“Every time you disobey an order, I’m sticking my tongue inside you. It’s not a chore. But you might not like an audience. And if we’re not out there in two minutes, the others will move the meeting in here.”
Pushing his face away from my groin, I lift my foot, admitting defeat. He pulls my panties up my legs, fixing them in place, not missing the chance to brush his fingers against my pussy. I narrow my eyes, and he grins, flashing me a blinding smile that disarms me, momentarily stunning me into silence.
When he smiles at me like that, it’s like I’m basking in the most heavenly sunshine. It’s like a luminous light that shines only for me. My heart pumps faster, my breathing stops and starts, and my resolve weakens. His face draws me in, like it has on countless other occasions, and I’m leaning toward him before I’ve even registered the movement.
“Baby.” Standing, he cups my face. “I’ve waited five long weeks for this.” He lowers his mouth, and his lips are mere millimeters away from mine when I wake up.
I duck down at the last second, slipping out of his embrace as he kisses air.
Holy shit.
I’ve seriously got to keep my distance from him.
Because his sexual allure is like a spell. One I’m powerless to resist.
And I’m determined to be stronger this time. He doesn’t get to betray me and have me again.
This time we’re playing by my rules.
And he’ll learn that lesson the hard way.
CHAPTER TEN
“Stop getting your panties in a bunch,” I tell Sawyer. “I called Xavier on Sunday night when we were in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska. I had no clue where we were heading because the guys refused to tell me. Xavier doesn’t know where we are,” I huff out. “Unfortunately.”
“For his sake, I hope he doesn’t,” Sawyer replies.
“Are you threatening him?” I lower my voice, stepping up close. “Because I’ll fuckingend youif you harm one purple hair on his head.”
“There’s the sass I’ve missed so much,” Jackson says, finally making an appearance. He saunters toward me with that infamous shit-eating grin of his, his messy blond hair tousled all over his face and those mischievous blue eyes raking me in from head to toe.
I fling my arms around his neck, stretching up to nuzzle my mouth into his neck. “I missed you too. So, so much.” I cling to him, pressing my body flush against his, feeling imaginary daggers embedding into my back the more I hold onto him.
It takes Jackson all of point five seconds to notice the obvious change to my silhouette. “Holy fucking shit, beautiful.” He holds me at arm’s length, his eyes almost bugging out of his head as he ogles my boobs. “Your tits are fucking fantastic.”
“I had a feeling you might like,” I tease, gripping onto his waist as I shamelessly flirt with him.
“Can I feel?” he asks, making a cupping motion with his hands as he waggles his brows.
“If you want to eat shit for the rest of your life,” Kai replies, injecting himself into our conversation.
“You can feel,” I blurt, wanting to take back control. Before Kai can protest, I grab Jackson’s hands, planting them firmly on my chest. His heated gaze meets mine for a split second, and then he’s gone.
In the blink of an eye, he’s thrown to the floor, landing unceremoniously on his butt. He curls into a ball, clutching his stomach and cracking up laughing.
“You’ll pay for that,” Kai says, pulling me back, and he’s practically dripping in rage.
“Bite me.”
“I’ll do more than that,” he says, and my body hums with expectation.
“Oh, God.” Sawyer emits a frustrated sigh. “I can’t believe we’re back to this.” He shakes his head.
“She’s a fucking handful,” Rick agrees, and I swing for him. This time, he’s ready, and he holds my fist in his hand, halting my punch before it makes contact.
“It’s his fault too!” I protest.
“And now, you sound like a whiny three-year-old.”
