The weight of the trash bag pulls down my arm as I watch them talk, Jax’s eyes never leaving mine.
What are they talking about? Are they talking about me?
Callum looks over his shoulder and winks.
Smug asshole.
I glare back at him and he laughs again. God, what a beautiful sound.
They finish their conversation a few seconds later and he takes to the tables, cleaning up trash. Another moment later, Jax is doing the same.
My guys are with me, cleaning up trash.
I can’t wait until we get home.
CALLUM – OUR LITTLE BLANKET
Everlee,Knox,andIclimb out of the car and walk inside, falling onto the first couch we see. Emmett and Jax are on their way home. Emmett just had to lock up behind us, so it should only be a couple of more minutes.
“I’m so tired,” Everlee moans. “You know… just mentally exhausted?” She yawns.
“It was a long day for you, I’m sure.” Knox chimes in from the couch across the room.
A car door closes and seconds later, the back door is opening. “Oh, thank God. I thought you all were going to be up and wanting to chat and party and I was going to have to be the jackass who wanted to go to bed,” Emmett says, walking in and heading straight for Everlee.
She lifts her feet and lays them back on his lap when he sits. Emmett tilts his head back, resting it on the couch as he absentmindedly rubs along her legs. After a moment, he pops his head up and looks at me. “You let her wear this outfit tonight?”
Before I can even answer, Everlee is sitting up on her elbows. “Let me? You think he can control what I do?”
“He controlled you enough tonight when he had you bent over a table fucking you and wouldn’t allow you to moan.”
She sucks in a breath to defend herself, but realizes there’s nothing she can say, so she flops back down to the couch. “He can’t tell me what to wear.”
Emmett laughs. “No,thathe can’t do.”
She sits up and crawls onto his lap, straddling him, and lays her head on his shoulder. “How do you think tonight went?”
I’ve noticed recently this seems to be their thing - the cuddling- and while I’m not a jealous man, I want to be the one she cuddles into, but I suppose I can’t have it both ways. She looks at me as the domineering one of the house- the one in control. Which in most ways, that’s what I feel too, but occasionally I want the tenderness.
His eyebrows raise when he looks at her. “Great,” He looks at the rest of us, “I want to make some tweaks to the upstairs area to make it more conducive to parties. I feel like that could be a good revenue stream for us if we do it right.”
“More of these?” Jax drones from against the wall.
Knox throws a pillow at him, which he quickly bats away.
“I’m getting a drink? Anyone want one?” Jax asks, walking out of the room.
“No,” Everyone chimes, nearly in unison.
“Fine. But I’m not sharing… Everlee,” he says pointedly to her, since she always wants to nibble off our plates, or taste our drinks.
“Jax,” she chastises, sitting up from Emmett’s lap. “Sharing is caring.”
“Our family motto.” Knox sits up, pointing a finger in the air.
Everlee laughs while Jax chimes in from the kitchen, clinking glasses around. “I’m still not giving you my drink.”
She lifts her dress up off her legs, exposing her ass. “Sorry. It was pinching around my lips. Legs. I mean legs. Fuck I’m tired.”
