Page 39 of Spelled By Truth and Tresses

Thomas sat down next to me and ran his hand up my inner thigh.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, then locked the door behind him.

Ughhh. What had I done? I was never drinking again.

I was awoken by shouting outside the door. I must’ve passed out. I tried to sit up, but a wave of vertigo washed over me like the churning ocean during a hurricane. There were several loud bangs on the door until it split down the middle, just like when Jax used his power to break the door into the tower. Light arrowed into the room and I covered my eyes.

Jax’s hands were on me, stroking my arms and staring at my face. “Zellie? What happened?”

I groaned agitatedly. “What?”

I squinted, then lifted my gaze to his wide, horror filled ones. “What did he do to you?” He growled.

“Nothing,” I said, then yawned. I opened my eyes wider and blinked sleepily at Josh standing next to Jax.

Adrenaline flooded my system, and it burned through some of the alcohol sloshing through my system. “Wait, where am I? Whose bed is this?”

“I don’t know,” Jax growled. “But Lalita came to find us and said Thomas carried you into this room.”

I looked at the pair of them, slack-jawed. “I—He didn’t do anything to me…” I trailed off, then winced. “But he probably could have.”

Jax swore, then paced by the side of the bed. “I’m going to fucking kill him. Even if nothing happened, I know what he intended.”

“J-ax,” I slurred, “please take me home.” I attempted to prop myself up so I could look a little less pathetic, but the scene had already started grappling with unwanted attention. Embarrassment heated my blood as I diverted my gaze from Jax and Josh. “Wait!” I shrieked, then hissed and rubbed my temples. “I-I meant take me to you home, se,” I hiccupped, “bye, phantom man.”

Jax was pissed. I’d never seen him angrier than he was at that moment. He looked me dead in the eyes. “You’re coming with me.”

Josh walked out, probably to find Lalita.

I looked up at Jax. Our gaze latched onto the others. “Only if you kiss me,” I said, then pressed my lips together expectantly.

He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me tightly into him. He gazed into my eyes with urgency. “You really want me to kiss you in some other man’s bed? This is when you want to do this?”

I answered by parting my lips. “Are you scared?”

Jax growled, then gripped my throat; the pressure was dominating but not enough to cut off my airway.

It wasn’t like our first kiss by far, but the alcohol swimming in my blood approved greatly. The kiss was hot and sloppy. Well, on my part, but Jax wanted me just the same. His tongue danced with mine, then smoothed over the ridges on the roof of my mouth. – I felt his burning passion and I was too deep in the throes of it to care about anything but his lips devouring mine.

When we pulled away from each other, he shook his head. “You’re fucking insane.”

I looked mischievously at the door. “So are you,” I slurred. “Take me home, Jaxi.”

Jax groaned, then mumbled under his breath and stood. “Gonna fucking kill Josh for teaching you that nickname.”

People gathered outside of the room. I emerged in Jax’s arms and hid my face. He lifted my chin up with his knuckle. “Don’t do that.” He turned and looked at everyone else. “Enjoying the show?”

They moved out of the way. Thomas and his friends climbed the stairs between levels. Their gazes narrowed as they spotted Jax and I.

“We’re leaving now, shitheads,” I sing-songed, then twiddled my fingers at Thomas over Jax’s shoulder.

The cool air kissed my face as we exited the building. Jax walked over to the side of the building, then slid me down his body.

My hip kept bumping into him as we stumbled down the cobblestone path to his flat.

“If you trip one more time, pet, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you the rest of the way.”

“Pfft,” I said, blowing the long dangling gold strands out of my face. “But did you see their faces?”

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