Page 88 of His Angel

“Yes, she’s been told categorically that you guys are off-limits, and I thought Jasper had a thing for her anyway?” she says, mug halfway to her mouth, her eyes narrowed in irritation.

“Jasper and Aimee have been spending a lot of time together recently, and she’s probably feeling the pressure now Oliver and Stephanie are Sect official.”

“If you tell everyone to meet us outside the main administration building in the morning, I’ll make a statement that he’s off limits, but I’m not going to be pushed into picking one or the other because of the other Angels.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Jacob says, and I can practically see the relief on his face. “And then hopefully everything will go back to normal.”

“Sure,” Ivy says, a sadness still lingering in her eyes.

This isn’t normal for her, not normal for any of us, and that’s not really what he meant, he wants Nick to be back to his usual self.

“I think I’m going to have an early night,” she says, mug in hand as she heads upstairs.

Jacob gets up, rinses his plate and loads it in the dishwasher.

“You watch her like you want a piece,” he comments with his back to me.

“I do.”

I’ve never denied how I feel about Ivy, not with Jacob.

“More than you want a piece of me?” The vulnerability in the question takes me by surprise. I thought we were good, stable.

“It’s different, not more, not less,” I say, abandoning my tea and tipping it down the sink. I add the mug to the dishwasher, claiming his lips in a kiss. “You’ve never wanted two people at the same time?”

“I’m a serial monogamist,” he admits. “And as much as Nick and I have shared and whatever for one night, this is a weird situation for me too.”

“I think we’re all just working it out as we go,” I agree. “But there’s one thing you can be sure of, and that’s how I feel about you. That will never change.”

“It fucking better not,” he grumbles, pulling me in against him. “How would you feel about me checking someone else out?”

“You mean like you were doing last night? Don’t think I missed it.” I chuckle darkly, only imagining the depraved things he had in mind.

Not that Jacob would ever act on them if the guy wasn’t interested, but it was more than clear to me Wyatt was drawn, open, and curious. It wasn’t just the feel of Ivy’s lips wrapped around his dick that got him off.

“Will you two get a room,” Jasper says with a wink, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “I am not cleaning jizz off the counter.”

“As if you clean it regardless.”

“Good point.”

“Oh, Jasper, Ivy wants to say something tomorrow, would you let everyone know to meet first thing outside the administration building?”

“Sure thing,” he says, waving us off as he leaves. “And not on the counter, guys, that’s just gross.”

“You look like a snack,” I argue. “I should totally eat you here.”

“I think you do that in the dining room,” Jacob argues. “And don’t we have people waiting for us upstairs? Maybe they’re already making the most of Ivy and her early night?”

“Hmm,” I agree. “We could work with that.”

It takes forever to get up the two flights of stairs, the anticipation building, only for us to find Nick working away on his laptop and Wyatt watching the TV, Ivy wrapped up in the middle of the bed looking absolutely tiny.Well, that’s not what we had in mind.

She still has the shorts on as I draw the sheet back, climbing in beside her, not that she’s asleep, her hazy gaze coming to mine.

“Do you mind if we join you for your early night?” I ask, running my hands up her thigh.

Ivy and I have always lived along the edge. I’d do anything for her, without question, and aside from that almost kiss, neither of us has made a move, but that’s about to change.

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