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“We really weren’t doing anything but talking,” Aggie said.
“What were you talking about?”
Her opening with Eric presented itself, so she took it. “Jace’s father. How he died.”
Eric glanced at Jace. “How?”
“I don’t like to talk about it,” Jace said.
“Do you have any other family?”
“Nope. No parents. No family.”
Jace wriggled to get up, but Aggie sprawled her body over his and rested her head on his shoulder. She lay there like a dead weight to keep him from avoiding this conversation.
“Did you go into foster care?” Eric asked.
“I was fifteen with a criminal record. No one wanted to open their home to a derelict. I stayed in a group home for almost three years.”
“Did you serve jail time?”
“Juvenile hall for a few months. For a couple of shoplifting charges—nothing too exciting.”
“The key to being a good shoplifter is not to get caught.”
“You shoplifted?”
“I was a holy terror as a kid,” Eric said.
Jace snorted and stopped trying to weasel out from beneath Aggie. “Nothing’s changed.”
Eric chuckled. “Maybe, but I don’t steal anymore. I’ve found other ways to get attention.”
“So you never got caught?”
“I didn’t say I was a good shoplifter. I got caught more than once. One of the many reasons I was shuffled from foster home to foster home. Never had to stay in a group home though. I hear those places are pretty rough.”
Jace shrugged. “I lived.”
“So how’d your dad die?”
“None of your bus—”
Aggie covered Jace’s mouth with her hand. “He died in a fire,” she said.
“Oh man, that would be a horrible way to go. Really sorry you lost him.”
Jace tore Aggie’s hand from his mouth. “Why? He was an abusive son of a bitch.”
“Maybe. But he was your father. I’m sure you didn’t want him to die.”
“You would be wrong.”
No, not the tough guy, Jace. Let your heart show, baby.
“Well, whatever. Are you two going to get down to business now, or do I have to go watch boring Internet  p**n ?”
And now she’d lost Eric too. This was going to be more challenging than Aggie realized. She had to lower Jace’s defenses and raise Eric’s sensitivity. No problem. Yeah, right. Maybe some sexual intimacy would work—at least for getting Jace to relax. When she kissed him, his entire body stiffened. Well, except for the part she wanted to stiffen.
She lifted her head to look at him and found him glaring at her.
“What’s wrong?”
He glanced at Eric and then back at her. “Maybe I don’t appreciate you telling people about my personal business.”
“Don’t know what the big deal is, little man. It’s cool,” Eric said. “I’m sure your past isn’t half as depressing as mine was, but who gives a f**k? It’s over, and you can’t change it, so forget about it. Don’t take it out on Aggie.”
She looked at Eric. “No, Jace is right. If I crossed the line, then he has the right to call me on it.” Her gaze shifted to Jace, who looked stunned by her words. “I apologize for interfering.” But that didn’t mean she was going to stop.
“It’s okay,” he said quietly, his eyes downcast.
This time when she kissed him, he responded with enthusiasm. He was so forgiving of everyone else. Why couldn’t he forgive himself? She kissed her way to his ear. The one on the opposite side of where Eric was lounging, so Eric didn’t overhear.
“I love you.” She felt Jace’s face grow warm against her cheek as he blushed. Ah God, he was so damn cute. She sucked his earlobe in her mouth, flicking his small hoop earring with her tongue. His c**k stirred against her hip. She brushed her nose against his face as she whispered, “Do you want Eric to leave us alone? I’ll kick him out.”
“He can stay.”
“Booyah!” Eric climbed from the bed and started removing things from the side table drawer. “I’m so f**king horny, I can hardly stand it.”
Aggie chuckled and lifted her head to peer into the drawer. “Anything cherry-flavored in there?”
“If you use all of Trey’s cherry-flavored oil, he’ll never forgive you.”
“I’ll risk it.”
Eric placed a tube in her outstretched hand.
She tossed the covers aside and slid down Jace’s body. “Your turn, baby. I owe you some pleasure after last night.”
“Did I miss something good?” Eric asked.
She drizzled cherry flavoring down Jace’s hardening cock. “You missed something phenomenal, but I wouldn’t have wanted you there anyway. The only one who gets to see me beg is Jace.”
She loved the self-satisfied grin that crossed Jace’s face. “I got plenty of pleasure out of the experience,” he murmured. “You don’t owe me—”
Jace gasped as she drew his c**k into her mouth. He was rock hard in an instant.
“Hey, wait for me,” Eric complained. He settled on the bed beside them, his head even with Jace’s hip as he observed Aggie’s motions. Aggie watched Eric out of the corner of her eye. He squirted oil in his palm and grabbed his cock, then stroked it with the same rhythm Aggie had found to pleasure Jace. She closed her eyes, focusing her attention on bringing Jace the most pleasure. She ran her hands over his narrow hips, drawing her thumbs over the ridges of his hip bones beneath his skin. He shuddered and grabbed her hair. She sucked him harder. His ragged breathing told her he was close. She pulled away and blew cool breaths over the head of his cock. Jace twitched uncontrollably for several moments until he regained control. Aggie held the base of his cock, rubbing her thumb up and down the underside. She drew the head into her mouth, working it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, applying a light suction. She listened to his breathing as his excitement built again, waiting until he was close to letting go before drawing away. She eased his legs apart, dribbled cherry-flavored oil over his balls, then sucked and licked it off until he was writhing his hips in torment.
“What do you want, baby?” she murmured, licking the crease between his balls and continuing up the underside of his cock. “Tell me.”
“Pussy,” he gasped.
She grinned. “Mine?”