Page 17 of Unbound
Chapter Five
Excitement pulsed through me as I looked up at Jasper. “Care to explain?”
“Let’s go inside.” Jasper urged me forward with the slightest bit of pressure on my back; Jackson stood aside to let me in. As I brushed past him and felt his heat, arousal started to hum.
“Want a drink?” Jackson grinned at me, gesturing me forward to a plush-looking leather sofa.
“Hell, yes.” Sinking down to the couch, I wrapped my arms around my knees and looked around.
The room was larger than I’d expected it to be, with a spacious living area and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a fantastic view of the sunset gilding the city. Jackson crossed to a bar of polished wood, and I heard the tinkle of ice on glass as he pulled a bottle of champagne from its bucket.
“How’s this?” He waved the bottle in my direction. I nodded, my attention caught by Jasper as he tossed his sunglasses onto a small table and sank into the couch beside me.
“You two know each other. From before the bar, I mean.” I wasn’t asking a question. No matter how kinky he was, I just couldn’t see Jasper looking up some guy we’d played with at the bar for a bit of follow-up nookie. “Want to let me in on the secret?”
Jackson smirked as he filled a champagne flute to the top with pale, frothy liquid. Tucking two bottles of beer dripping with condensation under his arm, he carried the wine to me, handing Jackson a beer before seating himself on the couch across from us.
I watched his movements, the precise control in them. I hadn’t noticed it before because I hadn’t been looking for it, but now I saw the similarity to the way Jasper carried himself. “You were in the Marines together.”
“Give the lady a doctorate.” Jackson smirked, toasting me with his own beer before twisting off the cap and taking a deep sip.
I turned back to Jasper, who was watching me intently, waiting to pick up on any sign of discomfort. “Do you work together now?”
“Jackson left the Marines not long after I did. Since he worships me so much, he decided to follow me into the world of protection.” Jasper drank, and I was distracted by the sensual line of his throat as he swallowed. “And since his services are not nearly as in demand as mine, he had nothing better to do than follow me out to freaking Meadow Ridge, Georgia, on assignment.”
“Wait.” I gulped down half of my drink before setting it on the coffee table in front of us. I pinned Jackson with a hard stare. “You must have known who I was when you approached me, then. Did you do it just to piss him off?”
Beside me, Jasper huffed out a breath; Jackson laughed.
“Sure, I knew who you were. I like your show.” Draining his beer, he set the bottle down beside my half-full champagne flute. “I approached you because you’re hot. It was my shitty luck that you’d already attached yourself to Jasper’s ugly-ass self.”
Beside me, Jasper snorted, and I sat back, evaluating my feelings. I felt like I should have been a little upset that neither man had let on that they knew each other that night. Instead, I found it kind of sexy. “You guys get handsy with each other’s women all the time?”
I tensed as soon as I spoke; I’d just referred to myself as Jasper’s woman. What would he think of that?
When I cast him a nervous glance, he was watching me intently, but he didn’t look like he was going to run screaming off into the night. Instead, he was focused on me entirely, and if I had to label the emotion I saw on his face, it would have been possessive.
“Jackson can’t help wanting what’s mine.” Jasper’s smile was dark and sexy. “But if we’re feeling nice, maybe we’ll let him play for a bit.”
Blood rushed through my head. This was it. I’d known, as soon as Jackson had opened the door, where this was leading, but here it was, out in the open.
“What do you think?” Dipping his head, Jasper whispered the words into my ear. His warm breath on my neck woke my senses, aroused, and I tilted my head back with a slight moan. “If you want, you can have us both tonight. Touching you, tasting you, giving you pleasure.”
“And if I don’t?” Turning my head, my nose brushed against his cheek. I followed it with a light kiss, keeping my voice low, even though I knew Jackson could hear me.
“If you don’t, then he leaves, and it will be just me fucking you all night.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You say no at any time. Now, or in five minutes, or three seconds before he slides his cock into you. You say no, and it all stops. No questions asked.”
Staring down at my feet, I considered. There was no denying how aroused I was from just the idea. Jasper alone could make me wet with one look, and there was a little spark of chemistry between Jackson and me, too. If I did this, if I let myself have sex with them both at once, I had no doubt that it would be the hottest night of my life.
But could I do it? Was I really that wild?
I cast a sidelong glance at Jasper, who was still watching me intently. Never mind all of his warnings—I knew that the interest I felt when I looked at him was about more than just sex. Could he really watch me be with another man and not let it eat him from the inside out if we continued along this path together?
As if sensing my thoughts, he nodded once, slowly, and I understood.
He wasn’t the kind of man to say one thing and mean another. He wanted this—wanted to watch me with another man.
But only if it was what I wanted, too.
