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“Sha-” I don’t even get his full name out of my mouth before he is on me. One hand gripping my waist and one in my hair as he crashes his lips over mine, making my legs tremble. His kiss is brief but full of fire and when he pulls back I’m left gasping. The fact that he only did it to mark his territory, showing everyone in this club who I belong to, doesn’t make it any less hotter.
He takes my hand and pulls me to the room behind the bar where the glasses are washed. He leads me to the back toward the storeroom, ignoring the looks of surprise on the two young glass collector’s faces as they pass us with full trays. Once we’re inside the small room, he closes the door.
I take a step back, pressing myself flat against the wall and trying to create a little space between us in this tiny room, because he looks a little pissed right now.
“Who is he?” he demands.
I fight every instinct in my body, willing my eyes not to roll — but they do anyway. Damn!
“Did you just…?” he snarls, advancing on me until he has me pinned against the wall. Placing one of his huge hands on the back of my neck, he runs the pad of his thumb along the curve of my jaw, causing goosebumps to break out all over my body.
He sucks in a breath and licks his lip, trying to control his temper. Meanwhile I’m trying to control the urge to push his buttons even more and make him fuck me over a stack of beer. It would be exactly what we both need right now, but I have to get back out to the bar before the crowd become a baying mob. There’s nothing as demanding as a bunch of drunk people at Christmas, who are intent on getting even more drunk.
“Do not make me ask again,” he says quietly, but there is no mistaking the threat implicit in his tone.
“His name is Jason. I met him in Virginia and I stayed with him for a few weeks when I needed a place to crash.”
“How many weeks?”
“Six.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Yes,” I whisper, trying to avoid his intense gaze but being unable to.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Okay. But I know you fucked other people before I met you, Jessie. Why are you being so vague about this guy? Did you love him?”
“God, no!” I wrinkle my face in disgust.
“So? Why so sketchy about him?” He pushes his body against mine, making warmth pool in my center and coil around my spine. He presses his thumb on my jawbone, tilting my chin slightly so he can stare directly into my eyes.
“I’m not being sketchy. I just don’t want you to go all Shane on him, is all.”
He frowns at my use of his name as an adjective. “I swear to God, if you don’t tell me what the fuck happened between you two right now I will drag him in here and ask him myself. And you know I’m not gonna go about that politely.”
“Promise you won’t kill him?”
“Depends what he did.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “Nothing worth killing him for.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Now talk.”
“I was eighteen. It was a few weeks before Christmas. I needed a place to crash. I met him in a bar where I was working…”
Shane narrows his eyes in confusion.
“I pretended to be twenty-one. I had fake ID, but the owners weren’t the kind to check anyway — you know what I mean? As long as I was a hit with the customers and I didn’t give them any trouble, they were happy to have me,” I’m babbling now.
“You’re stalling, sweetheart.”
“I’m telling you how I met him,” I say with a sigh and I don’t miss the annoyance that flashes over his face. “So, I told Jason I needed a place to stay for the holidays and he offered me one. He seemed like a nice guy so I took it.”
“And?”
I close my eyes and take a breath. This is the part he won’t like. “After a day or two, it became clear that staying there came with some…” I struggle to find the right word for a few seconds, “expectations.”
His frown deepens into a scowl. “He forced you to have sex with him?”
