Chapter 27

“If you’re half as good at fucking as you are at kissing, this is going to be a very good night,” he murmured.

Jett smiled. Together, they entered the house, Trev leading the way once they stepped through the kitchen.

He hadn’t been bold enough to sneak a peek at Trev’s bedroom while Oscar took his nap, but its coziness came as no surprise. The queen-sized bed was covered with a dark red down comforter, its thick newels reaching toward the ceiling. In the corner sat an aging upright piano, the narrow bench scarred and weathered from decades of use, but it looked completely at home amongst the antique wardrobe and nightstands.

Trev shut the door carefully behind them, its click barely audible. “I know there’s a room between us and Oscar, but it would be nice not to have to listen to his commentary about how we kept him up all night.”

Jett shrugged out of his coat and hung it on the corner post of the bed. “Maybe I should gag you, then.”