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“It can be arranged.”
I fist the front of his shirt and pull him towards me to close the gap between us, kissing his lips hungrily as soon as we touch. It’s an aggressive move and I know Jax won’t like it.
Sure enough he growls into my kiss and grabs my hips, taking over the kiss and dominating my mouth with his tongue. He surprises me by lifting me and depositing me on top of the cold washing machine and I yelp.
“Oi! Cold!” I complain.
“I’ll warm you up.” He grins and kisses me again, sliding his warm palms all over my exposed skin. It does help but I don’t admit that. I don’t want to stop kissing him.
His hands skim down to my knees, parting them gently but wide so that he can step between my legs and pull me closer. I brace my feet against the front of the machine to keep from falling off but when Jax’s hand slides between my legs I break off our kiss with a gasp. It doesn’t stop him.
He pushes a finger inside me and circles my clit with his thumb in powerful but leisurely, almost lazy, movements. He’s too damn confident, he knows exactly how to play my body and it doesn’t take much work to have me squirming.
From my higher vantage point he has me at a disadvantage. I can’t retaliate and tease him back. All I can do is hold on to his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin as he builds my orgasm and draws it closer and closer.
I’m right on the edge, trembling on the precipice when he withdraws his fingers and steps back. I release an angry snarl.
“Patience, princess,” he says with a teasing smirk. “Isn’t that what you’re always telling Nix?”
The bastard chuckles at me and bends down between my legs. For a second I think he’s going to continue with his tongue – hallelujah! – but instead he starts messing around the washing machine.
“You should know that I’m almost always armed now, thanks to Baxter,” I growl out.
“Well, I think it’s safe to say you don’t have any concealed weapons on you right now,” Jax replies with a smile in his voice. “Unless you need me to check that final cavity?”
Everything tightens deliciously at his suggestive threat but a slight movement out of the corner of my eye has me looking to the doorway, distracted. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Baxter stands at the door with an amused look on his face.
He lifts his finger to his lips and then palms a knife, and raises his brow in question. I nod, understanding his offer and catch the blade as it sails through the air toward me. Pride flashes in his eyes.
Jax presses the button to start the machine and the room fills with the sound of the spin cycle starting. He stands back up grinning wickedly at me but his face falls when he sees the blade in my hand that I’m twirling back and forth with nonchalance.
“Are you sure you checked for weapons?”
“Where the hell did that come from?”
I don’t reply, just smirk at him but I can’t help the laugh that bursts free at the astonished look on his face. I press the blade to his throat and he swallows noticeably. Is that nervousness in his gaze? Or something else?
“You’re a savage,” he whispers, but it doesn’t sound like an insult. Well, not to my ears anyway.
From the doorway Baxter chuckles and Jax whirls around in surprise.
“Yes she is,” Baxter replies proudly, stepping into the small room and kissing me deeply. It makes me groan with need. I was so damn close and now to have two guys in this close proximity...it’s the world’s worst tease.
“Stay?” I plead lightly. I feel a stab of disappointment when he shakes his head.
“Jax doesn’t have the stomach for it, love.”
I open my mouth to protest even though Jax says nothing, but Baxter cuts me off. “If I join in, you won’t see daylight for another twenty-four-hours. Didn’t you want to sleep in your own bed, alone, tonight?”
Damn, he’s got me there. The empty bed with fresh sheets is literally the only thing I can think of right now that would even come close to stopping me taking up Baxter’s promise. Damn, it’s tempting though.
I say nothing, but pout a little, and with an easy chuckle, Baxter kisses the back of my hand like a proper gentleman then leaves the room.
“Can you put that damn knife away now?” Jax moans.
“Scared?”
“Absolutely. I know what you can do.” He smiles to take the potential sting out of his words but my face still falls a little. Out of everyone, Jax has always been the least accepting of who I am.
