“You’ll get laid. But by me. And that’s a promise.”
Instantly, my treacherous mind wondered what else his wicked mouth could do to other parts of my body—gah! The rat-fink was using cheap, psychobabble bullshit on me. “In your dreams, Griffin.”
He shot me a knowing smirk. “It most certainly will be, Rayen, but you’ll be the star.”
The damn sexy smile tipped me over the edge. Furious, I shoved my face close to his, a whisper of a breath separating us. He didn’t budge. His gaze lowered to my mouth.
“Never,” I hissed.
The bastard kissed me.
Right there. In the bar.
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Ray
My heart thunderedin my chest. Too late, I realized I’d fallen right into Griffin’s conniving clutches as my faithless mouth clung to his like it was a lifeline, his tongue teasing and tormenting my lips but never quite deepening the kiss the way I wanted. He was as devious as his damn mythological namesake.
Wolf whistles erupted, shattering the haze. I yanked free, my face on fire.
Struggling not to touch my mouth, not to feel the imprint of his warm lips still on mine, I gritted out, “What I do with Calum is my business. And you’ll never know when it happens.”
“I think I’ve already shown you that everything you do is my business, Ray. You want to test me? Go ahead. Sneak behind my back, then see what happens—”
“Why are you doing this?” I cut him off.
He didn’t respond as he dropped a couple of bills on the counter for his untouched drink, reached over, and tucked a tip into my apron pocket. I didn’t have to look to know it was two hundred dollars. Fury surged. I so badly wanted to hit him. But the damn bar rules prevented me from flinging the glass at Jack’s big, fat head.
He watched me for a second, then said softly, “It must have been hard holding in that temper. I can’t wait to have all that wildness under me, above me…and my mouth on every inch of your sexy body, especially on that delectable part between…”
His mouth twitched, probably at my guppy impersonation as my so-called-by-him delectable parts throbbed, demanding I drag him off to some dark corner for fulfillment.
“I’ll pick you up at nine. You recall we’re having dinner with Max and your sister to discuss wedding stuff…” Amusement lit his gaze. “And you’re not even fighting me on this? Great. I’ll see you later.” Smirking, he strolled out of the bar.
My mouth snapped shut.
What the heck is happening to me?For the entire time I’d known Jack, I’d barely tolerated him. Most times, he found me amusing when he was teasing the life out of me. But we’d never had this kind of chemistry rocking us before. Ever. Sure, when I first met him, I’d thought he was downright beautiful with that face and broad shoulders, but not for me, not with his tomcat ways.
My mouth clamped tight. Irritated at myself, I scrubbed down the counter with a wet cloth and then got another order ready. For once, I wanted something for myself. Even with this new annoying awareness that Jack dragged out of me, he wasn’t going to ruin this.
“So, Jack, huh?” Petra asked as she prepared a trio of tequila shots. A little smile illuminated her pale, delicate features.
Ugh. I bit back a groan, my face heating like the sun.
“No,” I ground out in frustration. “He, War, and Max act like brothers I don’t want.”
“Kissing brothers?” she teased.
God. Kill me now.Everyone had seen that darn kiss.Damn you, Jack.
“Calum has a reputation with women, too, hon,” Petra said. “Except…” Her brow creased. “I haven’t seen Jack with anyone in a long while.”
“Gah. Do you and Denise have a Jack fan club or something?” I groused.
She laughed and then changed the subject. “You still babysitting for me tomorrow?”
“Yes.” I nodded and got out more beers, my heart dipping with concern, wishing she would give up her job at the escort agency. Being a single parent was hard on her. She worked two jobs to make ends meet since her douchebag ex, who appeared sporadically in her life, didn’t contribute to child support.
