“Yep. He’s sitting right beside me.”
Claire McKinley’s voice held a note of mischief, leading Jackson to suspect that Dylan’s lovers were doing a lot more than “sitting”.
“Do me a favor, Claire-Bear, and put me on speaker so I can talk to you both.”
A second later, Aidan’s deep voice rumbled over the line. “Everything okay, man?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a quick question for you guys.” Dylan glanced over at the couch with a faint smile. “Hypothetically speaking, would it be cool if I watched Texas and his girlfriend fool around?”
There was a loud snort. “Hypothetically, or, happening right now?” Claire demanded.
“Definitely hypothetical at the moment, with a fifty percent chance of becoming reality,” Dylan said cheerfully. “Thoughts?”
The utter absurdity of the request made Jackson grin, which then caused him to question why the heck he was even cool with this. He’d always made an effort to keep his sex life private. Hadn’t accepted any threesome invites from the guys, didn’t talk about what he did behind closed doors, and yet here he was, entertaining the idea of letting his buddy witness him getting intimate with Mia.
Maybe the Bud Lights he’d consumed were affecting his judgment.
Or maybe Mia’s desire for exploration had rubbed off on him.
Either way, his cock was rock-hard beneath his jeans, and the heat rushing through his veins had nothing to do with the alcohol he’d ingested. He wanted to fuck Mia. Right here, right now. He didn’t give a damn if he had an audience—all he knew was that if he didn’t get inside his woman soon, he was gonna go crazy.
“Well,” Claire said, sounding pensive, “I know how miserable you’ve been since we left. I guess you deserve to have a little fun.”
Jackson’s grin widened when he heard Mia’s breath hitch.
“You should jerk off if it’s cool with them,” Aidan said graciously. “It’s no fun watching and not getting off.”
“Oh, and memorize every inch of Texas’s body,” Claire chimed in. “And then describe it to me later. I’m dying to know what he looks like naked.”
“Fuck, me too,” Aidan said instantly. “I bet he’s hung like a stallion.”
Now Mia’s entire body vibrated with laughter, prompting Jackson to glare at her. Claire and Aidan had no idea he and Mia were listening in, and their extreme interest about his man parts made him feel…weird. And…well, heck, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t inflate his ego. Just a wee bit.
“So yeah, we’re cool with it,” Claire told her boyfriend. “But no touching, babe. You can put your hands to good use when we get home.”
Dylan was practically glowing. “Deal. Love you guys. See you Sunday.”
After he disconnected the call, he gave them a smug look and said, “See? It’s all good.”
Mia promptly resumed her fidgeting.
“What do you say, sugar?” Jackson asked in a gruff voice. “Feel like putting on a show?”
“I…” She licked her visibly dry lips. “Um…I…God, just fuck me already!”
Her outburst made both men chuckle. Jackson searched her gaze once more, needing to know that she was fully committed, but he saw in her smoldering eyes that she was.
She wanted to do this.
And Lord, so did he.
Fucked if he could figure that one out.
Awareness sizzled in the living room, so hot and thick that Jackson’s throat turned to sawdust. His erection strained against his zipper, demanding attention. Craving release.
A glance at Dylan’s lower body confirmed that the guy was suffering the same discomfort. And yet Dylan didn’t move a muscle, didn’t blink, not until the silence dragged on even more, at which point he finally flashed Jackson a deep smirk.
“Well, dang, Texas,” he said mockingly. “What are you waiting for?”
Not one to back down from a challenge, Jackson smirked back.
And unbuckled his belt.
Mia’s heart stopped. It literally stopped in her chest, coming to a grinding record-screech halt as she watched Jackson undo his jeans. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Dylan was sitting five fricking feet away, and Jackson was taking off his pants.
She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t imagining it, but nope, he was actually shoving his jeans down his legs. Kicking them away.
Reaching for the waistband of his boxer-briefs.
Tugging on it.
When his cock was revealed, Mia wasn’t the only one who moaned.
In the armchair, Dylan’s green eyes had grown heavy-lidded with lust. “Jesus fucking Christ, Texas,” he hissed out. “I really want to suck your cock right now.”
Another anguished moan slipped out of Mia’s mouth.
Dylan responded with a rueful laugh. “I’m sure the idea turns you right on, honey, but you heard the mister and missus. I’m not allowed to touch—” He groaned suddenly, alerting Mia’s attention to the fact that Jackson was now stroking his erection.