Page 106 of Snared

“And here I thought I was growing on you, or in you, as the case may be.” I winked.

“Oh my god, that was awful,” she said, chuckling.

“You weren’t saying that a little while ago,” I teased.

She pinched my side, and I tried to move away from her fingers, which only made our bodies rub against each other again.

Fuck, I wanted her again.

“I should be tired,” she said, trailing her fingers up and down my side.

And then she yawned.

I chuckled.

“Fine. Maybe you did wear me out. I need a minute,” she said, laying her head on my chest.

Warmth burst inside me at how right this moment felt, and I wrapped my arms around her.

“Fine. A minute,” I whispered back, kissing the top of her head.

We stayed locked in each other’s arms for a while, and then I carried her into the shower so we could clean each other up, to get dirty again.

Was it stupid to hope that we could continue this once the tour ended?

“Try not to do anything stupid tonight,” I said as I stepped into the elevator with Charlie, her sister, and the rest of the band the following night.

“Says the man who got hitched in Vegas,” Jax said, narrowing his eyes at me. Of all the guys, I’d expected Tristan to scrutinize me the most, but it’d been Jax, much to my surprise. At some point, Charlie and I needed to come clean with them. Hell, at some point, we needed to come clean with each other.

Unless I was reading more than I should into what was going on between us.

Fuck. This insecurity was annoying as shit.

“Hey,” Charlie said.

He turned toward Charlie. “No offense, Spides.”

She glared at him. “It’s your fault we’re married anyway.”

Where was she going with this?

“Oh, I would love to hear how you worked that out,” Jax said.

And then I was narrowing my eyes at Charlie. Of course, the guys knew, and I’d ended up telling Glen, our head of security, for logistical reasons, but Jules did not.

At least, I didn’t think she did.

Charlie and I had discussed that. I’d been very clear on our reasons and she’s agreed with me.

“Charlie,” I began.

“If he hadn’t left us on our own, we probably wouldn’t have stumbled into that chapel,” she said.

“Charlie,” I started again.

She turned to me. “What? I told Jules the truth. She’s my sister and I can’t keep that from her. I couldn’t lie to her face.”

“You know, the more people who know, the easier it is for the truth to come out,” I said, pissed that she’d told someone outside of our immediate circle, even if it was her sister.

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