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Chapter Six
Jessie
"Howmanytimeshave you been to my school?" I ask Devil, drifting in his arms as he carries me back to his cabin. My body hums and buzzes, the cool night air brushing like kisses against my overly sensitive skin. For the first time since I met him, my mind is quiet. So is my heart.
I think it's floating nine miles above us, dancing in the clouds.
"A few," he says.
"Are you stalking me?"
"The attention has to be unwanted to classify as stalking, Jessie baby."
I turn my head and bite his shoulder when I hear the smile in his voice.
His gravelly laughter rolls over me. God, I love that sound.
"I prefer to think of it as protecting something important," he says after a moment, sobering.
A heatwave kicks up in my belly. My heart expands.
"I like that better too," I whisper, pressing my face into his shoulder to hide my smile. I like knowing that he thinks I'm something important. I was mad as hell about him sending me back to campus like I was a little girl being sent to my room without dessert. Knowing he couldn't stay away more than takes the sting out of it. "Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?" he asks, carrying me up the steps to his cabin. The whole porch vibrates beneath his boots, but it doesn't collapse into sawdust.
"What you said back there. Um, about the club girls."
He shakes his head ruefully. "You still doubt me, little one?"
"No." I shrug helplessly. "But when we first met, I asked if your women were going to have a problem with me being here, and you said you didn't bring them here. You didn't say there aren't any women."
"You asked if the club girls were going to be mad you were here," he says, carrying me inside the cabin. I squint my eyes against the lamp light. It's not very bright, but after spending the last couple of hours in the dark, it might as well be midday. "I told you they don't have a say in my life and that they weren't invited to my cabin. You didn't ask if I was fucking them."
"I…" My brows furrow, my lips pulling down at the corners as I cast my mind back to that conversation. I guess that was what I asked, wasn't it?
"Just so we're clear," he says, setting me on my feet. "I haven't touched any of them and they haven't touched me. There has been no kissing, no fucking, no contact of any sort. And there won't be either." He tugs me into his arms. "I don't fuck around, Jessie."
"Okay," I whisper, thinking about his expression out by the bonfire. He looked like he was ready to commit murder. My stomach roils at the reminder, the need to soothe him flowing through me. "Um…about Jinx."
"Fuck Jinx." Hard heat and possessive jealousy flare in his eyes. This man isn't tame. He doesn't play well with others. He's territorial, possessive, a dangerous, wild animal. And I belong to him.
"I wasn't flirting with him," I say, wanting him to know that. Before he got there, I'd barely even said two words to the recruit. I was just about to tell him not to call me sweetheart when Devil stepped up behind me. "I wasn't trying to piss you off or make you jealous or play games with you or anything like that. I promise I wasn't doing anything to encourage him. I was just listening to him and Ghost bicker. Their story made me laugh. That's it. I barely talked to anyone before that."
Devil's green eyes run over my face and then he shakes his head, his expression softening. "I know, little one," he says, pulling me up against his chest. He rests his chin on top of my crown. "I saw you sitting there staring into the fire. You were in another world until they started yammering."
I exhale a breath, relieved he believes me. I don't want to cause problems between him and his brothers, and I don't want him to think I'm the kind of girl who would flirt with his brothers just to make him jealous. I'm not. That kind of behavior is gross to me.
"I was thinking about you," I say softly.
"Good," he grunts. "If you're seeing anyone else, it ends now. I won't share any part of you."
"There's nothing to end. There's never been anything to end. Um, I've never…." My cheeks heat as a flush climbs up them. "Well, Risk is my brother. He looks like a scary Viking. It made dating difficult." I grimace. "And I'm me. That probably hasn't helped either."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Devil asks in a growl.
"Where would you like me to start?"
He pulls back, tipping my chin up until our eyes meet. "Who the fuck said there's something wrong with you?" he demands, his expression frosty…deadly.
