It was too late. My brother had Jett pinned against the wall we had fucked on only hours before, screaming in his face.
“My sister is not some fuck toy you can use to get your dick wet.” Wyatt was seething, his face within an inch of Jett’s.
Surprisingly, Jett just laughed. “Nice to see the lion is finally being let out of his cage.”
“I’m not fucking around here, brother. She’s off limits.”
“I think the lady can speak for herself,brother.” Jett bowed up a bit, ripping himself free from Wyatt’s grasp, and both of them looked to me.
“I want to hang out with Jett tonight, Wy. I am a grown-ass woman and can make these decisions for myself.”
He stomped over to me. “You know he is a man-whore, right?”
The statement bit back at me like a striking whip.
I blinked over at Jett as he threw his hands in the air defensively. “Former man-whore. To be honest, I have never cared about a woman until I met you—well, other than my sister.”
I popped my hip out, glaring at him. “Then what makes me so special?”
Jett took a few steps closer to me, shoving past my raging brother.
“Honestly?”
I nodded. “Honestly.”
“I have no fucking clue, but all I want in this life is to be with you.”
“Why me?”
“Again, I have no fucking clue, but I can feel it deep in my gut.” He took a few more steps, grabbing for my hand. “You can feel it too. I know you can. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t still be standing here.”
I looked from my brother to Jett and back over and over, searching for the right words. All I could get out was, “You’re right.”
Wyatt stepped between us. “If you hurt her, I will end you. There won’t be some saving grace of a vote like there was for Luke.”
“Trust me, that is the last thing that will ever happen. I wouldn’t let anything happen to Raven or Emma.” Jett’s voice was soft and level as he released my hands and turned more toward my brother. “I fucking promise, Wyatt.”
“Fine—but I’ll be watching.” Wyatt started to retreat back.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jett pulled me into him, whisking me into the air for a show-stopping kiss, one that would have made history books if kisses went down in them.
Chapter 11
Jett
After my showdown with Wyatt, Raven followed me to my house in her car. I wanted her to ride with me, but I didn’t want to press my luck any further than I already had for the evening. It felt like she was a baby deer drinking at a stream, and if I got too close or made too much noise, she would bolt off into the woods before I could really get her to see the real me.
“Here is it, home sweet home.” I chuckled as she trailed after me into my bachelor pad.
“It’s cute,” she murmured, slipping her boots off and stowing them next to my old leather couch.
“I know it isn’t much, but with how much I work and how often I’m gone, it does the trick.”
“You just need a woman’s touch,” she teased, sliding down onto the soft leather and patting the seat next to her.
I got as close to her as I could without being overbearing. “What now?” I asked naïvely.
“You tell me. You were the one who wanted me here so damn badly.”
