Page 98 of Jace
“What the actual fuck!?” I yell at him, hands fisted at my sides. “Why the fuck are you kissing my boyfriend?”
“I wasn’t kissing him, you dick!” J is holding his face and actually starts to laugh hysterically. “Oh my God. When did you start to pack such a punch? I can’t feel my fucking face!”
I blink at my behemoth of a brother, who always has been stronger than me, the anger that completely evaporated my nerves dying down again. “I guess spending ten hours a week in weight training should give you some benefits.”
“Oh Christ, I guess so. I need to up my game at the gym when I can’t even take a hit from your puny ass.” He’s still rubbing his jaw, lying in a mountain of umbrellas and jackets.
I’m still frowning, trying to figure out what the actual F went down here. A snicker catches my attention and I notice Jace, leaning against the banister, apparently doing his damn hardest not to burst out in laughter.
“What is so damn funny?” I ask him.
His eyes shine. “I love how you Hulk out when you get jealous.”
I huff. “I don’t Hulk out.”
“Oh, you totally do when you get pushed enough. Have since when you were a kid,” a female voice pipes up, and I cringe.
My parents and Mason are standing in the doorway, obviously having heard the noise we were making and my gut sinks. Only when I notice that my father is not silently shaking from anger, but laughter, does it dissolve again.
“So,” Mom continues with a wave at the mess, “care to elaborate on why you would think I need a new coat rack?”
My mouth opens and closes like a fish, but I have nothing. When Jace’s arm slides around my waist, though, I find my voice again. Sort of. “I wanted to tell you that I’m dating Jace, but I was chickening out, and then I came here and J was trying to stuff his tongue in Jace's mouth and–”
“I was not!” My brother interrupts my rambling as he gets up. “I wasn’t kissing him!”
I eye Jace and he just shrugs. “He wasn’t,” he says. Shit.
“You owe me ten bucks,” Dad says, holding up his hand in front of Mom. “I always said Tyler would be the one to bring a guy home.”
“What?” I squeak, sending J and Mase into a fit of laughter at my expense.
“Yes, in high school you were never busy with girls, always focused on the sport,” my Mom explains. “We thought all the posters in your room of various athletes were an indication, so imagine our surprise when you started dating Kaylee. And for so long… But I’m glad you figured it out, honey.” She pats me on the arm and Jace steps away from me, letting my mother hug me tightly. “I’ll always love you,” she whispers. “But I’ll send you a link for the new coat rack that you’re going to buy me.”
I dissolve in a fit of giggles, which is better than crying I suppose. It’s just too damn much. I blindly reach backwards and a warm firm hand closes around mine in silent support. Jace.
“Hey, what about me?” J asks, making my mother let me go. “He punched me!”
“Stop whining, you punched him all the time when you were young. I think you deserve it for trying something with his boyfriend.”
“But I wasn’t kissing Jace!”
“But did you want to?” she asks him, and I can see J deflating in front of me. “I don’t mind if two of my kids are gay, honey. Or all of them, just to put that out there.” She gives Mase a nodas well. “But I do value honesty in this house. So I wonder why Tyler was thinking that you were kissing Jace.”
J blinks at my mom, his jaw now a nice red color beneath his bushy beard. “How do you know?” Is the only thing he asks.
I whisper an ‘oh my god’. Turns out Jace was right about him after all.
“A mother always knows, hun,” Mom says before wrapping him up in a hug as well. “And I betted against your father that I thought thatyouwould be the one to bring a guy home. So thank you, I just earned my ten dollars back.”
“We’ll call it even,” Dad pipes in, giving me a quick hug as well. “It’s all fine. We really don’t care. I only care about the dinner that’s getting cold. So, Mase. Do you need to get something off your chest as well?”
Mason holds up his hands. “Nope, still banging Charity. Doing Charity is extra important this time of year. But hey, good for you.” He slaps his twin on the back before holding his beefy arms out for me to give a hug, which I do. He always was the best hugger. “I already knew about that dickweed,” he tells me silently, “but I’m happy to see that you’re figuring yourself out as well. And I love how you suckerpunched that idiot.”
Talking about that idiot makes me look up and let Mason go. “Yeah, about that, what were you two doing?” I ask J, who was on the receiving end of one of my Dad's bone crushing hugs. He actually fucking blushes and Jace starts to laugh.
“He did try to come on to me,” he answers for J, making my gut swirl. I step my brother’s way, a hand on my arm makes me pause, though. “But I told him I wasn’t interested and he backed off. That’s when you walked in.”
There’s only sincerity in those intense gray eyes that I’m starting to like way too much.. So I do what I should’ve done when I walked in on them and grab him by his neck, hauling himinto me and pressing my lips not so gently on his, claiming him as mine.
