, his gaze taking me in.

“Jesus Christ, you look good on my sheets, sweetheart.”

The husky note in his voice has my pussy fluttering.

He goes back to the door and shuts and locks it. Then stops by the bag on the floor by the dresser and digs inside. He comes up with a box of condoms. He stalks back to the bed, tossing them toward the pillows, before climbing up.

I lie back, and he braces himself over me.

“Did you and Wyatt have fun last night?” he asks.

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