Page 57 of Savage

“Is he looking now?” I asked as Boyd manoeuvred us so he was again facing Jaxon over my shoulder.

“Yup. Looks like he wants to throttle me.”

We continued to dance through part of the next song until Boyd made a wicked suggestion. “Shall we fuck with him?”

“How?”

“I could grab your arse,” he said with a wolfish smile. He was so much fun, I found it hard to imagine he had a darker side. It was the same with the younger one Seth, he too was harmless. Of course, Nixon and Mason were the opposite, both members of the dark side of the force, I would say. Especially Nixon.

Before Boyd could carry out his lewd suggestion, I jumped in with, “Maybe not grab it. But I wouldn’t object to you placing your hands there. Just for experimental purposes of course.”

“You naughty girl, you play dirty,” Boyd whispered.

I didn’t have to ask twice and my tummy flipped as Boyd slowly slid his hands to curve around my satin encased bottom.

“And boom! We have lift off.” I knew by that comment that Jaxon was coming over. Boyd and I drew back as he suddenly cut in between us. My God that was fast.

“Take a hike dipshit,” he instructed with a flick of his head toward where the others were sitting; all wearing shit-eating grins of course.

Boyd held up his hands in mock surrender, before shooting me a private look. I read it immediately. Boyd believed Jaxon really did like me.

And then it was like fireworks went off in my chest as Jaxon’s hands settled on my hips and he pulled me against him. I ran my fingers up his biceps and linked them around his neck, staring up into his beautiful face. The assorted lights cast moving shadows across his skin. His jaw was jutted out at an angle; a stubborn one I would say.

“I thought you didn’t dance?” I stated, innocently enough.

“I don’t usually, but it was either that or tearing Boyd’s arms off,” Jaxon almost growled down at me. He was genuinely annoyed; I could feel it in the tense muscles of his neck.

“Why would you want to do that?” I knew I was fishing but I couldn’t help myself. Jaxon saw what I was doing and this time he wasn’t as evasive. His breath smelled of sweet champagne. It kicked off my senses and I longed to taste his lips. Feel his tongue against my own.

“Seeing him touch you pissed me off,” Jaxon informed me. His tone was now deadly serious and it caused a tingle to shoot through me.

“You do know he only did it to wind you up though right?”

“I get that. He’s a brave guy.”

“So—you admit you were jealous?”

“I admit no such thing. You are part of our family now Wynter and it is my job to keep you safe and out of mischief. Getting involved with Boyd McKenna on any level would not be a good thing.” And that bubble of hope I had been hoarding, burst. Again, he had twisted things. But I knew he was lying, he had to care more than some crappy brotherly excuse.

His words lingered like a bruise that took forever to fade. They made me question myself and I sank my teeth into my lip and turned my head away. Looking at the other dancers.

My body stiffened and I tried to pull back slightly but Jaxon wouldn’t allow it and his hands tightened on my hips which forced my head back to his.

“What?” he questioned as if he didn’t know why I was suddenly so pissed off.

“You’re so full of shit.” I huffed, giving in my attempt to get away from him. He would let me go when he was ready and not before.

As another song came on, I realised he had directed us further down the dancefloor where it wasn’t as busy. The music was also fainter due to the distance from the large speakers.

Jaxon then shocked me by sliding his hands over my bottom and cupping it, lifting my pubic bone closer to his. He then spoke against the cuff of my ear, his voice strained.

“What the do you want from me, Wynter? Do you want me to say that I think about you every fucking waking second? That you haunt my dreams; that I imagine what your hair would look like draped over my pillow and that every time you push your glasses down your pert little nose and glare at me, I want to rip them off your face and push you up against the nearest wall? Do you want me to tell you about all the depraved things I want to do to you? Would that please you?”

His body heat was like a potent drug and I was panting as I stared up at him wide-eyed. “Well, that’s a start,” I replied breathlessly, almost stuttering. It was like the floodgates had opened.

He drew back, the corners of his mouth pinched in disapproval. “I want you, Wynter. So, much I ache. How could I not? You’re so fucking perfect,” Jaxon sighed, drawing back slightly so he could pierce me with his expression. His words made my heart dance.

“But I’m a Scatterbrain, I annoy you all the time. I can’t do anything right. How is that perfect?” I pointed out, awareness that he was aroused pouring into me and making me hot all over.

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