Page 88 of Wild Love
Dakota squeaks beside me. I sit tall, beers in hand, ready to hand Jack his, but the look on my girl’s face stops me short.
“Wha—?” I don’t even get the question out of my mouth when I spot Dakota and Jack on the kiss cam screen.
She ducks her head and blushes, which only makes the announcer and crowd more determined. Jack wears an amused smirk, arm casually resting on the armrest between them. They look great together. Well, she looks great. She could carry any guy to couple goals.
Dakota manages a side-glance at me as the people around us chant,Kiss! Kiss!
I don’t have a lot of options. I could push Jack out of the way and kiss her myself in front of all these people or drag her all caveman-like out of the stadium. I doubt Dakota would like either of those options.
I’m frozen watching the two of them, just like everyone else. Finally, Jack leans over, puts a hand on her face, shielding most of her from the camera, and brings his mouth to hers.
Every cell in my body pulses with waves of anger and frustration at the roaring applause as their kiss is captured on the big screen for everyone to see. No. Just… fucking no.
Her lips are wet and shiny, and her face has that just-kissed flush. The only time she should look like that is afterIkiss her.
Goddammit. I should have pushed Jack the fuck out of the way.
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Maverickand I leave before the game is over. We all took an Uber together on the way here, but Jack said he was going to stay and get his own ride back. Really, I think he’s graciously bowing out after the kiss-cam fiasco.
Once we’re away from the stadium, Johnny pulls me over into the middle of the back seat so that I’m sitting next to him. “Gonna have to keep you glued to my side from now on.”
He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and drops his mouth to mine. No warm-up, no tenderness. His kiss is hard and demanding, and I am here for it. Sitting next to him all night and not being able to touch him was frustrating. A lot more frustrating than I thought it would be. Years I’ve hung out with him and not thought about kissing him, and now I can’t do it for five minutes without wanting to jump him.
“Did you like it when he kissed you?” He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth while I shake my head.
Jack and I barely kissed. His lips brushed mine like a whisper. But even from that soft touch, I know kissing Jack,reallykissing Jack, wouldn’t feel like this.
“You looked good kissing him, and I didn’t like it. You’re mine. If you want to kiss another guy, it’s on my terms.”
“Like a threesome?” I ask as his lips skim down my neck. Liquid heat pools in my lower belly at the idea.
“Mhmm,” he murmurs against my collarbone. “Whatever you want as long as I’m a part of it. I don’t want to miss out on a single kiss or orgasm.”
The Uber driver stops at the curb outside of the apartment complex. Johnny thanks him, and we step out onto the sidewalk in front of the arena. It’s quiet on the street in front of our building, but up ahead, I can see people walking to and from the bars and restaurants.
My arms are full. Between the things the Twins gave us and all the extra stuff Maverick insisted on buying me, I’m flush with merch.
Inside the elevator, he pins me against the wall and keeps showing me just how much he wants me.
“I’m so hard thinking about you in a threesome.”
I can feel just how hard. “I don’t think I could go through with a threesome.”
“But you like the idea, I can tell.”
I do, but not for the reason he thinks.
I lean forward, stopping when my lips hover near his. “Right now, I like any idea that includes sex with you.”
He stills, face searching mine. “You mean…”
I close the distance and place a kiss on his lips, then softly whisper, “Fuck me, Johnny.”
He says nothing for too long, and I think maybe he’s going to tell me no. The elevator dings, and the doors open on the eleventh. The doors start to close, and he’s still staring at me, unblinking.
