Even when she’d met Jason, whom at one stupid point she thought she’d marry, she hadn’t wanted him this badly. She hadn’t felt his hands on her skin even when he was across town.She hadn’t craved his kiss or thought about his lips the way she couldn’t stop doing with Saint.
Goose bumps erupted under his thumb, still making circles behind her shoulder. She was helpless to think of anything but the way that same thumb stroked over her clit the other night.
Maybe she needed to fuck him for real to get him out of her system. One good fuck, no one would ever find out about, then she could go about her life and move on.
Keep telling yourself that, girl.
“Some drama,” he said in a low voice while Zach spoke to Lindsey in the same tone.
Mel frowned. “Uh, anyone want to clue me in?” When Zach looked her way, she batted her lashes. Somehow, her chest seemed larger than it did five seconds ago. Was she arching her back?
Breathe. He’s not yours.
Not hers either.
Beth hid a smile at her internal bitchiness.
“Sorry, Mel,” Zach said. “No can do. Club business.”
Her expression darkened to a menacing scowl.
Is this what she wanted? To be on the inside? Did she even have feelings for Saint, or was her mission strictly to become an ol’ lady to gain deeper access to the club?
Saint shrugged. “You know how it goes. Sorry to do this, but we gotta steal Lindsey and Beth from you.”
Mel pouted, full-on, toddler-style pouted with her lip sticking out and her doe eyes blinking at Saint.
“Hey, Saint, why don’t you follow Mel home just to be extra cautious?” Zach said. “Copper and I will head to the clubhouse, and you can meet us there.”
Now Beth had the urge to pout, but she squashed it. She was a damn adult, after all.
The way she lit up, someone would have thought Zach offered her a million dollars.
Saint’s fingers flexed against Beth’s shoulders, pressing in just slightly before he released her. A wordless message she felt all the way to her bones. “Sure, I can do that.” His voice was flat. Unreadable. But his hands had said what his mouth couldn’t.
Mel had a victorious smile as if she’d just beaten Beth in a boxing match. Or maybe that was Beth projecting how she’d feel in Mel’s place.
Ugh.
He’s. Not. Yours.
If she thought it enough, maybe it would penetrate her thick skull.
“I’m done eating anyway,” Melody said as she stood. She came over and wrapped herself around Saint’s arm like a koala.
Beth clenched her teeth so hard her jaw popped, and Lindsey side-eyed her.
“I’ll go take care of the bill,” Zach said. “Meet you two outside.” He wandered over to the hostess stand to pay their check.
Beth pushed her chair back and stood. “Let’s go.”
“Really?” Lindsey gaped up at her. “You don’t want to finish?”
She’d only eaten half her food but couldn’t stand to look at it any longer, even though it was delicious. “No, I wanna know what’s going on.”
“Okay. Yeah, good point.” She placed her napkin on the table and stood. “Let’s go.”
Irrational anger swirled deep inside Beth. All she wanted was to get the hell away from Melody as fast as possible, but that meant the woman would be leaving with Saint. He’d be following her to her house, where they’d be alone. And Melody was a damn octopus, hands flying all over Saint like she was marking herterritory. Beth’s nails bit into her palms. She couldn’t make eye contact with him. If she did, he’d see everything, the jealousy, the possessiveness, the irrational fury at watching another woman touch what her body had already decided was hers.
