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“I’ve been thinking about this place for years,” Jester says as his gaze soaks in the room before returning to my face. “When I got bored in prison, I’d picture you here. I couldn’t see you as Sister Sass. But I could picture my Talon curled up in this little cottage, sleeping off too much booze.”
“I hold my liquor just fine.”
“You aren’t a good liar, babe,” he says and adjusts himself in bed as he looks around for a remote. “You should avoid lying. Just talk around shit or change the subject. You won’t get caught so easily.”
Rolling my eyes, I reach across him and dig into my nightstand for the remote. When I can’t find it, I climb over him to go searching. His hands settle on my hips and keep me straddled over his body.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” Jester says in a low, predatory voice. “If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were teasing me.”
My body becomes very aware of the masculine beast under me. His lust fills the room. I inhale his scent—a mix of soap and a peppery cologne. I admire his thick beard and consider what it would feel like against my fingertips.
I’m also very aware of the massive erection trapped between our bodies. That’s why I tug my hips free from his hands and finish climbing over him to locate the remote. Sighing, I struggle to make sense of my feelings.
“What’s staining your thoughts?” he asks and taps my forehead.
“I wish we could go slow.”
“Explain what you mean by slow.”
“I want to fool around, but you want to fuck. I can’t do that yet. I haven’t had a man touch me in a sexual way since I was raped.”
“So fooling around is what you mean by ‘wine and dine,’ then?”
“Yes, obviously. It’s not as if I meant Red Lobster and a movie.”
Jester startles me by chuckling rather loudly at my comment. I don’t remember him laughing so much before he was locked up. Then again, maybe I wasn’t so hilarious back in the day.
“I’ve never dated anyone before,” Jester explains, stretching out and making the room seem too small. “Never had a girlfriend. You know how it is at The Lockup, right? Chicks come in and they become a regular hookup, but it’s not a relationship.”
“I’ve never dated, either.”
“And that’s what you want, right?” he asks, reaching over to stroke my hair. “But not the Red Lobster-and-movie part.”
Grinning at his teasing, I shrug. “I wouldn’t mind ordering a meal or trying to cook for you.”
“How dangerous would your cooking be to my health?”
Flicking his shoulder, I roll my eyes at his amusement. “I know how to make mac and cheese. Throw some hot dogs in there, and you’ll be fed.”
Jester chuckles again. “That sounds good. Add some beer and a Kung Fu movie, and I’m willing to give that dating thing a try.”
Smiling, I set the remote on the side table and rest my hand on Jester’s chest. He loses his relaxed grin.The predator is back.
“When you fucked those women, did you kiss them? Is that a thing you did at The Lockup?”
“You want me to kiss you.”
“I want youonlyto kiss me.”
Jester sighs before muttering, “I’m not particularly surprised you’re a bossy girlfriend.”
I open my mouth to complain over how I have a right to set boundaries when a large man is hogging my bed. I never have a chance to speak before Jester’s lips claim mine. He moves shockingly fast for a man his size. I gasp, startled by how powerless I feel against him.
As his tongue forces its way inside my mouth, I press my hands against his chest to stop him. The feel of his hard flesh ignites a memory from my youth.
I’d been spying on Jester. He was standing outside the townhomes, talking to Apex, Ghost, and Thorn. The other guys didn’t register. There was only Jester, shirtless with his sweaty skin shining in the summer light.
“I’m going to ride that man one day,” I told Dire back when she was Emma and we were just dumbass teenagers.
