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My eyes narrow. “Henderson?”

She grins wider. “Is that his name?”

I shake my head and move in fast, grabbing her waist and backing her into the shelves. She gasps as her back hits the wall, and I cage her in.

“If he even thinks about you like that, I’ll knock him into the next hockey season,” I growl, my mouth brushing her ear.

Her breath hitches—but she’s still smiling.

“You’re insane.”

I grin. “Little bit.”

Then I pause, letting the silence throb between us.

Her eyes widen. Her lips part. I feel her whole body react.

My hand drags up her side, thumb grazing bare skin.

I lean in, my mouth barely touching hers.

“But if I see another man put his hands on you…” My voice drops lower. “I’ll be the last fucker he ever sees.”

Chapter fourteen

~MELODY~

Jace’s body is hot, solid, massive, and pressed into mine like it belongs. His hand is on my waist, his knee between my thighs, and I can barely breathe.

I don’t even know if it’s from panic or desire at this point. He shifts his grip, his breath warm against the side of my neck.

And God… my body remembers him. The ache between my legs is still there—still tender, still humming from the way he touched me last night, from the way he moved inside me. And now, despite how sore I am, I want it again. I want him again. Right here, in this stupid pantry where anyone could walk by.

His fingers slide along my ribs slowly, and my body automatically leans into his touch.

“Tell me you don’t want me again.” His voice is filthy with intent.

I can’t. Because that would be a lie. I want him. I want him so bad I think I might actually die from it. But for some stupid reason, I can’t say it. Yet.

Male voices spill into the house, the most prominent one being Dom’s.

“Burgers and fries again?” Dom’s voice carries down the hall, casual and close. “We’re about to go back home looking like sumo fighters. Someone make a damn salad on the side, at least.”

“I’ll get the buns from the pantry,” Tanner shouts back, his voice getting closer.

Jace freezes, and so do I. He pulls back slightly but doesn’t move far, his hand still pressed to the wall above my head, his eyes locked on mine.

Oh God.

He pulls me against the wall behind the door just in time and opens the door wide, hiding me behind it.

“Buns? Here,” Jace says before I hear the rustling of the packaging. “Don’t let Matt cook or we’ll be eating charcoal.”

The guys are out on the patio, half of them shirtless and sweaty, passing around a ball in a circle like a ritual of testosterone and grunts. I’m sitting on a lounge chair with my knees pulled up to my chest, pretending to scroll through my phone while my brain collapses in on itself.

I haven’t texted Ghost since last night. Not since…

My clit throbs just at the thought of it.