Page 51 of Jace
I should be feeling the pangs of envy as Jace's hand gently rests on her waist.
I should be feeling a twinge of resentment as I watch my girlfriend look at him, biting her bottom lip with an intensity that's both unsettling and captivating.
But I'm not. Instead, I find myself leaning against the door jamb, silently watching as he slowly–oh so slowly–begins to unbutton her shirt.
He flicks his gaze my way, a silent question in his gray eyes. I swallow hard, my nerves dancing in my belly, and give a subtle nod, silently granting my approval.
I'm still not entirely sure what I'm agreeing to. Maybe he just wants to have his way with her, and somehow I'm okay with that. I think.
We talked about having a threesome, about my participation, but I need to stop overthinking this. I need to stop analyzing every detail and just dive in. If I hesitate now, I might lose my nerve and possibly my only chance to explore what the hell is brewing between him and me.
So I quietly close the door, ensuring the lock is engaged, and take a deep breath to collect myself.
With purpose, I take the four steps that bring me up behind my girlfriend. I reach for her familiar hips, letting my thumbs trace the top edge of her skirt while Jace continues to undress her.
Although he's physically touchingher, his eyes are locked ontome.
And oh, how he watches me.
Gazing over her shoulder, eyes burning into mine, swirling with heat that makes my breath falter.
And oh, how it falters.
I keep my hands on her, allowing Jace to take the lead. My focus is unwavering as he shoves the material down her arms, letting it pool at her feet. He places a soft kiss against her neck, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. A soft gasp comes from Kaylee when Jace's tongue darts out to lightly touch her skin. Which fucks with my mind for a second. Those kinds of gasps are typically reserved for me.
But he watches me and watches me and watches me, making me unable to focus on anything but him.
And I’m just stuck, caught in this weird but utterly exhilarating state that we’re in. This is not me. In bed I’m usually the one leading, the more assertive one. I’m a fucking quarterback for crying out loud. Giving orders and taking control is kind of my thing.
But not tonight. Tonight, I'm frozen, mesmerized by the sight before me. Jace offers us both a smug smirk now, winking at Kaylee before he grabs the back of his t-shirt and whips it off over his head, kicking his shoes off after.
“Fuck me,” I finally mutter as I openly admire his incredible physique, something I might have secretly indulged in a time or two before. I’m a sporty kinda guy, an athlete. I can for sure appreciate it when somebody takes care of their body. Jace, without a doubt, does just that.
Even with his obsession with french fries.
“Not tonight, handsome,” he responds, taking Kaylee's hand and guiding her onto the bed–my bed, to be exact. “Maybe some other time.”
I huff at that, at his familiar flirting. Which helps me finally get out of my stupor and get some of my natural confidence back. “Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?” I retort, kicking off my own shoes and following his lead.
“I would, absolutely,” he confides, leaning in closer to whisper just for me: “And I think you know that. But tonight is all about Kaylee, right?” His eyes lock with mine, and I recognize my own desire mirrored in his gaze.
I nod in agreement, because, in the end, this was Kaylee's idea from the start. And agreeing with Jace that she is the main beneficiary here? That’s safe. That way we won’t have to look too closely at this thing between us that we both know is there yet neither of us is ready to acknowledge.
He smiles at my response and casually flicks my cap from my head. It lands with a soft thud on the carpet, and he smirks.
“Well, come on then. Take off your shirt, and let’s get this thing started,” Jace says with an enticing grin. Stepping back, he licks his lower lip and watches me intently as I comply, his gaze lingering a little too long on my abs. He then situates himself next to Kaylee, lying in the middle and tapping the bedding invitingly. “Come here, I won't bite. Well I will if you want me to. Do you want me to?”
I chuckle at that, shaking my head. “You’re still incorrigible. The things that come out of your mouth are unbelievable.” I’m actually kinda relieved that he’s breaking the ice with his usual flirty remarks. While this situation is entirely new to me, his customary teasing is strangely reassuring.
“Then shut me up,” he grins at me as I get on the bed.
Perhaps I want to. To kiss him. To find out for myself how he tastes. Not only to shut him up but also to find out if it’s any different than with Kaylee. But yeah, Kaylee… It's her show, after all. So I nod in her direction “Let her shut you up. She’s an amazing kisser, actually.”
Jace turns his attention to Kaylee, lying on the other side of him and biting her lip in anticipation. “Oh? Are you? Are you going to show me?”
Somehow, Jace ended up between us. He’s lying on his stomach with his head propped up on one hand. His sandy hair falls into his eyes as he gazes at her.
His finger traces lazily from Kaylee’s lips to her sternum, between her still-covered breasts, and circles her bare belly button. She trembles and stifles a moan, and honestly, I'm grateful that he's taking the lead. I'm lost for shit as to where to start.
