“What? A woman?” I ask, letting my hand drop and taking a step back so I don’t have to tilt my head so far to look at him.
“No.” He shakes his head. “A virgin.”
My eyes widen in surprise. I never told them that, but they must have pieced enough things together to figure it out.
“You are, aren’t you?” he asks, as if daring me to tell the truth.
Jagger steps up to his side and looks down at me as I swallow nervously and nod. Looking at Jagger, I admit, “That was my first kiss.” His eyes widen a fraction in surprise, making a small smile tug at my lips. “It was amazing, thank you.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
PETE
Ireadjust myself for the hundredth time as Wren smiles at me in approval. It’s getting harder and harder—literally—to hide the way my cock reacts to her, especially when she looks at me like that. Like she’spleasedwith me.
My life has been a series of shitty events: no dad, mom overdosed when I was twelve, my uncle turned me into his drug runner, and the only friend I ever had was gunned down in front of me when I was eighteen. Other than him, nobody has ever looked at me like I was worth anything.
And even he didn’t look at me like she does, like I could do no wrong. If only she knew what lengths I’d go to, to make her happy.
“Okay, let’s try this one,” she says from the seat beside me in the middle row of the SUV.
She signs the action that means her name, which mimics the flap of wings. “Wren.”
She motions toward her chest. “Want,” I tell her.
Then, with her fingertips pressed together, she bringsthem to her mouth and taps twice. I grin, knowing it means food, but instead I answer. “Kiss.”
Sly glares at me over his shoulder, but I just grin down at her reddening cheeks.
She shakes her head. “This…” she does the action again, “is food. This…” She touches her fingertips to her lips, then pulls them away. “Means kiss.”
I reach out quickly and grab her wrist, pulling her hand to my lips and kissing her fingertips. “Like this?”
Her lips part, and her breaths quicken as she stares at my mouth. I lick my lips and watch her eyes track the movement.
“We’ve just entered Lantern Hill,” Sly says, interrupting us. “We’ll be at the bar soon. We should go over the plan.”
Dex waves a hand in dismissal. “We don’t need a plan. We just go in and ask for Jack. That’s what the email said, right?”
We’d found out about Jack online; it looked like he’d be able to get us all IDs within a couple of hours, and we’d made arrangements to meet him this afternoon at a bar in Lantern Hill, Texas.
“I say you let me rough him up a little, then he’ll do whatever we want,” I say, linking my fingers together and stretching my arms forward so they can crack.
“And what if he has friends?” Sly asks. “You’ll put Wren in danger.”
“She should stay in the car with Jagger,” I say, but I quickly start picturing what they might get up to unsupervised. “Actually, I’ll stay with her.” I look down at her and wink as Sly sighs from the front seat.
“Pete, we all need IDs; they’ll have to take photos of all of us.”
I let my eyes trail down her body. I thought she looked fucking delicious in her dress, but these new clothes… Yeah, they were really working for me. My cock hadn’t stopped twitching since she stepped out of the bathroom, wearing ripped black jeans, a white crop top, and a black choker. She even had a black leather jacket to complete the look, but wasn’t wearing it now due to the heat.
This edgy look took her from sweet and beautiful to fucking gorgeous, and it was taking everything I had not to throw her into the back seat and rut her like an animal. I knew the others would kick my ass if I even tried, though, just like I’d do to them.
We were all at an unspoken standstill when it came to her. However, Jagger crossed that line this morning, and I wasn’t exactly mad about it. I was just waiting for my own chance to cross it, too.
I was positive she wanted me to kiss her. I kept finding her eyes drifting to my mouth, and the sexual tension between us was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I’ve had my share of women, especially in my younger days, but none of them actually made me feel anything. Everything was different with Wren.
I’m actually terrified of the way I feel about her, even before I met her. But I’ve never done things the usual way. I tend to get a little addicted and obsessed over things, like her. Except I already knew she was something I would always crave, always want more of.
