“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says loftily, but she grins at me when he turns around. “Go home, Si. I’ll call you tomorrow.Latetomorrow.”
Emmett whispers in her ear, and she turns scarlet. “Maybe tomorrow evening!” she calls, her voice pitching higher as I bite back a laugh.
Tristan wraps his arm around me as we make our way to the car, fussing until I’m settled in with Jax on one side of me and Logan on the other. Gray slides into the seat opposite us as Tristan pulls out, heading for home.
I smooth down the material of my dress. This one actually seems to have escaped relatively unscathed. Maybe my run of bad luck with dresses is finally over.
My nerves start to ratchet up as we get closer to home. Jax captures my hand in his, rubbing his thumb over my skin and stopping me from chewing on my nail.
“Nearly home,” he soothes. “How’s your head?”
I blink. “It’s fine.”
Gray leans forward, his hand rubbing my knee in what I’m pretty sure he thinks is comfort. “You need rest, Sienna.”
This is not the pre-sexy times, sexy talk I was expecting, to be honest.
And like hell is Erikkson taking that from me, too.
As we pull through the gates, Tristan meets my eyes in the rearview mirror. “What are you planning, Bonded?”
It’s slightly unnerving how much he picks up. As it is, I shrug casually. “Oh, you know. It’s been a long night.”
His eyes narrow. “Hmm.”
Casually, I climb out of the car, accepting Logan’s hand. Tristan slams his door and leans against it, his arms crossing as he watches me. Gray goes to open the door, holding it open as I move towards him. My heels click on the steps, and I pause in the doorway.
“Shortcake?” Jax asks from behind me. “What do you need?”
I wriggle pathetically. “My dress… it feels like I can’t breathe, Jax. Can you undo it?”
His breath ghosts across my neck. “Baby, you know how much I love peeling you out of these things.”
His fingers unhook the row of small buttons until my bodice gapes dangerously and I hold it up, smiling at him over my shoulder. “Thanks.”
Gray sucks in a breath as I walk past him.
Then I drop the dress completely, letting it billow to the floor in a shimmer of blue fabric.
The choked sounds behind me are completely, utterly worth the time it took to find this underwear. For good measure, I shimmy, showing off the matching blue panties to go with my dress.
“You like them?” I ask casually. “I think they go well with the heels.”
Stepping out of my dress, I leave it where it is for the moment, and head down the hall, wearing nothing but my heels and underwear. I hear shuffling footsteps and hissed whispers, and I swallow my grin as I place my heel on the stairs and turn around, raising my eyebrow.
“Consider this yourofficialinvite into my nest. The entry fee is orgasms.Lotsof orgasms.”
Jax swipes a hand over his face. “I want to carry you up,” he says hoarsely. “But I want to watch you walk up those steps with that perfect ass more. Are you sure? Tonight—,”
“I’m sure.” I interrupt. “He doesn’t get to take anything else away from me, Jax.”
His eyes flash. “Well then. Lead the way, shortcake.”
Gray and Logan nod, but my eyes flick to Tristan. He’s holding back, his face shadowed in the light from the hall lamps.
“And you?” I challenge him.
He takes a lazy, slow step forward. “I hope you can move fast in those heels, Bonded,” he rumbles. “Because once we have our hands on you, we’re not going to stop.”
