Craving More (9 page)

“If
cupcake is the new term for sex, then yes. He was definitely after more
cupcakes.”

“Damn.
I leave and you find a guy. Maybe I am a man deterrent.”

“I
refuse to listen to you talk like that. We both know why you push guys away and
can’t settle on one. You’ve been in love with my brother for so long you can’t
see the forest through the trees.” Corrine heard the sharp intake of air but
plowed on. “Besides, it isn’t like Jett’s my boyfriend or anything. He talked a
good game, got me thinking he might want to get to know me when all he really
wanted was a good romp in the woods. We fucked and it was the best sex ever,
but as soon as he found out Sam was coming for a visit he panicked. I’m surprised
he didn’t shift right on the spot and run home.”

Corrine
slumped further into her bed. Shame washed over her as she thought about what
happened that night. How she let her guard down and actually hooked up with the
guy. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t talked about getting to know her
and being friends with her brother. If he hadn’t made her hope for more even
though it was the first time they really spent time with each other. There was
a pull toward him she couldn’t explain. Something about him that made her want
to get near him. She felt it in the store but refused to put thought into it.
He seemed so interested in Kacie.

A
voice calling her name pulled her attention back to the phone.

“Rini!”
MJ snapped.

“Yeah?”

“First
off, we won’t be talking about your misguided ideas about my feelings for your
brother. At least not right now. Second and most importantly, you fucked him?
Shit girlfriend, I didn’t think you had it in you but I’m thrilled to hear it.
Not about the guy freaking out part but that you finally let your hair down.
And…was it really the best sex ever?” MJ asked in a dreamy voice.

“You
would ask that wouldn’t you?” Corrine rolled her eyes and laughed.

Corrine
and MJ talked for a while longer. Corrine tried to get more details about MJ’s
mystery man and her parents’ crazy plan. While MJ tried to get sexy hook up
details from Corrine. Something she wasn’t about to give her.
At least not over the phone.

Corrine
didn’t know how long they had spent on the phone chatting before she heard Sam
call out her name—getting louder and louder.

“CORRINE!”

“What?”
she yelled back.

“Hey
watch the volume,” MJ complained.

Sam
pushed her door open. “Let’s go. The steaks are ready and we’re waiting for
you. I thought you said you weren’t going to be that long.”

“You
could have started without me. Not like you’ve ever waited before. Besides, I’m
talking to Mary Jane.”

She
heard MJ snort. “You are so not funny.”

“Tell
Mary
Jane
you’ll talk to her later. You guys can’t even go a day without
talking can you?”

Corrine
shrugged and stuck her tongue out at her brother. Very mature of her but then
he always brought out the childish antics in her.

Sam
narrowed his eyes at her. “You know you’re being a terrible hostess. What kind
of impression are you trying to make anyway?”

“I’m
not trying to impress him at all. He is
your
friend. That in
itself
speaks volumes to his taste.
Now get out so I can finish my conversation.”

“Don’t
be a brat Corrine. Oh and tell Mary Jane ‘hey’ for me.”

Sam
spun around and left, leaving the door wide open.

“Shit.
Guess I have to go be sociable with them.” Corrine rolled to a sitting position
on the edge of the bed.

“His
friend?”

“Oh
did I forget to mention that my hookup, Jett, is Sam’s college roommate, fellow
football player and beer-chugging, girl-chasing best buddy? Sam invited him
over for homemade food and a midnight run. He got here a little while ago and
I’ve been keeping myself busy. I don’t even know how to deal with this. Just
looking at the guy makes my knees weak. Let’s not even discuss how my tiger
acts. She’s a shameless slut clawing to get out. How they can’t tell I’m about
to jump him is beyond me. It’s so bad I have to keep my back to him while I
talk or I know I’ll turn into an idiot. My nerves are completely fried.”

“Oh
honey. Make Sam go get something from the store then jump Jett’s bones. That
might help. Oh and make sure you shower before Sam comes back or he’ll smell
his friend all over you. I’d hate to see how that would go over. Actually, I’d
love to see it but since I’m here and you’re there, I can’t see and I refuse to
be left out of that fiasco.”

“Thanks,
you’re a ton of help. I’m afraid this is a huge mistake.”

“Chill,
my friend. It’ll all work out like it’s supposed to. Just remember to breathe.
Loves, Rini.”

“Loves,
Mary Jane.”

Corrine
hung up. Making a beeline into her en suite bathroom she checked herself in the
mirror. The dark red mark Jett left stood out against her lightly tanned skin.
There was no way Sam wouldn’t notice if she didn’t try to cover it. Dabbing a
small amount of foundation on it, she let her hair down and called it good. She
finished freshening up before going downstairs.
 

You can do this Corrine. Suck it up. Be
a man – uh - woman. Just pretend you aren’t attracted to him and that the
thought of having sex again isn’t crossing your mind every other minute.

With
a quick stop in the kitchen to grab the rolls she made earlier and a soda from
the fridge, she joined Sam and Jett at the patio table set up in the yard.

“It’s
about time. I’m starving,” Sam grunted.

Corrine
focused on her brother instead of the man whose heated stare she could feel
searing her body. “I needed to talk to MJ. She isn’t having the best visit and
I wanted to make sure she was okay. You know you didn’t need to wait for me.”

She
pulled out her chair and sat between the two men, her brother to the right,
Jett to the left. Figures they would sit across from each other giving her no
option but to sit between them. Scooting to the right of her seat in an attempt
to keep her knees from brushing against Jett’s, she banged into Sam.

He
looked at her quizzically before digging into his food.

A
low chuckle came from her left. Darting a look in Jett’s direction, a knowing
grin graced his lips. Realizing how silly she was being she re-situated in the
chair, brushing her legs against him. Startled by the contact she abruptly
clamped her knees together before sliding her feet under her seat. Being this
close to him was going to be hell on her body and her imagination. She silently
prayed she could make it through lunch without making a fool of herself.

Jett held back a chuckle as Corrine shifted in her
seat again. When she first sat down at the table, he had to leash the need that
crawled through him. Everything in him screamed to grab her and pull her close,
keep her next to him. Hell, he’d like to keep her on top of him, but knew she
would fight it, at least in this situation, at this particular moment in time.
Sam sat across from him watching them both. The man had a keen eye, never
missing anything. It’s what made him a great quarterback.

Jett
took solace in the only thing he could think do to. ‘Accidentally’ touching
her.

He
deliberately brushed his knee against hers sending yet another wave of heat
through him. As torturous as it was to his body, he couldn’t help but delight
in seeing the reaction in hers.

The
first time their legs brushed she pulled away, tucking hers beneath the chair.
The second and third time they touched she sat completely still, closing her eyes
as a blush slowly made its way over her face and chest. He couldn’t help but
wonder how far down the blush went. Wanting to follow it with his hands and
lips.

This
fourth time, not that he was keeping count; she turned her head in his
direction. Eyes wide open, her lips tipped at the corners. There was no blush
creeping up her skin this time. “Not finding enough room at the table Jett?”

“I’m
fine. There’s plenty of room here. Why do you ask?”

“Oh,
no reason. You just seem to keep bumping into me.”

“No
kitten, you’re the one who keeps fidgeting and bumping into me.”
 

A
shocked gasp escaped her lips. He realized too late that he called her by the
pet name. Silence filled the air around them all.

Sam
cleared his throat drawing Jett’s attention. “Hey Jett would you mind taking me
as a roomy for a while? It’ll be easier to look for a place to live and set up
shop living in town.”

Jett
glanced at Corrine to see her reaction to her brother’s news that he didn’t
want to stay with her. She clearly wasn’t surprised by Sam’s request. She just
sat there quietly sipping her soda.

“Sure
man. You’re welcome for however long.”

By
the time they were done working out most of their plans, they had finished
eating.

Pushing
his plate away, Jett patted his belly, “Damn that was good. Thanks for the
meal. Been a while since I’ve had something home cooked.”

“You
still haven’t learned to cook?” Sam had that smirky look on his face.

“And
you have?”

“I
can grill the hell out of steaks and burgers. If it involves the kitchen, you’ll
have to hit up Corrine. I was never allowed in there when she was baking or
cooking.”

“Damn
right you weren’t. You either ate it all or tried to kill it by fire. You two
are going to starve. I can’t wait to tell MJ and see how this plays out.” The
throaty sound of Corrine laughing grabbed Jett by the balls. As casually as he
could he reached down to adjust his shorts. Things were tight enough already
and her laugh was making it worse. Whoever thought being laughed at would turn
him on.

Jett
looked at Corrine, choosing to ignore his dick and its wants. “I’ve been fine
on my own up to this point. As you can see I haven’t starved yet.” He cocked
his eyebrow, daring her to look at his body. From the hungry looks she gave him
earlier, he knew she liked what she saw. When she refused he felt a stab of
disappointed.

Sam,
either oblivious to them or not that bothered by what was happening, stood.
“The best thing after a great meal is a nap. Need to be rested for the run
later.” He looked at his sister. “You want us to help?”

Corrine
pursed her lips, shooting a look of disbelief at her brother. “And have you in
my kitchen putting things where they don’t belong? No thanks.” Getting up she
snatched up her plate, leaving them and their dishes behind.

Shooting
Sam a questioning look the only answer he got was a shrug and a lopsided grin.

“I
guess we just need to bring in our things. Come on inside. She’s still got
those huge couches in the basement. Perfect for a cat nap.”

Jett
picked his beer and plate up and followed Sam inside. Corrine was at the
counter, music pumping through her ears again. Her back stiffened the moment he
stepped inside. Proving, yet again, that she was just as aware of him as he was
of her.

At least she isn’t completely
oblivious.

Instead
of going to her like he wanted, he tossed the beer in the trash, set his plate
on the counter next to her and made his way downstairs after Sam.

“Thank
god she didn’t get rid of these like she was talking about. I would have had to
disown her. I bet anything it was MJ’s idea anyway.” Turning the TV on Sam
threw himself down on one of the massive couches letting out a contended sigh.
“MJ hates anything I like.”

Jett
chuckled plopping down on the other couch. “I think I need to hear more about
this MJ. She sounds like a big part of your life.”

“What!”
Sam practically yelled. “Not my life! My sister’s life! They’re best friends.”

Jett
narrowed his eyes; something was definitely up with that. “Calm down dude. All
I meant was that I’ve heard Corrine mention her and you mention her so she must
be important to the family.”

“Oh.
Sure. Yeah, she’s been around forever. Sorry.” Sam settled back into the couch
and flipped to a sports channel.

They
both settled into silence. The cool room, comfy couch and mindless show helped
relax Jett more than he’d ever been in the last few years. It was easy to get
lost thinking about everything and nothing all at the same time.

He
was so lost in his thoughts that when Sam spoke; he jumped a little in his
seat. “Are you feeling it too?”

Shit.
Jett cringed thinking about the conversation they were about to have.
He thought Sam might be a little suspicious but wasn’t sure since he hadn’t
said something. The odd looks Sam shot his way during lunch and how he seemed
to study him and Corrine gave him reason to pause.

He
cleared his throat and cast a nervous glance at his friend. “Feeling what?”