Burn Into Me (Into Me Series Book Two)

Chapter Twenty Three - Amo

Jet's POV

I'm not even pretending that I'm not staring at Jackson's ass in his running shorts. Or his calves that still bulge from his run. Or his shoulders. Or his arms. Or his back, since he, you know, never put a shirt back on. I'm not complaining, let me make that crystal clear.

I sip on my fucking decaf coffee (ugh, btw) as my eyes trace his back tattoo. Every time I really look at at his back piece I find some new detail I didn't notice before. Today it's the tear that runs down Icarus's face as he free-falls. I squeeze my thighs together and shift in my seat, trying to calm the ever growing heat in between my legs.

"Alrighty, babygirl, here is your single scrambled egg and single piece of toast that I really hope you don't yak up immediately," Jackson announces, turning to me with a plate of food. Those golden eyes land on mine and instantly darken. Busted. His face slowly transforms into that smirk that I know means he's trying his hardest not to bend me over this counter and fuck me senseless right here and now.

"I would really appreciate it if you two could refrain from eye-fucking in my presence," Riley groans.
"Shut the fuck up, kid," Jackson grumbles, snapping him a dirty look.
"Fuck off, Gramps," Riley barks.

We all burst out laughing.

I think that's my favorite part of this whole thing so far. There's so much laughter in the house now. Every bedroom except the baby's has a tenant. It's all cozy and warm and light around here now. I could drink this feeling down if I was able to. I just feel so incredibly loved. Safe. Wanted.

"Thank you for the food, Eros," I smile.
"Anything for you, mon ange," Jackson responds, setting the plate down in front of me. He caresses my cheek as we lock eyes again, pushing some of my hair behind my ear. He starts to pull me into him for a kiss.
Riley's voice cuts through the charged silence, deepening to sound like a narrator in a movie, "Their gaze locks on the other as he brings her in closer, his fingers brushing the loose strands behind her ear as he-"
"Riley, I have had it up to herE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT!!!" Jackson growls at him, snapping him a dirty look while motioning above his head with his hand.

We all bust out laughing again. Jackson uses this time to kiss me. His familiar taste overtakes me briefly until his lips are no longer pressed to mine. I ache for them. I want more. Jackson turns back to the stove, grabbing some more eggs from the carton. I bite into my toast, actually hungry for once. I'm 10.5 weeks right now and the morning sickness is finally starting to subside.

I'm really looking forward to my second trimester. I can't wait to feel the baby moving and finally have a real bump that I can hold tightly. I can't wait for Jackson to be able to feel our baby kick. I've also heard that sex is even better in your second trimester, so that's another plus. I have no idea how sex could feel better than it already does, but hey, I'll absolutely take it.

I force myself to focus on the room around me before I start daydreaming about Jackson making love to me. Riley has a striking resemblance to Jackson right now, focused on his iPad as he reads through another case report, sipping on his black coffee. Jackson hums along to the Bring Me The Horizon song ("Heavy Metal") that plays over our little portable speaker as he adds cut-up ingredients to the pan on the stove. The hot sizzling sound overtakes the song as Jackson lets out a little "Shit!" and jumps back away from the stove.

"Please be careful," I chide, pinching my face up.
"It's fine! Everything is fine!" Jackson tells me with fake confidence, glancing at me over his shoulder.
I scoff and roll my eyes, shaking my head at him.
"What?!" he asks defensively as he turns to face me head-on. He pops his knee and sticks his hands on his hip like the sassy asshole he is.
"If you burn my house down, I'm gonna be pissed," I tell him, stabbing some of the eggs with my fork and shoving them into my mouth.
"Oh, I'm not going to burn the fucking house down, relax," he teases, rolling his eyes at me. I snicker with him and look back down at my Kindle, getting lost in my book.