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Shane turns around, and before I can blink, Jesse lunges for him and almost knocks Shane over the railing. They struggle to get the upper hand, both plowing into the sliding door while Jesse swears when I try to get him to let go. Shane turns, and I lose my balance and crash to the floor. Layne and Nick rush toward us. Nick puts his arms around Shane and drags him back inside while my brother crouches in front of me. “You okay, kid?” he asks, shooting daggers at Jesse, who’s catching his breath near the railing. He tries to get to me, but not before my brother gets in his face. “Don’t ever pull that shit with her again.”
“This is between me and her,” Jesse answers, pushing him aside and helping me up.
“You okay with this one, sis?”
“Yeah, I’ll talk to you later,” I mutter, straightening my clothes. He closes the sliding door behind him, many party people watching us with interest. I drag Jesse by his jacket down the stairs until we’re in the garden, away from prying eyes.
“Fuck, babe, hold up,” he grunts. I push him against the picnic table and corner him with my body. It’s a clear, crisp night, the puffs from our breathing floating in the air. There are even twinkling lights strung around the garden, giving it a fairy tale vibe. But I’m too angry to marvel at the scenery, or his beauty, for that matter. He looks edible. His hair is longer, and the cut and bruise he’s got on his cheek only adds to his I’m a bad boy snowboarder vibe. I want to punch him in the face and wipe that smug smile from his lips.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask, staring at him. I’m shaking from the anger I feel coursing through my veins.
“Why were you kissing him?” he roars, getting in my face.
“That wasn’t a kiss,” I warn, pushing him back. The wind picks up and his long hair blows into his eyes.
“I’m fucking outta here. That’s really the first thing you say to me after you’ve left me on read,” I tell him, walking to the dark parking lot, and then it hits me. I don’t have my truck.
“Wait for me, and let me explain,” he drawls, already on my heels.
“Wait for you?” I growl, looking back over my shoulder. “We are not teenagers, Jesse. You can’t ignore me. And I’m too old to play games.”
“I needed time to think. And I took my time, yeah, but I’m back now, and I’ve made my decision,” he tells me, and I stop and turn around. “I want you,” he states, a sexy half smile tugging on his lips.
“You want me,” I seethe. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I need you in my life, Ace of Spades,” he says.
“Don’t play with me, asshole,” I warn, swearing under my breath because whatever the bastard does, ignoring me for weeks, he still gets under my skin. He looks every bit the snowboard outlaw with his long hair and don’t fuck with me attitude and matching stare.
“What are you going to do, Ace? Fuck me up? I’m already screwed because of you, babe,” he says, his voice thick.
“Fuck you, and what you want. You can’t hop on and hop off whatever this is,” I say, motioning between us.
“Don’t push me, Lemmy.” His voice is low and dangerous.
“Fuck you, Jesse. You were the one who ran away to the mountains when things got a little too real. I didn’t ask you to marry me,” I roar in his face.
“It felt like it. Lying in that bed with you felt too real, so I chased pow to clear my head. And yeah, maybe I ignored you, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about you every day,” he says, matter of factly.
“What am I supposed to do with that? It felt like thanks for the sex, and I’ll see you later or some shit,” I grumble.
“Yeah, I know we got the screwing part down, and the rest is a little fucked. Trust me, I’m jerking off every day on the road thinking about you,” he says, flashing me a half smile, like it pains him to have me on his mind.
“That warms my heart,” I mumble, then take my phone out of my back pocket to order an Uber.
“This isn’t coming out the way I planned it. I had this whole speech planned. I was gonna go to that place you’re staying at and lay it out for you,” he grits out. “Why does everything have to be so freaking difficult with you?”
“I don’t know.” And I mean it this time. I really don’t know.
“I’m falling for you, Ace. I came back last week, and the first thing I did was drive to your place. But I couldn’t get out of the car. And I know that makes me an asshole, but I knew when I did, there was no turning back,” he mutters.
“Why? Because I’m easy?” I drawl.
“You are looking at me like you want to screw me against this truck, so I guess it’s the other way around. And I would let you, if we wouldn’t have a damn audience,” he replies, motioning with his thumb to the house.
“Fuck you, Jesse,” I seethe, flipping him off.
“That’s the plan later tonight,” he says, his voice a hoarse whisper, adjusting the front of his dark jeans.
