He does. And I’m jealous. I want my hands to be that close to his cock. I also want to kiss his face off for protecting me in spite of how ragged it makes him feel.
It’s catching up with him now, I can tell. I track his gaze as it starts to fixate on the door behind me. His hands as they clench into fists over and over.
Get it over with. Don’t let him fester.
I can do that. I hold out my hand. “Ready?”
He nods and takes my outstretched hand.
I rotate and tuck it against my back, like he did when he led me to his bedroom a week ago. It’s a safe place. I like it. But I’m glad of the dark when we emerge. The privacy. Even Jax doesn’t seem to notice as we approach him, too busy eyeing up Tanner, who…
Damn. He’s watching us, and there’s no doubt in my mind that he sees something. What it is, I can’t be sure, but his dark gaze is intense enough that I avert my own.
We watch Molly’s set. She brings the house down. Kai seems to enjoy it, but he’sdonethe moment her final note rings out.
He doesn’t say goodbye to Jax, he just bolts, and I move to follow, but Jax catches my arm.
“That’s the longest he’s sat down here since he moved in.”
“What?”
“The bar. He hates it.”
It’s not new information for me, and I don’t understand why Jax is offering it. “He wanted to watch Molly.”
“I know.”
“So…?”
“So nothing.” Jax reaches for his beer. “Just wanted you to know.”
It makes no sense, but I don’t care enough to stay and puzzle it out.
No. Scratch that.
I care too much.
Says who?
Logic. Common sense. But they’ve never been my friends.
I peel away from Jax and make my escape, my heart already with Kai and wherever he’s gone. Which turns out not to be far.
He’s waiting at the bottom of the stairs, sitting on the third step, twirling my “fidget stick,” as he calls it, in his right hand. Lord knows where I left it for him to have it right now. In the stairwell? In the bike rack?
No bloody clue.
In Kai’s other hand, he clutches his phone, texting with his thumb.
“Multitasking?”
“My mom.”
“She okay?”
“Think so. It’s poker night at her place right now, so she’s probably lit on my grandma’s blackberry wine.”
I open my mouth to tell him that sounds like fun, but an unscheduled tic cuts me off. A violent shudder that tweaks my neck. “Ow.”
