Page 104 of Séance

Unable to help myself, I do as instructed. Jaceson keeps his face impassive, remaining one step behind his brother, impatience tinging his pale blue eyes. It’s Jameson that shocks me, however, since he’s the biggest flirt on the planet. When the girl reaches for him, he slaps her hand away before she can touch him, a dark scowl twisting his features. “Why the fuck would we seek you out? We came for books. In a bookstore. Where they sell books.”

Each phrase is spoken slowly, like he’s explaining the concept to an idiot.

A bright red flush brightens the girl’s cheeks. She looks ready to explode when an older guy wanders over. “Is there a problem?”

“That must be the manager,” Gunner supplies, standing close as we watch the scene unfold, the big man easily able to see over the shelving.

“No, Mr. Jordan,” Brenda says through gritted teeth. “Just helping thesegentlemenfind some books.”

Mr. Jordan doesn’t move, and Brenda huffs dramatically, rolling her eyes before turning back toward the boys. “What kind of books do you want?”

While her voice is chipper, it does nothing to disguise the sulky undertone.

“We’re searching for books on the occult,” Jaceson answers, and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Our girlfriend is into this stuff, and we want to learn everything about it.”

My heart turns to goo in my chest, and I’m uncertain if it’s because they claimed me as their girlfriend in public or because they want to learn about my abilities.

An ugly expression twists the girl’s features for a second, raging jealousy leaving her looking a bit psychotic, but she quickly smooths it out before anyone can see it.

Gunner remains behind me, pretending to look over the books on the top shelf, but he keeps me caged in, his arms on either side of my head. Instead of feeling trapped, my body tingles at his proximity. Part of me wants to press back against him, my body aching for his attention.

Indecision is the only thing stopping me.

What if I read the situation wrong?

A warm hand slips around my waist, pressing against my belly from my ribs to the waistband of my pants. I let instinct take over, allowing my weight to settle against his chest. He shuffles closer, nearly pinning me to the bookshelf.

“The books are right here,” Brenda says, taking a few steps down the aisle to show a whole stand of books dedicated to the occult and witchcraft. When the manager walks off, Brenda’s starchy attitude softens, and a determined glint enters her muddy brown eyes.

She leans against the bookshelf, her breasts thrust out, and runs her fingers along the spines suggestively. “If you tell me what you want, I’m sure I can help you find it.”

I snort, rolling my eyes so hard that I’m surprised I don’t hurt myself, and mutter under my breath, “Yeah, I’ll bet she wants to help you find something.”

Just as I tense, ready to storm over there, Gunner slowly drags his fingertips up and down my side, moving higher and higher with each pass. The boys are quickly forgotten. Fuck if breathing wasn’t forgotten as well.

“Watch,” Gunner whispers in my ear, the heat of him soaking into my skin. “If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll reward you.”

My breath explodes out of me in a rush, an achy need to be touched taking up residence in my soul. After a heartbeat, which feels like forever, I nod hesitantly.

“I think I know something you guys will like.” Brenda smiles, then bends over, shoving her ass right against the guys’ junk. I tense, ready to climb the shelves to claw out her stupid shit-colored eyes, when Gunner’s hand slides lower.

“Nuh-uh,” he murmurs in my ear, giving it a sharp nip that has my nipples hardening in response. “That wasn’t being a good girl. In fact, you’re being very, very bad.”

His hand slides lower, easily slipping under my sweater, then he drags it up, not stopping until his hand touches skin. The heat of him is shocking, and I suck in a harsh breath. He lifts his other hand, cupping his palm over my mouth to stop me from making any noise.

I’m so distracted that I barely notice the boys leaping away from the skank like they are afraid to catch something, each of them scowling down at the girl, menace gleaming in their eyes. Maybe I should be afraid of their tendencies for violence, but it pleases me that they don’t want anyone else to touch them.

“I’m into witchcraft and the occult.” Oblivious to the guys’ reactions, she pulls a few books off the shelves, her ass swaying back and forth in a way that makes her look like a dog in heat. “I think these books might help you the most.”

She straightens and holds out three books. The guys reluctantly accept them, looking as if she handed them a shit popsicle. She plays with the low collar of her shirt, her fingers tracing her cleavage as she flutters her lashes up at them. “If you have any questions, I’m sure I can find the answers. I’m a practicing witch.”

“More like a bitch,” Jameson mutters, the boys clearly annoyed at her fawning. It’s the only thing that quells my homicidal tendencies.

“Good girl,” Gunner whispers in a husky tone, his lips lowering to skim my neck. I’m helpless to do anything as I melt against him. I’m not even conscious of tilting my head to the side in a silent encouragement for more.

His hand slides lower, slipping under the waistband of my jeans. Fingertips brush the edges of my panties once, then twice, as if he’s waiting for me to protest. I nearly laugh at the absurdity. My muscles tremble in anticipation, and my hips unconsciously tilt forward in a silent demand for more.

Gunner growls at my actions, rewarding me by boldly slipping his hand down the front of my panties. I’m practically panting against the palm still covering my mouth. My back arches with the need for more, and my heartbeat nearly explodes in my chest when his cock presses hard against me.

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