Page 47 of Caged in Flames

He licks his lips. "Then I can put you on my shoulders, and I'll finally have your thighs around my head."

I can’t contain the laugh that comes out of me. Or the urge to clench my legs together.

Great. Wet panties do not make for all day comfortable attire. Maybe I can find a fan to stand in front of.

"Or you could just stay over tonight." I wonder if I sound as desperate as I feel when I tell him this.

He pulls me close, and for a moment I think he might hit the brakes again, but instead he gives me the sweetest kiss. "I'd like that, baby."

Leaning into him, I let his strong scent of teakwood and leather invade my senses as we join our little group again. Fuck he even smells like an alpha male.

Jane has already dragged Jasmine over and judging by the tight grip the girl has on my bestie, things seem to be progressing. The new addition is briefly introduced to our group, and though she seems comfortable, there’s a moment of hesitation when she gets to me.

“Hi, I’m Nix. Jane’s best friend. Coffee addict. And a huge Vixen Rios fan.” I’m trying for casual. I don’t remember if Jasmine was at the party to see Jane kiss me, but I need her to know that regardless of what jokes are made, our relationship is firmly in the friend zone.

I get a smile in return. “I love Vixen Rios. But if she plays her bops, then you and Jane better be ready to dance.” And now I adore her.

Jane speaks up for both of us when she says, “You bet your cute ass we will be shaking it.”

Looking over to the guys, I see each of them are wearing different expressions.

“I’ve never heard you sing before, Blue.” Jude is smiling so big and I give him a small grin in return.

No one has ever really heard me sing at Blisshaven. Except for Jane. My Sophomore year scholarship was for the violin and other than the class warm ups exercises, I didn’t use my voice. It’s strange how much that has changed.

Charlie and Sawyer don’t say anything at all.

“Well, maybe you’ll be blessed with it again soon.” I can hear a little bit of flirting in my own voice, and quickly try to correct it.

“Can we go find a good spot for Vixen? I want to be close enough to see her sweat.” I don’t even care how creepy this is getting on my end.

“Yeah, baby, let’s go.” When Gunner calls me baby this time, it’s with a lot more possession than the normal flirty tone. I like it.

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