Page 11 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

“Rude.” He leaned down to kiss me again with a laugh.

His lips lingered on mine for a moment, then he pulled away with another groan and stepped away before he could be dissuaded. I watched his bare backside as he went to his dresser and began finding his clothes for the day. The sun was barely over the horizon, and golden light was shining through the window, illuminating one of the many parts of him I loved. Lucas had a nice ass, there was no denying it. Every time I saw it—clothed or not—I wanted to grab ahold of it, give him a squeeze. Use those handfuls of him to pull his body roughly into mine.

I had to shake my head to chase away the tempting thought.

“It was weird that Jason was out on the peninsula last night.” Lucas state blandly as he pulled a pair of underwear out of the top drawer.

“It would be weird if it was a coincidence.” I nodded to myself. “It is fucking gross since we know he followed us out there. I thought that after I gave him that money that he’d—”

“Why did you go to his house, Rob?” Lucas sighed, turning to me finally.

Lucas bent and pulled his underwear on, but his eyes were on me.

“To give him the money for Katie’s funeral.” I frowned. “Okay. And maybe to threaten him a little. Once I got my memory back and knew what I was capable of, I figured that maybe he needed a warning. Oma wouldn’t let me outright kill him so—”

I stopped when I saw the look of horror on Lucas’ face as he stood there before me in his underwear.

“What?”

“He…he’s a threat, right?” The realization that I had said too much dawned on me. Lucas had his memories back and knowing that fact made me feel comfortable speaking more openly than I should have been. “He serves—well, his pack serves…you know.”

Lucas’ expression softened, but he didn’t look any less horrified at the casual way I discussed contemplating murder.

“He doesn’t know that,” Lucas said. “You said he doesn’t have his memories back, so—”

“For now.” I shrugged as I sat up in bed, letting my legs dangle off the side. “It’s only a matter of time. I figured that we didn’t want him to keep growing the pack in the meantime, right?”

Lucas frowned.

“Look.” I sighed. “I know you’re kind of against harming other living creatures and all, but—”

“This is more than Lucas is a vegetarian, babe.” Lucas gave an incredulous laugh. “You were seriously considering fixing a problem with…murder. Doesn’t that seem…batshit crazy to you?”

“Is there any way I can answer that without admitting I’m crazy?”

Lucas shook his head.

“It was just a thought,” I explained. “You, me, and Oma know where this story is headed. I was just trying to think of some things that might turn things in our favor before it’s too late to try. That’s all.”

“Murder is not one of those things, Rob.”

“Not even, like, a little?” I grinned impishly.

“Not even a little.” Lucas couldn’t help but crack a smile.

I rolled my eyes.

“I probably wouldn’t have done it anyway.” I was chastened. “I mean, it was merely a thought. Okay. Maybe I had a plan formulating in my brain, but I hadn’t gotten to the charts and graphs stage of the plan.”

“Don’t go past the ‘thinking it’ stage, babe.” He replied before turning to his closet. “So…you didn’t go to…just see him?”

Lucas ducked into his closet, and I let a frown overtake my face as I considered what it was that he was getting at with his question. It took longer than I was proud to admit before I figured out what Lucas had meant. The frown on my face was replaced with a wide grin.

Lucas was jealous.

“Are you jealous?” I asked.

“Of course not.” Lucas’ voice was muffled.