Page 58 of Life Or Death

“No,” I finally reply.

“But—”

I stop walking, and her head jolts up, those pretty eyes so expressive as they stare back at me.

“Jess, I just got my cock to finally calm down. If we talk about what happened, I’m going to get hard again, and this time I’m not gonna sit in agony and massage your legs.” I step closer to her, my fingers squeezing hers. “This time, I’m going to take it out and make you watch what kissing you does to me.”

She goes completely still beside me, her cheeks flushing a deep, gorgeous pink. A sharp intake of breath escapes her lips, and I watch her chest rise and fall with it, those perfect tits straining against the thin fabric of her dress.

I smirk, leaning in close until my lips hover just above hers. Her breath fans across my mouth, warm and shaky, and I can practically taste her.

“Careful, wife,” I murmur, my voice dropping low. “You look like you like that idea.”

I close the distance and nip at the corner of her mouth, catching that plump lower lip between my teeth for just a fraction of a second before pulling back. She gasps, her free hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide and glassy.

I rake my gaze over her, taking in the flush spreading down her neck and the way her chest heaves. If I were a betting man—and I fucking am—I’d bet everything I own that her panties are ruined right now.

My eyes slide back to her tits, those perfect, braless tits, and a dark thought crosses my mind.

That’s if she’s even wearing panties.

“Tomorrow,” I say, my voice rough, “make sure you wear a bra.”

Her eyes widen, and she looks down at herself, her gaze dropping to where her nipples are still poking against the fabric. She lifts her free hand, trying to cover herself while still clinging to my hand with the other. The gesture is so fucking innocent it makes my cock throb.

“They’re perfect,” I tell her.

Then I turn back to the yard, tugging her along with me as I head toward the table where Amelia, Maddox, and that fucking cowboy are sitting.

As we approach, Jude spots us first. His gaze moves from me to Jess, and then his eyes drop to her neck. His jaw tightens, and something flashes across his face.

I release Jess’s hand and wink, taunting him like the devil I am.

“Enjoy your night, pal.”

I turn and walk away before he can respond, before Jess can say anything, before I can change my mind and drag her back inside. My hands are shaking slightly as I make my way back to where Dread is standing by the bar.

He’s watching me with that knowing look of his, one eyebrow raised, a fresh beer in his hand.

“I’m almost afraid to ask.”

I grab the bottle from his grip and take a long pull, letting the cold liquid do absolutely nothing to cool the fire burning through me.

“She starts tomorrow.”

Dread’s other eyebrow joins the first. “Starts what?”

“Working here.”

He blinks at me, then lets out a low whistle. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Probably.”

I take another swig of beer and glance back over my shoulder. Jess has taken her seat beside Amelia, her back toward the cowboy. She nods at something Amelia says, but her eyes are still on me.

I turn away and drain the rest of the beer in one long pull.

Yeah. I’m definitely out of my fucking mind.