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It rumbles through me, the deepness of his voice, the roughness of it. It’s as if it has rarely been used lately, but... why? I have to fight to suppress the shiver that tries to race through me, knowing he'll see it.
"I want to get the menu down pat sooner rather than later," she continues. "Have as much done long before..." Her words drift off as we reach the landing.
Then I see why. Jeremiah and Ezekiel are sitting on the couch, their eyes on Lexa.
"Damn it," she murmurs.
I could almost laugh at her reaction to seeing them if it weren't for the fact that Jackson is so close behind me that I can feel theheat from his body at my back. A shuddering breath leaves me, and I damn near reach out to push Lexa from where she seems frozen on the bottom step just so I can get away from Jackson.
"Which one of you woke up the baby?" Jeremiah asks.
I pretend not to notice the shaky breath Lexa releases as she finally begins walking to the living room. Hurrying to follow her and get away from Jackson, I shuffle forward.
"It was me," Lexa admits. "Are you going to punish me for it?"
Jeremiah grins. "Depends what type of punishment we're talking about here. The sexy kind, I do. The painful kind, that's Ezekiel's job."
"God, I walked right into that one," she grumbles.
"Makes me wonder if you wanted that answer." Ezekiel arches a brow.
I chuckle, until Lexa narrows her eyes at me. Tucking my lips into my mouth, I look away from her. Bad choice when that makes me look right at Jackson now sitting on the other couch. His eyes bore into mine, brows drawn down over them. I dare to hold his stare for just a few seconds, swallowing the anger I see in them because I know I deserve it. I hate the way his anger makes me think of what would happen if we fucked right now, and he took all that anger out on my body. If he choked me without any concern for my next breath, slammed his cock into me with no mercy, and then swallowed my screams with vicious kisses.
As if he can sense my thoughts, feel my desire rising for him in the way it always does, those brows lift, his eyes flare, and his lips begin to pull to the side, in a mischievous, sinful smirk. The one that I love seeing on his face so much. Maybe he's not asmad as I thought. Maybe he'll take me down the hallway to the bathroom and... No, I need to get the hell away from here.
"I'm uh... thirsty," I lie.
I abruptly turn and head for the kitchen, not at all surprised when Lexa follows. She doesn't run from anything. I've seen her stand up to any situation. But with Jeremiah and Ezekiel, she finds any reason not to be in the same room as them for more than a few minutes. I look behind Lexa as we reach the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" she asks, moving away from me.
"Checking for smoke behind your shoes."
She narrows her eyes. "Oh, we're going there, huh? You think I didn't notice the way you and Jackson were just eye-fucking each other in there?"
I sigh. "Fucking was never our problem."
"Definitely not from that what I heard in that laundry room."
I laugh. "I seriously hate you. But anyone with eyes can see you don't hate Jeremiah and Ezekiel."
She walks past me to the refrigerator, asking, "Is there a point to you saying that?"
"That was my way of asking you why you insist on acting like you hate them."
"For the same reason you broke things off with Jackson, to protect myself."
My brows furrow. "Protect yourself from what? I was protecting my heart, and him." She gives me an arched brow, but I ignore it to continue. "What are you protecting yourself from with them?"
She puts the jug of juice on the counter, but doesn't look up at me as she says, "They... make me feel too much. I don't liketo feel anything at all when it comes to men. Attraction, yeah, desire, sure, but not... what they make me feel."
"Which is?" I push.
She gives me an exasperated face. "Do we really need to discuss all of this?"
"Are you scared to?" I ask right back.
"Actually, hell yeah, I am."
