Page 53 of Snared

Not that I cared. Obviously.

I forced my attention back on the movie. And when the villain was outed and Charlie found out she was right, she beamed at me. Fucking beamed.

Damn, she was stunning. Messy hair, makeup-free face, that full mouth I wanted to nibble.

“I knew it,” she boasted as the final credits rolled.

I chuckled, willing my dick to calm down. There would be no lip biting anytime soon.

“What’s going on out here?” Jax asked as he stumbled toward the kitchen. “You two look cozy.”

“Oh please. I couldn’t sleep because your snoring is awful. Josh was up too, so we watched a movie until you slackers got up,” Charlie said.

“First of all, I do not snore,” Jax said. “No woman has ever told me I snore.”

“That’s because you never stay long enough to fall asleep, bolting out the door before the condom hits the trash,” I said, irritated at him for interrupting my moment with Charlie.

And irritated at myself that I considered it a moment of any sort of significance.

“Ew. That is an image I do not need, especially this early in the morning,” Charlie said.

“What’d Jax do now?” Tristan asked, stepping into the main living area.

Jax eyed me. “CH seems testy this morning—testier than normal.” Then he looked at Tristan. “And why do you assume that Charlie’s ‘ew’ was about me?”

Tristan shrugged. “Logic.”

“Whatever,” Jax said.

“It’s too early for your nonsense, man,” I said.

“I can agree to that.” Tristan nudged Jax aside to get to the kitchenette.

“I do not snore,” Jax muttered. “Anyway, whatcha watching?”

“The Thin Man. It’s a classic. I’m afraid the witty banter would go right over your head though,” Charlie teased Jax.

My chest warmed, but I shoved that feeling down as deep as possible. Pretty sure I was screwed anyway.

“I’ll have you know that I excel at witty banter, young Spidey,” Jax said.

Charlie rolled her eyes, and I agreed. That nickname was beyond stupid.

“Since we’re all up and it looks like we’re almost in LA, we should grab breakfast. I’m craving something greasy,” Jax said, rubbing his hands together.

“Pretty sure your hair meets that qualification,” Bash said as he emerged from the bunks.

“You bite your tongue, Wolfie. My hair is perfection and don’t you forget it.”

“Or we can head to my place, have breakfast delivered there. No need to start a riot with you four walking into some random diner,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Jax grinned and smacked his chest. “I could cause a riot.”

“Pretty sure CH meant all of us together,” Bash said.

“He was being polite,” Jax said.

“Oh yeah, because CH is known for sugarcoating things.” Bash rolled his eyes.

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