With Jax’s help, Keane wraps my legs around his waist and stands up. I marvel at the amount of strength that must take. He grips both of my ass cheeks to hold me in place and kicks his pants fully off. Jax tucks himself back in his jeans but leaves them unzipped, then locates his glasses and slides them on.
“Where are we going?” I ask Keane as he starts walking us out of the living room.
“My bed.”
I snuggle down in his arms and enjoy the ride, giving Dante a finger wave as we pass by. He’s standing guard at the front door with another man I don’t recognize. They don’t even blink when Keane, his bare ass on display, carries me up the stairs that lead to the east wing of rooms.
Wrapping an arm around Keane’s neck, I reach out to Jax, needing him connected to this moment and sharing in what’s about to happen. What Iwantto happen. Badly.
I hope Liam doesn’t mind waiting more than two hours.
We’re six steps up the curved staircase when Keane abruptly stops.Shit. Did I just say that out loud?I really need to stop doing that.
“He’s here?” Keane’s voice is edged with anger.
“Uh, yeah. Rover parked outside the south wall.”
“Dante.” Keane clips out his name. “Go grab that motherfucker and bring him here. But keep it quiet.”
Dante is already heading out the front door before Keane finishes.
“Keane, dammit, this—umph.”
My breath is knocked out of me when my back is slammed against the wall, Keane’s big body impaling me in place.
He snakes a hand around my neck and grips tightly. “I could smell him on you the moment you walked in the fucking door.” He grinds his cock on me, hitting a place on my already sensitive clit that has me literally seeing stars.
Jax stands on the step below us, blocking the view from the other guy and for anyone else who happens to walk by or come through the front door.
“Keane,” I whimper with need and berate myself for not having stripped down in the living room when he did. If I had, he’d be balls deep in me by now, and I’d be riding his massive cock to another violent orgasm. “Liam is my bodyguard,” I pant out, my eyes rolling back for a completely different reason that has nothing to do with being irritated by his jealousy.
Ingrained defiance has me lifting my chin until our eyes meet. “Just because I was with him, doesn’t mean I’m notyours.” I tilt my face toward Jax. “Or Jax’s, or... Rafe’s.”
Keane’s chest collapses when his pent-up breath releases. “Damn you, Andie,” he says, swiping his tongue across the seam of my lips, before placing a chaste kiss to where Liam broke the skin.
I bring our faces together, his dark, mahogany hair like silk against my skin. “Go put on some pants,” I tell him. “There are a lot of things we need to talk about. I also want to check on Rafe.” I tug on his top lip with my teeth. “We’ll finish what we started later.”
He nods, allowing me to untangle my legs from around his waist and slide them down his body until they reach the solid ground of the step.
“Keane?” I call as he goes around Jax and bounds down the stairs to head to the living room to grab his trousers.
He looks up at me, and I get lost in just how handsome he is. My eyes linger for a moment on his still hard dick, and my pussy curses my stupid mouth for mentioning that Liam was nearby.
“Ready to set the world on fire with me?”
He sends me a boyish smile. “Always, Tinker Bell.” Then he disappears around the corner, just as the front door opens, and Liam and Dante enter.
“For fuck’s sake,” Liam says when he sees Jax standing on the stairs with me and notices my disheveled appearance. “Can’t you go one day without fucking her?”
Jax grins.
Chapter 23
Sitting at Max’s grandiose desk with my feet propped up and ankles crossed, I survey his office with new eyes. He was such a pretentious asshole. A glutton for power and respect. He was also a tacky decorator. The room is all dark brown furniture, leather chairs, and deep red upholstery. It’s what I’d expect the waiting room for a sleazy gentlemen’s club to look like. Max never allowed me inside this room, so I’d always been curious about it. Seeing it now, I’m completely underwhelmed.
I pick up the solid gold letter opener and begin carving a message into the woodgrain of the desk, just like my name was carved into the flesh of Max’s chest. When it doesn’t mark the wood like I want, I bend down and pull the hem of my leggings up. I take out Jax’s knife and continue, while simultaneously dialing Tessa’s number.
“He still hasn’t woken up,” she answers, knowing exactly why I’m calling.
