Page 26 of Pawn

Me.

Meeting her halfway, I wrap my jacket around her. The little icicles forming on her hair make her look like a magical ice queen. Snow Medusa. She looks ethereal. Cold, but mystical. She’s shivering so I pull her close, the smell of her sweet shampoo making it feel like a kick to my gut.

How long has she been out here?

She tries to wriggle out of my hold but I hold her, pressing my chest into her so she can feel my warmth. When she settles, her head falling on my chest, I pick her up and bring her to the car.

“This is all your fault,” she says but she keeps her head against me.

I have no idea what she’s talking about but I need to get her warm before I ask her. Once she’s in the heated leather bucket seats, I close the door with a glance around for the fuckers who did this. Considering the cold weather, I’m not surprised no one else is in sight.

Once inside, I put the heat on blast before I see a flash of sandy brown from the corner of my eye.

“Careful, Medusa,” I warn, catching her hand. I’m not having her fly off the handle before I find out what the fuck she’s blaming me for this time. “You don’t wanna piss me off.”

Fighting with these dinosaur dickheads all day hasn’t been good for my temper. Neither is finding my girl in a towel in the dead of winter. The horny assholes at ERA would have a field day with her. Then they’d have to face my fists.

That cute nose twists along with those soft lips. “It’s not always about you.” She pulls her hand away and I let her.

“You sure?” Leaning back in my seat, my eyes wander her face. Her red cheeks and nose make me want to have my way with her right here. Right now. “‘Cause you sure as hell make it seem that way.”

My eyes land on her thighs, one of my favourite spots. She has goosebumps but bringing my palm to her skin sends a jolt through me. My abs twitch. There’s another in my pants, but I need an answer to the question in my head. “Who did this?”

“You did this!” She crosses her arms.

“The only thing I do these days besides business is thinking about my face buried in that sweet pussy.” Leaning over the console, I keep my hand on her thigh, lost in her golden gaze, those hazel eyes the highlight of my life. “Now, who did this? If you want me to fix this, you gotta trust me.”

That’s all I’ve been doing the past week. Fixing things. Making sure Baldy didn’t leave behind any traces back at the mansion including getting rid of the body. All while trying to regain power over King Financial. If Pops could see me now.

Jo sighs. “I was leaving swim class and Georgina couldn’t stand the fact that I exist so I guess this is my punishment.” She makes a sweeping gesture towards herself in the towel, my jacket hanging off her shoulders. This is a damn good look for her. I can’t keep my eyes from dropping to her tits, the tops of her breasts peeking out.

“C’mere.” Giving her a crook of my finger, I lean closer, beckoning her to close the distance. “I miss you.”

She knits her eyebrows, eyes falling to my lips for a second before she hits me with that gaze. “You’d think having me in the same house means you wouldn’t.”

She’s pushing that stubborn act some more but I’m sick of it. She’s had her fun. Reaching for that narrow chin, I pull her closer. She hesitates but like she always does, she lets me.

My lips hover inches from hers, her eyes dropping to my tongue between my teeth and she still doesn’t budge. I can’t even tell if she’s breathing.

Coconut and vanilla sweep into my nose, my eyes on her lips as I inch closer and closer. Kissing Jo is everything I crave. It’s easy to get lost in her soft lips, the sexy sighs she gives when she’s as far gone as I am. Just thinking about kissing her makes everything inside me relax.

Except for my cock. The guy’s raging.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Jo jumps and I mutter, “What the fuck.”

Looking towards the door. I’m ready to lay into whoever thinks they can touch my ride.

Jo whips her head towards the door, another head of curls on the other side, through the window. She pulls on her towel as if anyone can see her through these dark tints.

“Low!” Jo opens the door when she can’t figure out how to lower the window. “Hey, is everything okay?” Her voice comes out like she just ran a block.

Willow peers in, smiles at me but she scowls at her sister. They’ve been like that all week. She rolls her big brown eyes. “I was gonna go to Bella’s but Nancy’s freaking out.” Her eyes drop to her sister’s towel. “Where are your—Nevermind. Not sure I want to know.”

Jo falls back in her seat as Willow gives her the phone. Looking it over, she lets out a groan, “Why now?”

“Why what?” I ask.

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