Page 28 of Savage

Jaxon steered the car through some trees which caught against the side of the vehicle. Had he lost his concentration on driving now?

Shaking his head, he almost shouted, “You are, aren’t you? How the fuck did that happen? Still a virgin at eighteen. Fuck me, I said goodbye to mine early on in my teens.”

“I’m surprised you weren’t born without it, to be honest,” I blurted under my breath.

He was suddenly in his own world, totally not paying any attention to me as he said, partly to himself, “Poor Dominic, no wonder he always looks so constipated. Have you guys done anything else?”

I lifted my bag from the floor onto my knee and cradled it against my chest. Almost using it as some type of useless body armour. “This isn’t a conversation I want to have with you Jaxon.” My tone was so school Marm but he didn’t care. Nothing phased this boy.

As we approached what I recognised was the Marham base, Jaxon started to lower his window and twisted toward me, the car slowing. “You don’t know what you’re missing. Foreplay just adds to the anticipation. Do you even know where your G-spot is?”

And that was the final straw as I snapped, “I am most certainly not discussing foreplay or any other type of spot with you Jaxon, so you can stop it right now.”

Swallowing the huge lump in my throat, I decided I needed to ignore him but he crept through my barrier with, “I take it Dominic hasn’t gone down on you either then?”

And boom, I slapped a hand onto the console in front of me. “Oh my God, that’s it. Stop the car!” I yelled.

My actions took him by surprise as he raised the hand, he’d had rested on the gear stick in mock surrender. “OK, keep your hair on. I won’t bring up your non-existent sex life again. And please, don’t smack the dash. Do you want an airbag in the face?”

I settled back into my seat, feeling thoroughly ruffled as he slowly drove the car toward a security barrier. “Why did you agree to this?” I questioned through gritted teeth.

“To what?” Jaxon questioned, staring out of the front windscreen; unphased that he’d got so personal. His perfect profile taunted me. Why did he have to be so perfect and from all angles but talk like such a pig?

I pulled my belt off and it created a beeping sound to start up from the speakers. “Taking me to the base, helping me with my story?” I added.

He glanced toward me, now serious, eying the fact that I removed my belt. “Marcus of course. You don’t think I wanted to help you out?” All amusement from earlier had fled and Mr Moody was now back in place.

“Of course not. Although you may like it you know.”

“Like what,” he sighed.

“Using your power for good instead of evil for a change.”

He smirked at that one. “We’ll see. I’m not doing it for my health if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ll be wanting something in return.” Great. The mind boggled at that one.

Sighing I questioned, “Like what?”

The tension in the car stepped up a gear. “I’m not sure yet. Maybe more of what I sampled at the pool that day.”

He pulled the car up in front of the barrier and a man dressed in military clothing appeared from inside a hut.

My annoying step-sibling whipped toward me, our eyes tangling as I answered in a breathy voice that was in no way believable. “That’s not going to happen Jaxon.” The memory of that kiss still hammered in my head.

He looked at me like he could suddenly see my thoughts; steal my secrets. “We’ll see,” he replied with a wolfish smile. He then pushed the button on his door so that my window fully opened and he could speak with the security soldier. To be perfectly honest, I was thankful for the distraction. Was I imagining it or was it suddenly scorching hot in the car? That cool whoosh of air that got sucked in through the open window was proof that it was. I welcomed the breeze.

The soldier’s eyes widened as he peered down at me. “Fuck me, Jax, you’re brave, bringing a girl, here?” I noticed my stepbrother’s lips twitch as he ran his gaze over me.

I pinned my focus on the other soldier by my window. His smile created dimples at either side of his mouth. He was young, possibly not that much older than me and he was good-looking in a neat, cropped kind of way.

Jaxon leaned half across my body to stare up into his colleague’s face. “It’s not like that dipshit. This is my sister,” he said, leaving out the ‘step’ part which annoyed me.

“Well in that case, please do introduce us,” he replied with a suggestive leer.

“Back off Letch. She’s too pure for the likes of you.” At those words, I almost choked. Was that a compliment at last? I pushed my head against the headrest, pretending I hadn’t heard him.

If Jaxon’s soldier buddy was upset by being called a dipshit, he didn’t show it. His grin widened and I noticed he missed a tooth. It took away from that first pretty boy impression.

Once they had exchanged their manly bullshit, Jaxon put the car in gear and drove in as the barrier lifted.

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