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Mind made up, I dig my phone out of my purse and send a text for reinforcement.
Me: HELP
Willow: Carver or Thomas
Me: The whole gang
Willow: What’d they do? They still singing about you and Jaxson kissing. Cause girl, got to admit… HOT
Me: Willow focus!
Willow: Sorry
Me: I haven’t got any time alone with Jaxson to talk about what happened or us, if there even is an us. The guys are always around. I’m starting to lose confidence here.
Willow: We can’t have that. I’ll take care of it.
Me: What are you gonna do?
Willow: Leave it to me
A minute later, multiple cells ping simultaneously, and each of the guys reach for their devices.
Carver scrunches his forehead as he reads the text and then smirks at me. “Well, I finally got her number.”
Jaxson’s phone is the only one that didn’t go off. I lock eyes with him and gulp at the intensity of his gaze. It’s filled with lust, and amusement. Everyone else reads the message on theirphone, mumbles some excuse about something coming up, and one by one files out of Jaxson’s apartment. My cell vibrates in my hand, and I glance down.
Willow: Have fun
Me: I owe you
Willow: You can pay me back by giving me all the deets
Me: Gotta go! Love you
“You wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would ya?” Jaxson asks, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.
He damn well knows I did. Two can play that game.
“Maybe,” I say coyly. “Would you be upset if I did?”
He marches over, lifts me off the couch, spins, and sits with me straddling him. “You good?”
“I’m good.”
“How’d you get rid of them?”
“I didn’t,” I answer honestly. “Willow did.”
Jaxson throws his head back and laughs, and I join him. Lykos tilts his head, watching us as if we’re crazy. My body vibrates against his as we both struggle for breath. I freeze, gasping as Jaxson’s cock hardens beneath me. His laughter dies, and his eyes smolder with promise.
I attempt to slide off of his lap, but he grips my hips, holding me in place. “You don’t have to move unless you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine,” I say and drop my head in embarrassment.
Can I really do this? Yes, yes, I can because I want this man. I’m taking back control.
He lifts my chin. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”