Not with him. Not with any of them. But I can’t stop.
Not when he feels this good.
Not when his scent is in my lungs, his hands scorch my skin, his weight pins me down.
Not when he’s kissing me as though he owns me.
And I fucking love it.
His lips tear away from mine, dragging lower, marking a path down my throat. I feel the smirk curl against my skin.
“You talk too much,” he rasps. “Good girls know when to talk and when to shut their mouths.”
I don’t even get the chance to snap back before his teeth scrape over my pulse point. Heat explodes through me, sharp and filthy. Fuck, if this is what bad girls get, put me on the naughty list.
A moan slips free, betraying me, and his whole body goes taut.
Then—just like that—he’s gone.
I blink up at him, dazed, panting, still burning from his touch. Graham’s chest heaves, gray eyes stormy, jaw locked tight as he stares down at me—on the edge of saying something, on the edge of doing something.
Instead, he steps back.
Fucking. Steps. Back.
His hands curl into fists at his sides, nostrils flaring, fighting to breathe me out of his system. Fighting because he already knows this was a mistake.
Cold slams into me the second he’s gone. And I hate it.
I hate that I already want him to do it again.
He rakes a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply through his nose. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
My stomach tightens.
“Too late,” I whisper.
CHAPTER 27
Willow
“You didn’t answermy text, Jinx,” Daisy says as she laces up her skates next to me. “I’m feeling ignored.”
I glance over at her, before my gaze tracks back—again—to my three jailers.
I’m honestly surprised they even let me come to practice. Shocked, actually.
But if their stiff shoulders, crossed arms, and unrelenting glares are anything to go by? They’re not happy about it.
The tension between us isn’t fading. It’s rising. Building higher and higher, every second I spend trapped with them. Graham kissing the freaking life out of me and then walking away left me in need of B.O.B.—my battery-operated-boyfriend. At least Bob can be trusted.
But even with that, it only took a little of the edge off, and I’m going to lose my damn mind because of it.
I need sex.
That’s the only thing that makes sense. I haven’t had any since Landon. Haven’t let anyone touch me. And now? Now I’m not just craving Finn in ways that make my skin crawl, I’m cravingthemtoo.
I’m lusting after the men holding me here. My goddamn bodyguards.
