As if he was one to talk. Lucas had more issues than Playboy magazine.

I was sure they were wrong. Shit like this didn’t just happen — it was a sign. There was a change in the air, a little more heat in the thick summer breeze. The Fates were weaving a new pattern into our lives, every thread tangling us a little closer to inevitable destiny.

Or maybe I was overthinking and waxing poetic. I was just pleased to be getting a little excitement in the midst of the summer doldrums. Watching Jess lean all over my car in those sexy little shorts and barely there bikini top had gotten my brain churning.

Whether or not Jess was here to stay, I needed to work out a little frustration.

I caught Jason when he was coming out of the shower, pinning him against the wall in the hallway with a towel around his waist and his hair still dripping.

“Oh, fuck.” His breath hitched as I gripped him through the towel, teeth grazing over his neck. I caught his ear in my teeth, biting softly at first, but then harder as I moved my mouth down his throat. His arms twined around my neck and tangled into my hair, pulling it when I bit down hard on his shoulder.

“I need you upstairs,” I said.

“One second, I’ll —”

My arm snapped up, gripping his throat. I pressed my forehead to his so he couldn’t avoid my gaze and snarled, “No, now.”

That got a grin out of him.

I shoved him on the bed the moment I got him into the attic. I climbed on top of him, and he shoved his hands against my chest, trying to wrestle his way on top. I was taller, but he was doubtlessly stronger than me. The time he spent at the gym had honed his muscles to perfection.

Perfection in my eyes; he’d probably protest that declaration.

But strong as he was, he let me pin him. He needed to be overcome; he craved it. Held down, used and dominated, spared the struggle of being in control.

Not unlike Jess. The two of them were more alike than he cared to admit.

“You’ve been brooding for hours,” I said, leaving the words in kisses and bites on his chest as I held his wrists pinned at his sides. He sucked in his breath sharply when I moved my mouth low on his abdomen, tracing my tongue below his navel, then biting him again. His muscles were rigid, veins swollen. When I tugged the towel away and tossed it aside, his cock was already hard. Long and veined, with a striking redness when he was erect. It made my mouth water for a taste of him.

“Haven’t been brooding,” he muttered, but the words died on his tongue when I took him into my mouth.

I preferred him a little dirty, but fresh out of the shower was nice too. His hips twitched as I took him deep into my throat, savoring the struggle of consuming his entire length. I curled my tongue along his shaft, popped him from my mouth, and said, “You don’t fool me. Jess has been on your mind all day.”