Page 15 of Ruined
“Do I look mad?”
I shake my head once more. He actually looks refreshed and very happy.
“Then there’s your answer.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I can’t help but ask. I have to know.
Kayne looks at me impishly. “Let’s just say I was hoping you were still sleeping so I could wake you up with my tongue.” He takes my hand and puts it between his legs so I feel his stiff erection.
“You liked it that much?”
Kayne nods, his eyes on fire. “I think the four of us have turned a corner in our sexual relationship.”
My jaw drops. “Are you being serious? You’d do it again?”
“Again and so much more.”
“More?” I repeat.
“Mmm hmm.” He drops a kiss on my lips. “We can talk aboutmore,later. London and Jett are getting ready to leave. Come say good-bye.” He leads me down the stairs into the kitchen. That same sense of self-consciousness resurfaces when I come face to face with Jett. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Well, Sleeping Beauty finally decided to wake up,” he comments as he takes a sip of coffee.
I regard him silently as heat creeps up over my cheeks. All I can picture is him naked, tattooed, and pierced.Not good.I needto get a grip.
I grab a coffee mug and pour myself a cup, finally mustering enough nerve to answer him.
“A girl needs her caffeine fix.”
“That’s not the only fix a girl needs.” Jett pokes fun at me. I could smack him.
I roll my eyes in response instead. “And she got it.”
I throw a glance at London, and she winks. Yes, the four of us have a weird dynamic, but it works.
London’s phone chirps on the counter, and she hurries to check it. “Layla is asking for us,again.”
Jett takes one more large gulp of coffee. “That’s our cue.” He and London stand up. Adult swim is over for them.
Jett and London walk around the breakfast bar to say their goodbyes. London breezily kisses me on the cheek, like nothing unusual occurred at all. Like, I didn’t just sleep with her husband last night.
“Watching you with Jett was one of the hottest things I have ever seen,” she whispers in my ear. “And you know I have seen a lot.”
That she has. Probably more than any one person should see in a lifetime.
“Really?” I respond quietly, almost timid.
She nods, her dark-blue eyes sparkling perversely. London is always the picture of perfection outside the bedroom door. But behind it, her multifaceted persona peeks through. Her fiendish, fearless, provocative side.
When Jett hugs me, several emotions stir simultaneously—excitement, embarrassment, and a calming affection. It’s obvious I wasn’t prepared for the impact of last night, although it seems like I’m the only one who’s rattled.
“You know what, Ellie?” Jett speaks softly as he embraces me.
“What?”
“You really do taste like cupcakes,” he whispers in amusement.
I reply with a small gasp. Kayne must be sharing our secrets. He always tells me I taste like cupcakes.
