Clearly Mia was not as worldly as she’d thought, because she was having a tough time wrapping her head around it. She’d never known anyone who was involved in an actual polyamorous relationship. She wasn’t sure how that would even work.
“Don’t worry, you’ll meet Claire and Aidan when they get back from LA, and then you’ll understand what we’re talking about,” Jen said with another grin.
A round of cheers from the crowd jerked Mia’s attention back to the field, just in time to see Danny complete a fifty-five yard pass to a receiver in the end zone, officially putting six points on the home team’s scoreboard.
“Man, did you see that pass?” Cash exclaimed.
Pride flooded her chest as Cash fixed those deep blue eyes on her. “Your brother has a ridiculous arm, Mia. Jesus. That kid is going places.”
“I hope so,” she said softly.
“Trust me, he is,” the SEAL replied, nodding fervently. “You can see it in his eyes. He’s got that glint of determination, and the arm to back it up.”
“Listen to him,” Jen advised. “Cash knows his football.”
Mia’s gaze focused on Danny, who looked calm and poised as he wandered over to the bench to receive a hearty pat on the back from his coach. The special teams unit hurried onto the field to kick the extra point, which sailed smoothly between the goal posts, and the score went from 6-0 to 7-0.
The opening touchdown served as a favorable omen for the rest of the game—by the time the final whistle blew, the Warriors had crushed the visiting team, 31-3. Danny and his teammates gathered in a celebratory circle, while Mia jumped to her feet and cheered herself hoarse.
As she hollered her support, she suddenly felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of her face. A slight turn of the head, and her gaze collided with Jackson’s, her breath catching in her throat when she saw his expression. He was staring at her like he wanted to eat her up, whiskey eyes glittering with sensual heat and greedy promise. They hadn’t spoken at all during the game, but she realized now that he’d been completely aware of her the entire time.
Without breaking eye contact, Jackson reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone. His long fingers moved over the screen even as his gaze stayed locked with hers.
A second later, her own phone buzzed.
Sucking in a breath, Mia wrenched her eyes away and took out her cell.
The message on the screen was tremendously succinct.
Give your brother the OK to chill with his GF so we can be alone. I want your pussy tonight.
As if on cue, her sex began to throb and a drop of desire dampened her panties. Which was clearly Jackson’s intent, because when she lifted her head, he was smirking at her.
And then, the tease of a man had the gall to lick his lips, revealing the talented tongue that had already given her countless orgasms.
Oh God.
She couldn’t wait to get home.
Since they’d taken separate cars and Jackson still had to drop Dylan off, Mia reached her apartment first. She sprinted up the stairs and hurried inside, where she promptly removed every last stitch of clothing. Jackson hadn’t told her to, hadn’t demanded a single thing of her when they’d kissed goodbye in the parking lot, but she knew he would appreciate her taking the initiative.
She was about to get comfy on the bed when another idea occurred to her. Grinning to herself, she went to the dresser, opened the top drawer and rummaged around for the Victoria’s Secret bag she’d stashed in there more than a year ago. She wasn’t much of a lingerie wearer, but Jackson made her feel so damn sexy she suddenly had the urge to look the part.
She finally found the bag and dumped its indecent contents on the bed. Putting on the black lace merry widow and matching thong was easy. So was rolling the sheer black stockings up her legs. But she spent an obscene amount of time trying to figure out how to hook the tops of the stockings to the straps hanging from the merry widow.
She’d just snapped everything into place when she heard the front door creak open.
No footsteps echoed in the hall. There was no sound at all, in fact, and yet a moment later, Jackson entered the bedroom.
Jeez, the man moved like a ghost. He’d appeared without warning, and his brown eyes grew heavy-lidded when he noticed her outfit.
But he didn’t comment on it. Didn’t utter a compliment. What he did was cross his arms over his red-and-black plaid shirt and make a tsking noise with his tongue.
“You were a bad girl tonight, sugar. Real bad.”
She blinked in surprise. “I was? Why?”
His gaze rested on her cleavage before returning to her face. “Well, let’s see,” he drawled, ticking off each transgression with his fingers. “One, you didn’t sit next to me at the game. Two, you didn’t say a dang word to me all night. And three, you were checkin’ out Dylan when you thought nobody was lookin’.”
Mia frowned, slightly taken aback. “Are you actually mad about those things?”
“Naah, not at all.” He shot her an evil grin. “I just needed to come up with somethin’ to punish you for, and those reasons seemed as good as any.”