Page 70 of Jealous Guy

“Yeah, I had cereal.”

He cocks his head at me accusingly. “Did you put the milk in first?”

I consider lying to rile him up, but the milk thing is part of an apology I made to him, and I take that kind of thing seriously. “Nope, cereal first.”

The admission does things to his face that make my knees weak. His head bows and his cheeks color. The little line near the corner of his lips deepens.

I’ll put the cereal in first for the rest of my life if it makes you look at me like that.

The telepathic link doesn’t seem to work because I don’t hear anything back. Instead, Orion turns his back on me again, and my dick jumps to attention. I move to him without consciously deciding to. My hands are on him one second, and the next, I’ve manhandled him to the nearest wall and have him pressed against it. His hands are up near his face, palms flat, and he has his face turned to the side so I can see just enough of it to know that I want to kiss him badly.

I paw at him, groping his ass cheeks, leaving pink marks on pale skin. I get my hands in his pants, one in the front, one in the back, and sigh. His skin is sublime. Velvety smooth and warm. So good, so intoxicating that I can’t stand the thought of anything coming between us anymore.

I whisper things to that effect in his ear before thinking them through. “I’m going to the clinic this afternoon,” I tell him. “Going to get tested so I can fuck you raw.”

Orion goes still and then lifts his head from the wall. “You want to come in me?”

The question turns me on in ways that make me feel more feral than human.

“Yes, O,” I growl into his ear. “I want to come in you. I want to come in you, over and over and over. I want to come in you so much and so often that your DNA recognizes mine and alters.”

His eyelids close hard and open quickly. “Um.” Shit. That was too much too soon. “Uh, Jordan, if we do that, then you can’t… If it’s like that between us…” His expression is hard to read. Kind of firm. Almost as though he’s laying down the law in a way he isn’t sure I’ll like. “Then, then you can’t be with anyone else.”

Anyone else?

Anyone else?

Do people other than Orion still exist?

I guess theoretically they do, but not for me. Definitely not for me.

“That’s what I want, Orion,” I reply, speaking fast.

He turns around, leaning back against the wall and facing me head-on. He studies my eyes, the left one and then the right, a clear question in his gaze, letting me know that he isn’t sure what to expect from the conversation we’re having.

To set him at ease, I spell it out to him. “Just you and me. That’s what I want. You and me, only. I don’t want anyone else, and I…I, well, I very specifically don’t want you to be with anyone else either.”

His eyes crease at the corners and he pins his bottom lip with his teeth, releasing it slowly. “Very specifically, huh?”

“Yes. Very specifically.”

His gaze falls briefly to my lips and flits up to my eyes again. “Can I ask you something?”

“You know you can, O. Anything.”

“Have you been, like, jealous or whatever, since I came out?”

I drop my head and look down at my feet as unpleasantness pools in my belly. Jealousy isn’t an emotion I’m proud of, and I’m not exactly proud of a lot of my recent behavior either. I tap my foot lightly against his to establish contact and shuffle to get a little closer to him. I let my temple rest against his and turn my head away from him slightly because I don’t feel like I can face him.

“You know I’m jealous,” I say quietly.

He wraps an arm loosely around me, gaining a little space from me, and reaches up to raise my chin, forcing me to look at him. A soft, heated gaze meets mine and smooths down rough edges.

It makes me feel safe enough to be honest. “I told you a long time ago that I was.”

“Yeah, but that was different.”

“It was different, but I’m the same.” I raise both shoulders in an apologetic shrug. “I’m still jealous when it comes to you.”