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“Wolves?” Rhett asks with a playful smile on his face.
“Yeah, wolves. Leigh’s parents would kill me if any of you corrupted their daughter.”
“You’re carrying on as if the pretty little thing is fucking royalty?” Jax says from behind me, sounding a little offended. I also don’t miss how he accentuated ‘pretty little thing’ as if he’s already caught onto the fact that I hate it whenever he says it.
“You could say that,” Evie says. She looks to Carter. “Dr. Baxter, your dad’s heart specialist, is her father.”
Instantly, a cloud moves over Carter’s face as if Evie just spat at him instead of introducing me.
“In that case, she’s off limits,” Carter bites out. He grabs my hand and starts to pull me away from the growing crowd gathering around us. “I’ll take her back to the apartment. Willow, are you coming?” It doesn’t sound like a question but more like an order.
More common sense seems to return to my frazzled mind, and I yank my hand free from his grip.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I seethe as my anger quickly burns through my body now that my focus is no longer on Jax.
“You shouldn’t be here, Leigh. Your father will kill me. I’ve heard him talk about his little girl. I’m not pissing off the man who might have his hands inside my dad’s chest one of these days.”
I throw my hands in the air, actually dumbfounded by how quickly the night went downhill.
“You know what,” I say as I start to walk towards the side of the house, “I don’t want to be here. Why the hell I’m torturing myself like this is beyond me.”
I keep walking, not looking back to see if Willow is coming. I’d rather sit outside the apartment for the entire night than spend another second here.
Chapter 2
JAXSON
It fucking pisses me off that I keep looking up to the apartment and wondering if the pretty little thing is home.
Della’s truck has been giving her problems, and with Carter already giving her shit, I offered to help her out. I glance up, and my eye catches my brother and Marcus sitting in the truck, talking shit.
“So much for helping,” I say, wondering why they even came along.
“We are helping,” Marcus shouts as if I’m not standing a few feet from him. “We’re here for moral support.”
“Fuck moral support. You could go get beers. It’s fucking hot out here.”
“For breakfast?” Logan raises an eyebrow at me, clearly not impressed with my request.
I just grin and get back to work. The truck’s timing is fucked to hell. It sounds like it’s dying when you start it. Trust a chick to fuck up a perfectly good piece of machinery.
I wipe the sweat from my forehead before checking which parts we need to buy.
Soft laughter catches my attention, and I glance up to see who it’s coming from.
Fuck me.
Leigh’s standing on the other side of the truck. The smile on her face takes my breath away, and again I’m struck by how beautiful she is. I thought she was fucking with me when she said she’s nineteen, but Evie confirmed it. She looks nothing over seventeen, but it might be because she’s so small. Not small as in short, but rather fragile looking. Beautiful is really not the right word to describe her. She’s got a waiflike delicacy, which makes you want to protect her. Well, until she opens her mouth and nails you with one of those death glares she seems to favor so much.
She’s a little too slender for my liking, but with a face like that, it’s something that can be overlooked.
Her eyes look like melted chocolate and her hair, fuck I’d love to feel it wrapped around my fist as I silence her with an orgasm. No scratch that. As I make her beg for an orgasm. Yeah, I’d love to see the princess beg for my cock.
“You find something funny?” I rest my hands on the side of the truck, smirking at her. It seemed to get her all riled up on Friday whenever I smirked.
“Not really… yeah, maybe.” She laughs again, a light musical sound that has a direct link to my cock. She better stop smiling before I embarrass myself by going rock hard right here in public.
“Care to share?” I keep my tone bored which makes her smile fade a little.
