Page 75 of Snared

“For shame, MB. Everyone should be so lucky to work with this genius,” Jax said, moving his hand down his body.

“He’s so fucking full of it,” Bash joined in.

“Oh Wolfie, don’t get all green. There’s enough love for all of us,” Jax said.

Bash rolled his eyes at Jax’s antics, and a wave of relief washed over me. There was still a small part of me that felt they were disappointed in me or looked down on me for my drunken wedding, but they’d been nothing but supportive since the news broke.

I was so fucking lucky.

“There you are,” Josh said as he snaked his arms around my waist later that night.

“Josh.” I gasped when he dropped a kiss behind my ear, his tongue darting out to taste me. I shuddered. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing my wife,” he said, his voice a soft grumble that made my skin prickle. “Plus, you looked fucking hot out there and I was wondering what your opinion was on post-show hookups.”

“Oh my god, you have to stop,” I said when he nipped my ear. Fuck, that felt good.

We’d finished our first LA show, and I was sweaty and amped up, like every time I came off a stage. Josh had kept his distance for most of the day, so I hadn’t been subjected to his fake-husband act or non-fake-husband touching that much.

Not that I didn’t want him to touch me because it felt so damn good, but the lines were starting to blur. I wondered if they were blurring for him too, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Yes, I was typically a confident woman, but this man had thrown me for more loops than I’d thought possible, and I still felt a bit wobbly around him as a result.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, walking me backward until we were tucked into a dark corner away from the hustle of the road crew.

“I should get to the dressing room. Grab a quick shower.” I worked to stabilize my breathing.

“Those showers aren’t big enough for both of us,” he pointed out as he trailed his hand down my spine, then pressed me against the wall and sealed his lips to mine.

Oh fucking hell, I hated that he was so good at this.

My entire body tightened with need, and my hips rocked against him, looking for any friction I could get. His tongue swiped against my lips, and I opened for him, my tongue tangling with his. One of his hands reached up and sank into my hair as he held me close and consumed me. I pressed my hips forward, feeling his hard cock against me, and I wanted nothing more than to rush back to his condo and pick up where we had left off this morning.

He slanted his head to deepen our kiss, his tongue licking inside of my mouth, and my nipples pebbled and rubbed against my bra. I lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around his hip and he thrust against me, making me moan at the feel of his cock where I wanted it most. If only we didn’t have stupid clothes in our way.

“Fuck, Charlie,” he groaned against my lips before his tongue found its way into my mouth again. His hand tightened in my hair while his other one gripped my hip, holding our lower bodies fused together as he continued to torture me with every thrust of his tongue, every rock of his hips.

When we finally pulled apart, we were softly panting, and he rested his forehead against mine. His hand released my hair, his fingers trailing down across my jaw, and I sucked in a shuddering breath.

“I want you again. This morning was not one and done,” he said, his voice gruff, and my entire body tingled.

I knew what I should say. What the smart thing to say would be. But those words failed me.

“I’m not done either.”

“Good,” he growled against my lips.

“But we have to set ground rules,” I said, my voice finally back to normal.

“Ground rules? We’re married and supposed to act like we’re in love anyway,” he said.

“But the guys know this marriage is fake, so no making out in front of them unless it’s for show. We’re scratching an itch until we end this charade, and I don’t want the guys to think it’s more than that,” I said.

He paused, lifting his face from mine. This had to be what he wanted, but for a second, I questioned my assumptions.

He rubbed his thumb over my lower lip. “Of course.”

My insides were jumbled. I wasn’t sure how to take his reaction to my request.

But then his lips were back on mine and all I could do was sink into his touch and enjoy every second of it for now and until the tour ended and we got back to reality.

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