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made a gentle counterpoint to the steady beat of her heart, the soft puffs of her breath. He cupped her cheek in his hand, tangled his fingertips in her hair and held her still, plundering the richness of her mouth, inhaling her breath, tasting her flavors.
    She groaned and leaned closer, pressing her breasts against his chest, rubbing the slight curve of her belly against his groin, and he knew kissing wasn’t going to be enough. Not now. He helped her out of her clothing, and Addie did the same for him. Fingers flying over fastenings and zippers, tugging and shoving until both of them stood amid a pile of discarded pants and shoes, knives and swords and everything in between.
    Jett swept her up in his arms and carried her to the pool. There were wide steps at this end, and he walked into the warm water. It was deeper than he expected—as tall as he was, the water still hit him mid-chest, and Addie floated in his arms. She dipped her head back, wetting her silvery hair and the thick dark lashes around her amazing deep brown eyes.
    The black streak in the front of her hair glistened, but with it slicked close to her skull, with her lashes spiky from the water, she looked like a fragile waif in his arms, not five feet ten inches of demon hunting fulcrum. He so rarely had her to himself that he savored this quiet moment. He loved Locan as much as he loved Addie—she was the one, after all, who had convinced the two of them that what they felt wasn’t hate but blind, driving lust for one another. That lust had so easily converted to love that it made him wonder sometimes why he and Locan had never figured it out on their own.
    But the love between Locan and Jett was different than what he felt for Addie. He wanted to hold her close, to protect her, to keep her safe, which was pretty stupid, considering what the three of them did. Hunting demons wasn’t a safe occupation any way you looked at it. His love for Locan was different—it had become an integral part of him, demanding and fulfilling, but not all-consuming. If either of them wanted to go off and screw someone—or something—else, it wasn’t a deal-breaker, because they each knew the other would always come back. He wondered if Addie felt the same way, or was she more possessive?
    She hadn’t seemed to mind when Locan left with Pele, but maybe she just hadn’t known what to say. So he said it for her. “Does it bother you that Locan’s with Pele?” He kissed her before she could answer, and she was laughing when he finally pulled away.
    “Do you want me to answer?” She smiled softly when he shrugged, and hugged him tightly around the neck. “If you’d both gone with her, I’d be jealous, but no. I’d rather he was here with us, but it doesn’t bother me. Should it? I know they have unfinished business. Maybe tonight he’ll finish it, or maybe he’ll discover that he needs to visit Hawaii more often. It doesn’t change how I feel about Locan, and I doubt it will change how he feels about us. As long as it’s something he wanted, not something Pele’s forcing on him. She’s very powerful.”
    “Locan’s no wimp. He’ll be okay. You can’t fake a boner like his.” She laughed softly. “I wouldn’t know,” she said, running her fingers over his chest and then twisting lightly out of his grasp. The water was almost to her chin. Grabbing his fingers, she pulled Jett to a shallower spot and gently shoved him over until he lay on his back, floating lightly. His cock was a rigid pole thrusting up from his groin. Addie held him gently with one hand beneath his back, the other cupping his buttocks. He floated there, surprisingly at peace, considering how aroused he was.
    Then Addie leaned close and took him in her mouth, and every muscle in his body clenched. He hadn’t expected the warm clasp of her lips, the heat and pressure as she sucked against his thick length. He should have, but he’d relaxed entirely, floating in the warm, soothing pool