Page 49 of Tempting Fate

“Where’s your room?” Patch murmurs between kisses.

“Up-upstairs.” His lips move to my jaw, and I dig my fingers in just below his shoulder blades. “Fuck, we have to get all the way upstairs.”

“Got to put this stuff away, too.”

“We’ll just drop it in the kitchen.” I part from him reluctantly and grab the bag and the blanket. “Come on.”

Patch follows me with the rucksack, and he’s never more than a foot from me, stealing kisses, as we put everything back where it belongs. I throw the blanket into the washing machine and when I turn, Patch crowds me back against the side, this time kissing me more deeply. “We said we’d go to mine.”

I tilt my head, listening. “It’s still raining.”

“But here, you—”

“You said you’d be quiet.” I raise my eyebrows. “You said you could be.”

Patch nods eagerly. “I can. I will.”

I drag him in for another kiss. This time, I let my hands wander just the way I want to, and Patch whines into my mouth when I grab his arse. Fuck, he feels good. And—I tilt my hips, the hard outline of his cock pressing against my thigh. That feels even better. I know what I want, and I know I can—

The front door opens and shuts. Patch jerks back, eyes wide.

“Jamie,” he hisses.

I don’t know how he knows it’s Jamie and not Nick, but sure enough, Jamie comes walking into the kitchen a few seconds later, shaking water droplets from his hair. He’s kicked off his shoes, but the bottom few centimetres of his trousers are damp.

He freezes when he sees us, eyes going comically wide. “I—Fuck, I didn’t—”

Patch is just as frozen, though I can still feel him against me. He’s still hard, pulse still beating a frenzy at the base of his throat. “No, we—I—”

I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. If this were anyone else, Jamie would have left. If this were anyone else, Patch would have pushed away, or told them to leave, or—

One of us has to take a risk. And with all the risks I’ve been taking lately, it seems logical that I’m the one to take that leap.

I lean back against the counter, relaxing my body again. Patch and Jamie have been staring silently at each other for the past few seconds, but now both their gazes snap to me.

“Em?” Patch says. His voice is breathy. Almost desperate.

Almost.

I study his face. Does he know what I want to ask? Does he want it too?

Like he can read my mind, he nods.

I look at Jamie again. Pure willpower is keeping him in place, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Ask, Em,” he says. Demands. Patch shakes against me.

“Jamie,” I say, measuring each word carefully. “Do you want to join us?”