“Yea. I thought it was weird too, but whatever.” Knox turns back to the fridge to see if he can find anything else.
“He carried me home. Well, most of the way.”
Jax looks at me but doesn’t speak. Look was probably being too friendly. Glare is probably a better description.
“How’s Emmett?” I ask quietly.
Jax’s head snaps in my direction as his glare has turned into a scowl. “What do you care?”
“I do. He saved my life. Jordan was definitely going to find me before he did. So I wanted to say thank you.”
“Save your thank yous.”
“Jax,” Knox softly reprimands.
“What Knox? What? She’s been in our lives for hours, not including whatever the fuck you were doing with her last night on stage, and she’s already caused a riff. This is our family and she… she’s going to destroy it!”
I push away from the counter, quickly, hunger getting the better of me. “Fuck you! I never wanted to be here. I never wanted you to come after me, or anyone else. I didn’t ask for any of this.”
Jax rushes me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head, while his hips press me to the wall. “You didn’t ask for this?” His face inches ever closer, lips parted ever so slightly. “Then you should have fucking kept your light ball to yourself. Fucking true fae.”
We stare at each other for a moment, breathing one another in. Goddess, he’s beautiful in a shadowy and callous kind of way. My pussy clenches as moisture pools in my panties. I know I should fear him right now, but… he’s turning me on.
Fuck Everlee, get control of yourself.
Jax huffs and drops my hands before walking away. “I’m going upstairs. Take Emmett a blood bag in an hour. He’ll be in his room for the foreseeable future untilshe’sgone.”
The way he says she makes me flinch.
“What’s his deal?” I ask when he’s out of sight. I don’t care if he can hear me or not.
“He’s always like that. Kind of a grump. Him and Emmett are close, which is kind of funny since they’re supposed to be sworn enemies.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too…”
Callum comes bouncing down the stairs wearing a pair of black joggers low on his hips, tugging a white t-shirt over his head. His hair is slicked back and his abs are on display for a second before the shirt drops and I nearly moan out in my seat. I saw hints of tattoos on his chest and on his hips, working their way down, and I want to see more. See them up close. Know what they look like and mean. I swallow hard when I follow the trail down to his…
My head falls to the counter.
His package. His dick. It’s bouncing around freely in his pants like a flag that says, salute me. That thing is… I whimper this time. A loud, audible, fucking whimper. Oh my goddess. “Fuck me.”
“Everything ok?” Callum asks, with humor playing on his voice.
“Fucking, no Callum. Your cock obviously,” Knox says, throwing his hands in the air. “Here I am trying to prepare her a nice dinner and you come down inthosepants with your gigantic cock swinging all over the place. You know those joggers do nothing to hide your man candy. Why do you think women love fall so much? Hint. It’s not because of the sports. Sweater weather and pumpkin spice, my ass. Jogger Froggers. That’s what they love. Watching cocks bounce around freely like a frog inside of those joggers.” He flicks his hand from side to side, simulating a cock bouncing around. “And no boxers Callum. Seriously!”
“I…” There was too much to process. Jogger froggers? No boxers?
“See!” Knox continues, “Robbed her of her breath.”
“Do I need to change?” he asks, holding back a chuckle.
My eyes go back and forth between the two of them, completely in shock. “I… no. No. NO!” Why am I yelling? “I mean, if you want to, but no. I don’t want- need. I don’t need you to change.”
Callum laughs, “Ok then. Do you mind?” he asks, pulling up the stool beside me.
I nod, unable to speak.
“What are you cooking for us, Knox?”
