Page 74 of Beautifully Wounded

“To what?” Jols giggles.

“To come to my fucking room and see if I can’t make you cream so much, you need new panties.”

Jols stops giggling, her spine straightening as she makes herself taller, which effectively pushes her tits out, right against JD’s chest. “Jimmy Dean, if I come to your room, you’ll be lucky to last a minute before you’re shooting your jizz in your boxers.”

I throw my head back, laughing, but JD doesn’t fucking move, his nostrils flaring.

“You just said my real name.”

“I did.” She smirks, cocking her hip, her claw-like nails resting over it. “Jimmy. Dean.” She drawls each name nice and slow, fucking asking for trouble.

“No one says my name,” JD growls, and my smile falls as I consider that perhaps my best mate might truly be pissed.

“Really?” Jols gives him a one-shouldered shrug. “Because I just did.”

In an instant his hand is fisting in her hair, and a faint whimper escapes her as he holds her captive against him.

“Hey man.” I reach forward, ready to stop him, but then he grins.

“I knew you had a thing for me, Jols. There’s no hiding it now.” He shoves her back, shooting her a wink. “I dare you to come to my room later and find out which one of us is right.”

For the first fucking time ever, I see Jols’ cheeks turn red.

Fuck. I never thought I’d see the day.

Sighing to try and cover up the way her body reacted, Jols flips her long dark strands off her shoulder. “I would come to your room later, but I’m all booked up for tonight. I hear your little brother has a pierced cock. Looks like tonight’s my turn to find out.”

Jols spins and hurries off, even as I hold JD back, his hands outstretched to grab her.

“Calmfucking down.” I chuckle, and when JD relaxes, I release him.

“Fuck. My dick is iron hard.”

“Looks like you’ll be giving a good show later, then.” I chuckle and JD nods.

“Too fucking right, I will. And you know who will be watching like she doesn’t want to join in?” He wags his brows at me. “Jols.”

Murf takes that moment to come over with a tray of barbequed food, offering us some, so I grab a plate off the nearby table, and pile some snags, chops, and corn on, and head back to my room, determined to get Abbey to eat.

Inside, I find her sitting cross-legged on the bed, her slight frame still drowning in my green hoodie, her hair tied up high on her head again, having tidied it up after I messed it earlier.

Her caramel eyes shoot up to see who’s entering, but just as quickly return to the phone where she must still be chatting to her little sister or Lexi.

“Hungry?” I ask, and she shrugs.

For fuck’s sake. How can she not be starving? She hardly eats.

Placing the plate on the table, I move to the bed and quickly swipe the phone.

“Hey!” She hisses, lunging for me, but I pull back, lifting my hand high, even as she stands on the mattress and tries to reach for it.

“Uh-uh, Angel. Eat first. Then you can have the phone back.”

“Ugh.” She growls, balling her fists at her sides as she glares at me. “Just give it back. I’ll eat while I chat.”

I shake my head. “Nope. Eat first. Chat after.”

“You know, you really are irritating.” She glares, both hands on her hips now as she still stands on my bed.

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