“Ugh.” A scowl washes over Bree’s face. “I can hear you, and I still haven’t recovered from that time you fucked in the car in front of me.” A shiver crawls over her. “It totally grossed me out, and I still owe you payback.”
Ares sits up straighter, looking instantly intrigued.
“You got your payback.” Jase waggles his finger in her face. “I still have visions of you bouncing up and down on that idiot’s cock on our couch, naked as the day you were born, and the sounds you were making will haunt my nightmares forever.”
“Ha!” Bree’s grin is smug. “Serves you right.”
Jase pins me with a sultry look. “I’m making a new rule. Car sex every time we are in a vehicle with Bree, and we’re gonna be dirty and loud.” He smirks at his sister as his hand lands on my thigh. “Let her get a taste of her own medicine.” A wicked glint appears in his eye as he stares behind my head at Ares. “We could tag team if you were into sharing, but I guess you can watch and take pointers.”
“Fuck off, Stewart. I know how to please my woman. If anyone is taking pointers, it’ll be you.” Ares loops his hand around my shoulder, tugging me in closer to his side. Jase’s hand moves higher on my thigh, and Ares clenches his jaw as they face off.
“Oh, boy.” Bree giggles as she looks between them. All she’s missing is a bucket of popcorn.
Ares turns my head and claims my lips in a passionate kiss that curls my toes and warms up every inch of me. If he’s trying to make a point, it’s well made.
“Um, ah, are you ready to order?”
I whip my head around at the unfamiliar female voice, not in the least bit embarrassed when I spot her red cheeks and the curious looks from other tables. Grabbing the menu, I order the first pasta dish I see. Our waitress is close to my age, I would guess, and she’s having a hard time tearing her eyes away from Ares and Jase. I don’t blame her. I suffer the same infliction myself. Her eyes lower to where Jase has his hand high on my jean-clad thigh before darting to Ares’s hand curled possessively around one shoulder. I flash her a grin, and her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red.
We are probably traumatizing her for life. Or giving her ideas.
The others order quickly, and the poor girl scurries from the table with her face on fire.
Bree bursts out laughing. “I wish I had recorded that. It was priceless.”
I flip her the bird with a wide grin. A girl could get used to this. I’m guessing something went down between the guys, and I would love to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation.
“There will be other opportunities,” Jase says, popping a piece of bread in his mouth. “Ares is the competitive type.”
Now it’s my stepbrother’s turn to flip his middle finger up. “You’re just jealous my dick is bigger and pierced.”
Jase cups his junk. “No dick envy here. I more than hold my own. Just ask Ash.”
“Nope.” I fix them with a warning look. “We’re not comparing dick sizes. Not now. Not ever. All three of you are packing, and I’m never unsatisfied. That’s all that matters.”
Mention of Chad instantly sours Ares’s mood, and he pulls his arm back, letting it hang at his side.
“Okay, that’s it.” I turn to face him. “It’s time to tell us the rest.” I cross my arms and slant him with a stern look. I mean business, and he needs to know we are talking about this now. “Why do you hate Chad so much?”
A muscle pops in his jaw as he claws a hand through his hair.
“Ares,” I growl a minute later when he still hasn’t spoken.
“Why do you think?!” he snaps, earning daggers from Jase.
“I don’t know!” I wave my hands in the air. “That’s why I’m asking!”
He grinds his teeth and rubs at his tense jaw. “He was in on it!” he blurts. “Chad was involved. Jasper Baldwin was trafficking little kids, and Chad was helping him to do it.”
ChapterEighteen
Jase
“Are you insane?” I glare at the asshole sitting on the other side of Ashley. “Chad had nothing to do with it! And I seriously have my doubts about Jasper too. If he was trafficking right under our noses, we would’ve known about it.”
“Not if he was working for The Luminaries and they were covering his ass!” Ares slams his fist down on the table.
Ashley covers his clenched fist with her hand, unfurling his fingers one at a time. “Please stay calm. There is no point shouting at one another. We aren’t the enemy.” She looks at both of us. “You’d do well to remember that. We are trying to get to the truth here. Can we please do it without drawing attention to ourselves?” She subtly nods at our surroundings, and it’s a timely reminder. I requested this table on purpose as it’s tucked in the back and private. The other diners may not be able to hear what we are saying, but they can still see us. Ares’s table-slamming stunt has garnered attention we don’t need.
