Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
His mouth came down on mine, his tongue teasing my lips before forcing its way into my mouth. A loud groan filled the small space of the elevator.
Soren was tall and overpowering. Yet, his feathery-light fingers cupped my face before trailing down my neck.
A shot of want traveled down my spine, and with every second that passed, I moved dangerously closer to the edge. If he was to go anywhere near my dick right now, I’d probably come in my jeans. To get there so fast …
“How are you … I mean, what are you …” I was unable to get my words out. What is he doing to me?
The elevator dinged, and Soren backed off as the doors opened.
His smile did things to my insides. When he held out his hand for me, I knew following him was going to break me in the best way possible. Which would also turn out to be the worst way.
I didn’t know it yet, but my night with Caleb Sorensen would be one of the only times someone wanted me as Jet—some non-famous twenty-year-old who wrote music and craved fame. Everyone else I’d meet would want me because I was Jay, the lead singer of Radioactive.
Chapter Three
Soren
Matt rushes toward the chopper, yelling, “JJ. What are you doing here?” His happy energy at his brother’s arrival is palpable, whereas I’m hoping my mixture of dread, excitement, and a touch of want is hidden.
I watch from behind everyone as Matt practically crash-tackles Jet into a hug. Their bond is strong—something I didn’t know that night I took him to a hotel and fucked his brains out.
I wince at that description of what happened. It was so much more than that, but I’ve never allowed myself to think of it as anything more because I can’t afford to.
As Matt refuses to let Jet go, I can’t help noticing their differences in appearance. Matt’s a tight end in the NFL. He’s a brick house. His dark hair is cut short, and he looks like a stereotypical jock. Jet’s on the thinner side and shorter. He has shaggy and unkempt dark-brown hair the same shade as his brother’s. That’s the only similarity they have.
It’s no wonder I had no idea how Jet fit into the group when I first met them all. I thought he was Lennon and Ollie’s friend, not Matt Jackson’s brother.
In the few years since Matt came out, he’s become a legend in his own right. First out NFL player to play an official NFL game. First out player to win the Super Bowl. And then there’s the LGBTQ charity he belongs to. His husband started it, and they help get homeless youth off the street.
He’s a great guy, and I fucked his little brother.
Jet is an adult, I get that, but again, I have to use thoughts to trick my brain. Twinkish rock star. Little brother. I need to think of him like that and not like the flirty and forward man I took home from that nightclub.
I knew he was young, and when he’d approached me in my locker room that night while I was half undressed, I actually freaked out about lusting after the boy onstage at the benefit. He didn’t look young under the stage lights, and he performed in a way that told me he’d been doing it for years. In his non-performance getup, he looked way too young for me.
That should’ve stopped me from taking him home that night, but my mind was filled with the images of the guy I’d seen onstage, shaking his ass and singing the song that made me reevaluate my life.
And watching him now, I’m torn between seeing him as that guy and the little brother image the rest of the group projects on him.
Jet makes his rounds, hugging Noah and then Ollie and Lennon. The others slap him on his back in a brotherly way, and I’m kinda glad he didn’t hug them too because then we’d have to do the awkward “well, you hugged everyone else, so I guess you have to hug me” dance. What I get is even less than the others though. When his gaze lands on me, his lips flatten, and he gives me a cursory nod.
A nod without even a smile.
What do I do back? Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
Smooth.
I try to steady my pounding heart as I follow them all back into the dining hut. Joni and Ema have already set another place setting, and as luck or fate would have it, or because the owners know I’m the only single one here, they place Jet next to me.
Eyes burn into me, but when I glance at him to my side, he’s shoveling food into his mouth. Looking up, I realize it’s everyone else staring at me. Only, it’s not me they’re interested in.