Page 77 of Snared

“We’re all glad you’re happy,” Tristan said, his voice slightly tight.

“Come have a beer and tell us all about how amazing I was tonight,” Jax said, breaking the tension.

I needed to watch myself. Sending mixed messages to the guys as opposed to what I was sending Charlie wasn’t going to end in my favor.

“There she is,” Jax said when Charlie walked into the room. I was halfway through my beer with no plans to get drunk. I had way more satisfying ideas with Charlie in mind, even if she didn’t know them yet.

“What’s going on?” she asked suspiciously.

I set my beer down on an end table and reached for her as she walked by, tugging her into my lap.

“Josh, seriously,” she said, with a hitch in her breath.

Her bandmates wore varying expressions of confusion and shock, but it was subtle, thank god. It’s not like they didn’t know we had to keep up a pretense.

Although nothing about having Charlie in my lap was a charade. She squirmed against me, and I tightened my hand on her hip, making her instantly still.

Sure, we hadn’t been over the top with PDAs around Savage, just enough to make our marriage appear real but not super lovey-dovey, but after they’d all teased me about getting caught making out with Charlie, I wanted to drive that image of this being real home. Maybe there was a twinge of gloating that she was mine—at least, that’s what the Savage guys thought.

“Want a beer?” I asked, my voice low, my lips close to her ear.

She shuddered and it went straight to my cock. Then she wiggled in my lap, shooting me a quick smirk before she settled down. Now there would be other issues if she stood up and walked away from me.

“That’s where I was headed before you manhandled me in front of everyone,” she muttered.

“Just making us look good,” I murmured. I swore she stiffened.

I would not overanalyze her reaction.

“Here you go,” Bash said, handing Charlie a beer and quirking his brow at me.

“Thanks. So, what’d I miss?” she asked, shifting her hips against my hardening cock. Her body was starting to relax against mine.

I knew this game. She was teasing me for grabbing her. I squeezed her hip again, this time in warning. She had no idea how much I could torture her in this position.

“Not much. They were all saying how lucky I was to have you,” I said.

“Damn straight,” she said, taking a sip of her beer.

I dropped my hand from her hip and hid my fingers behind her back, then slowly inched one finger under the hem of her shirt and scraped my nail along the waistband of her pants.

She sucked in a breath and let out a little cough, pulling the bottle from her lips.

I bit back a grin as she sat up a bit straighter.

Then I continued to run my fingers slowly over the small of her back, loving every subtle indrawn breath and how she eventually sank back into me. But with every soft breath, every squirm of her hips, my cock was at the point of pain.

Clearly, I hadn’t thought this through, since eventually, we were all going to have to stand up to leave, and I was sporting a full erection.

Fuck. I wanted to adjust myself.

No. I wanted to fuck her.

“Finish that beer,” I growled as quietly as possible in her ear.

She shuddered again.

Yes.

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