It’s intense. Electrifying.
I kiss her neck. She gasps. Arches.
“Zeff—”
She pulls my shirt over my head. Her hands are on my chest. My shoulders. Everywhere.
And the whole time, she keeps glancing at Jax. Making sure he’s watching.
He is. Eyes dark. Jaw tight. But he doesn’t leave.
When I start fucking her, Jax is tense. She focuses on me, kissing me, touching me. I get off knowing that I’m part of this little game she’s playing.
When I’m rubbing her clit, demanding her to come on my dick, she pulls me down and kisses me through her orgasm. I ride the wave with her and come all over her stomach. That’s when Jax leaves. She grins up at me, blushing like she can’t believe she just did that.
I kiss her nose and say, “That was really hot, Tiger.”
“Do you think he’s mad?”
I shrug. “Nah.”
Later, I’m in the kitchen with Jax, and Tiger’s in the shower.
He’s leaning against the counter. His arms are crossed. His jaw is still tight.
“I think it’s a bad idea to vote Rowan back on the team,” he says suddenly.
I look at him. “Why?”
“He has a crush on Cal.”
I think for a moment, and I’m so thrown off by the idea that I shrug. “How do you know?”
“I just do.”
“What does that have to do with the team?”
“Everything. Once Rowan finds out about this situation—” he gestures vaguely “—which he might already have an idea about, I don’t want stupid drama when Tiger already has so much going on. You know how Rowan gets. His little ‘girl’ friend made a comment at our last game.”
I nod slowly. “Yeah. It’s always a dick measuring contest with Rowan.”
Jax grabs a glass and fills it with water. He chugs it fast.
He places the cup down and snaps, “Why the fuck did she make me watch earlier?”
I shrug and try not to grin. “I don’t know.”
“What did she tell you?”
“She’s stressed about tomorrow.”
“The hearing.”
“Yeah.”
Jax sets the glass down. “I call dibs on tomorrow’s stress-fuck then.”
I laugh. “Tell Cal that.”
