Page 112 of Snared

My mouth watered.

“You’re so damn stubborn.”

She barked out a laugh. “You’re one to talk.”

I hated that she was still stiff in my arms.

I cupped her face. “I’m sorry I got pissed about Jules’ knowing. I’m trying to protect you.”

“From my sister,” she said, a brow raised.

Her cheeks were pink, from her irritation at me or maybe from my cock pressed to her ass, I couldn’t tell. I barely resisted the urge to rock against her again to find out.

“No. From this getting out. The fewer people who know, the less likely that one of us will slip up.” My thumb grazed the underside of her chin while I spoke.

“Right. Need to protect yourself from another slipup.” She sighed. “Wouldn’t want the guys mad at you again.”

I sighed as well. How did she not get it?

“I’m protecting you, Charlie. You. Don’t you think I know you’ll suffer the most if the truth comes out? I’m not a complete idiot.”

Her lips parted. “Oh, right.”

“What’s going on over there?” Jax called out, and I jerked my attention toward him.

“Mind your business.”

“You pissing off Charlie is my business,” he said.

Fucking pain in the ass. But I did love how behind her all the guys were.

“It’s fine,” Charlie said, sliding off of my lap and back onto the bench.

I itched to grab her back, but there was time for that later. At least, I hoped so. She didn’t seem pissed at me anymore, so that was a step in the right direction.

“Let’s go dance,” Jules said, pulling Charlie up from her seat and away from me.

Jax immediately slid into Charlie’s spot, and Tristan and Bash took up the two spaces across from us.

“What the fuck is going on with you two?” Bash asked.

“What do you mean? You know exactly what.” I took a sip of my beer slowly, trying to act calm.

“Come off it. We know something more is going on,” Tristan said.

“Do you think we’re idiots?” Jax asked.

Tristan raised a brow at the front man.

“Oh fuck off, MB,” Jax said.

“Can we not do this here? There are eyes and phones everywhere,” I said.

“All about image still, Josh,” Tristan jeered.

“Yes it is. And not just mine. You need to remember that,” I said, keeping my voice low. The VIP section wasn’t full, but you never knew if someone was recording on their phone.

“Oh, we remember. We’ll let it go for now, but if you hurt her…” Bash trailed off, his meaning clear.

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