Page 60 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I turned and draped my arms over his shoulders. His eyes appeared troubled even though the usual chemistry between us had him staring at my mouth. “It’s going to be okay, Jon,” I stated quietly, my heart starting to race at my boldness in bringing up one of many conversations we needed to have. “I can feel it—somehow know this thing with Elijah is right.”
He nodded, but his eyes remained wary.
I waited for him to offer his thoughts or expand on his agreement, but he remained silent, simply holding me.
Perhaps it wasn’t time. At least I’d made an effort. If Jon couldn’t find the words just yet, I would be patient for him to settle his thoughts on what was transpiring between the three of us.
“Anyway.” I smiled, hoping to put him at ease. “Are you excited?”
One of his eyebrows rose, and a twinkle lit in his eyes.
I rolled mine. “Forget I asked, you horndog.” I leaned up on my tiptoes, raising Elijah’s shirt enough for Jon’s hands to cup my bare ass, and pressed my lips softly against my husband’s. “Love you,” I murmured, rubbing my nose across his.
“Love you more.” He squeezed my ass and pressed me against his semi but stepped back. “Coffee?”
Huffing on laughter, I turned and poured him a cup.
Jon cradled the mug and, eyes closed, breathed in the rising steam. “The man has exquisite taste in coffee, wine, and women.”
Heat flooded my face, but fortunately, Jon didn’t peer at me as though gauging my reaction to his declaration. He sat at the island, sipping, having simply stated a fact as he’d seen it.
Butterflies flitted in my stomach, bringing another smile to my face. Turning back around, I added a teaspoon of sugar as I had noted Elijah enjoyed to the second mug before lacing my tea with honey.
The luscious scent of Elijah and the tingling over my skin let me know he drew near. I glanced at Jon. He stared at the door leading downstairs from where I could feel Elijah approaching.
Surely, magic resided here.
Elijah stepped into the kitchen, his body dried of sweat and a T-shirt hiding his upper body, but my drool factory set to work regardless. Forcing myself to focus on the mugs in front of me was like peeling my eyelids from my body it burned so bad.
“Good morning.” His low rumble caressed against my ears.
My knees went weak.
“Hey,” Jon said at the same time I squeaked a “Morning.”
My body tuned in to every shift of Elijah’s energy as he sat at the island. Breath held, I placed his coffee in front of him without glancing at his face. I took up the third chair and held my mug in both hands, eyes closed as Jon had done, wishing I could smell the tea over the scent of fire and brimstone, soap and sex emanating from Elijah’s skin.
“What time did you want to get started this morning?” Jon asked.
Guess that means the elephant isn’t going to get discussed with Elijah either.
I peeked at Jon, unsurprised considering how he’d stayed close-lipped about it a minute earlier.
He lounged, seemingly relaxed on his stool, smirking as though he hadn’t a care in the world—or that the man beside him had his face buried between my thighs the night before.
I finally looked at Elijah. A flicker of something unnamed crossed his face as he glanced at me then back to Jon. Unease, maybe? Perhaps he’d been expecting us to regret our affair? Or he did?
My chest went tight at the thought, and I flitted my focus to my husband who stared at his new boss.
“I’ll meet you in ten?” Elijah’s deep voice pebbled my nipples and sent a pulse through my pussy.
“Sure.” Jon lifted his mug and sipped, holding Elijah’s stare until the man gave us his back.
Elijah climbed the stairs with sure steps, coffee in hand, and Jon kissed the top of my head before heading off to the shower.
Jon had set wheels in motion that I wanted to roll downhill—damn quick—but the thought he or Elijah had zero plans to continue pushing us forward had me chewing the inside of my lip to death. I sat and stared at my steaming tea, relieved Jon wasn’t upset but beyond bummed one of them hadn’t initiated our picking up right where we’d left off a handful of hours earlier.
Perhaps I was the one meant to act. Take a step without direction or gentle prodding from the man I always looked to. Maybe the awakening creature inside me needed to grab the reins and steer us around the boulder blocking our forward motion.
