When he comes back to stand close to me, I could catch on fire from the heat coming off my cheeks. His skin is more tanned now after all the time he’s spent outside, highlighting the golden strands in his hair. He pushes it back absentmindedly as he studies our work, and I swear the muscles in his stomach flex.
Oh holy fucking god.
I need to give myself a stern talking to. I’m having way too many indecent thoughts right now.
“It’s coming together.” He grins when he turns to me, and the carefree expression in his eyes takes my breath away. He pauses, his eyes scanning my face.
“You okay?” he asks me anxiously. “You look hot. Is it too much? Do you need to sit down?”
I seize on the easy out, nodding and backing away. “You know, I do feel a little warm. I’ll sit down for a minute.”
To my horror, he follows me. There’s concern on his face as he presses me into a chair, his hands heated on my skin as he cups my shoulders. “I’ll get you some water.”
“I’m fine,” I protest. There’s movement across the room as Jax, Tristan and Gray spin in their chairs, taking in Logan bent over me like some muscled blonde god with a nursing fetish.
Oh my fucking god.
Notoneof them is still wearing a top. I mean, I know it’s warm, but honestly. Do they have a thing about wearing clothes? There’s so much male flesh on display I feel like I’m letting the side down. I might need to get my tatas out to even the playing field.
And now they’re getting up.
No, please—
Here they all come. God, if they’d been this attentive to start with, I wouldn’t be sitting here with a hot flush over a little bit of skin showing from my Soul Bonded.
Tristan reaches me first as he drops down, crouching to see into my face. “Do you have a fever?” he demands. His hand reaches up to cup my forehead and I bat him away. I might be having a moment, but I haven’t completely lost my senses.
“Back off.” My voice comes out a little too high-pitched. “Personal space, Tristan!”
He rocks back on his heels as Gray leans in, studying my face. “Did we get anything from the pharmacy for fevers?” he asks Tristan.
“I don’t have a fever,” I snap irritably, losing my temper. “I’m fine. And would youplease,for the love of freaking god,put some damn clothes on!”
The silence is deafening, and I just want the ground to open me up. Tristan and Gray both stare at me, their eyes darkening.
A warm breath huffs in my ear. “Shortcake,” Jax murmurs, making me jump. “Your scent appears to be leaking.”
“Hormones,” I croak out. “Just ignore me.”
“But we could make you feel better,” Jax coaxes. I shiver as his hands land on my shoulders, sliding down my arms in a caress thatfeelsindecent, even if the touch is innocent.
Footsteps sound behind me, and I jerk away from Jax to look.
Emmett and Jess freeze against the wall. They’re creeping towards the door to upstairs, and Emmett flushes a deep red. Jess has her hands pressed over her mouth as she tries not to laugh.
“Don’t mind us,” she manages to gasp out, flapping her hand. “We’re just going to… pretend we’re not here!”
I bury my face in my hands in mortification. “Please go away.Allof you.”
My voice is muffled, but I jerk when hands land over mine, carefully tugging them away from my face and revealing Tristan. His mismatched eyes are still dark, his voice low as he runs his thumbs over mine.
“What do you need, Bonded?”
I shake my head frantically. “Nothing. I’m good. Spiffy, actually.”
Spiffy? I don’t even know what that fucking word means. Is it a word?
Jax’s fingers slide around the back of my neck, cupping the skin there possessively and squeezing. “You sure about that, shortcake?”
