Page 111 of Snared

No. They were basically members of the band by now. Charlie’s sister wasn’t.

I shook my head and stared over at Charlie as she danced with her sister and Jax.

My fingers itched to grip her waist. To press her against my body.

Fuck. I was getting hard.

I needed to start thinking with my big head around her. My cock was causing me nothing but trouble.

I pushed away from the railing I slouched against and sat down on one of the empty couches, scrolling through my endless emails. I almost missed getting a contract in on time for the Vikings yesterday. And I had too much shit to follow up on. Acting as tour manager and figuring out what I was doing with Charlie was starting to fuck up my business.

I didn’t have enough time in the day to get everything done, and I knew as soon as we pulled into New York and the tour officially ended, I was going to have a mess to clean up in LA.

And where would that leave Charlie? Where would that leave us?

The waitress dropped off another beer, interrupting my jumble of thoughts.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

“Let me know if you need anything else, sir. Anything at all,” she almost purred as she leaned down in front of me.

Heat hit the back of my neck, and I glanced over at Charlie. She was no longer dancing, but she was glaring at me. Again.

Fuck that.

I stood up and strode over to her, watching her eyes widen. Good. I wanted her on edge. I’d been on edge all damn night.

I sat down on the end of the bench seat next to her and pulled her into my lap before she could utter more than a squeak.

“What are you doing?” she bit out.

“Spending time with my wife,” I replied, settling her deeper into my lap. There was no way she could miss how hard I was. It was a dick move—pun intended—but we were married, so no one outside of our circle would find it weird that she was in my lap.

“Everyone here knows that I’m not really your wife, that this marriage is a sham,” she said.

“It didn’t feel like a sham this morning in our room,” I murmured into her ear.

This time, her squeak wasn’t quiet.

Tristan raised a brow at me.

“CH making a scene,” Jax sang.

“Fuck off, El.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Jax barked at me.

Charlie shifted, her body tensing as she rubbed against my cock.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice low and slightly annoyed.

“I want to talk to you, but it’s difficult since all you’ve done is avoid me all night,” I said.

“So you felt the need to pull me into your lap like a damn caveman?”

“Whatever it takes,” I said with a shrug. Having her body pressed so intimately to mine was wreaking havoc on every part of me.

“You’re the one who’s irrationally pissed at me, so what could you possibly want to talk about?” She turned her toward me, and it took everything in me not to nuzzle that spot on her neck the way she loved.

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