Page 32 of Savage

“Your sister did well,” Christian gloated, nudging Jaxon with his elbow.

Jaxon snorted. “Are you deaf, she isn’t my sister.” He then lowered his disapproving gaze, his eyes roaming over my face. “You did do well Wynter, and yes, you wouldn’t have done it without Jacobs’ hand on your arse.”

I remained silent but Christian shot us both a meaty smile, transforming into a smouldering flirt again. “What can I say, mate? It’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it. I like you Wynter, you’re alright.” He then sauntered off before I could answer, leaving me and Jaxon together as the others bustled past us. Christian’s carefree whistle suggested he was purposefully trying to piss Jaxon off. I wondered why.

“Did you give him your number?” Jaxon then snapped when his buddy was out of earshot. His tone suggested that he would be cross if I had.

Ignoring him, I motioned towards my mud-stained clothes. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

Jaxon quirked his head to onside before folding his arms across his chest. “Well, that was stupid.” He was such a dick and completely devoid of empathy.

I took his words like a kick in the face. The man was relentless and my temper flared. “You didn’t tell me to dickhead!” I yelled, defending myself.

“Keep your voice down,” Jaxon commanded in a steely voice which brooked no argument.

“Well, you didn’t. What am I supposed to do now? Sit in the car naked?”

“If you like,” he replied in a deeper voice. He was probably imagining it, the pervert.

Jaxon then flicked a look up and down my body before running his tongue slowly over his full bottom lip. My eyes were drawn to the area, that familiar fizz shooting through me. Did he know how that gesture affected the female parts? Probably.

“Why didn’t you tell me I’d need a change of clothes?” I huffed, planting my hands on my hips, and shaking my hair back; my ponytail fell between my shoulder blades.

“Surely, it’s commonsense Wynter.” His smug tone added more fuel to the fire. I so wanted to thump that perfect face.

“Not to me it’s not! I’ve never done anything like this before.”

He then dared to smile at me. One of the condescending ones he had mastered so well over the years. I dropped my arms by my sides and curled my fingers into fists, needing to stop myself from doing anything reckless.

My eyes burned but I refused to cry. As a distraction, I turned and grabbed my rucksack from the bench behind me and settled it onto my back. “Now what?

Jaxon watched me in silence before he also lowered his arms and moved toward me, curling his fingers around the back of my neck.

“What are you doing?” I panted, staring up at him and attempting to ignore the way my skin flared at his touch.

His face lowered and he spoke against the cuff of my ear. “Escorting you to the reason you came here.”

I didn’t pull away and allowed him to steer me into the building. Jaxon pretty much frogmarched me in through the doorway and I had no option but to put one foot in front of the other. His fingers against my skin were firm but not painful; his actions were one of control. I knew it was wrong but I enjoyed the contact.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we made our way down a dimly lit hallway. There were numbered doors on each side.

“First, I’m taking you to my room,” Jaxon informed me lazily and anxiety pumped through my veins. I stopped and pulled his hand from my neck before turning to face him; my head was level with his chest, we were so close.

“What? Why?” My eyes searched his face but he just watched me with idle curiosity. Was he expecting a reaction? Some peal-clutching behaviour at his suggestion? He didn’t look at all predatory, but the thought of going to his bedroom still did strange things to my insides. I’d never even seen his bedroom at home.

Jaxon’s lip curled; he was amused and his dark eyes glittered with a silent promise which was at war with his words. “Not for the reason you think? For a virgin, you have a filthy mind.”

He continued to watch me, lording down that blade of a nose wearing one of his sexy smirks. I snorted, purposefully ignoring his virgin comment. “Well, why then?” I prompted as he hadn’t answered my question.

“I thought you’d like to get cleaned up. You can borrow one of my T-shirts. Your bottoms are passable, but you need to change your top.” His eyes flickered down toward my chest which forced me to do the same. Shit. The material was damp and clung to my breasts, my nipples beaded against the surface. I hastily folded my arms to cover myself which forced a chuckle from Jaxon. His eyes then crawled their way back up to mine. “It’s a bit late for that,” he pointed out. “Here.” I uncrossed my arms as he held out a silver key; hesitantly taking it from him.

How I would have loved to have managed to summon an epic retort that would leave him speechless for a change.

“Room ten, twenty-one. Let yourself in, use the bathroom and clean yourself up. The top door of the dresser contains T-shirts, pick one. I’ll see you in the communal area when you’re ready. Down there at the end. And don’t forget to lock my door when you’ve finished.”

I shook bag my ponytail, suddenly feeling like a nuisance and peered down the corridor.

Realising how ungrateful I was behaving, I thanked him in a small voice and our eyes tangled for a moment longer. I flinched as he raised his hand and ran his finger down my nose; my brow creasing.

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