Page 108 of Séance

Right?

Jameson shakes his head in denial. “I’ve fucked girls, went to dinner or a movie with them, but once the evening was done, sowere we. You are different. You’re our girl. This isn’t just for one night or one date or one fuck. We’ll never be done with you.”

Swoon.

Can a girl fall in love with a guy that easily?

Weren’t there supposed to be rules or something for dating?

Everything about Jameson calls to my soul.

His insanity is the perfect fit to my crazy.

“Promise?” I’m unable to keep the emotions from my voice, and it trembles on the single word.

He presses his forehead against mine, grasps the back of my neck, and pulls me forward. “Yes.”

There is no joking, no teasing, and no chance to misunderstand.

In place of the jokester is a man who would burn down the world for me.

He’s everything that I dreamed of when I was held prisoner but never believed would be possible, and a single tear slips down my cheek at his simple vow.

He can’t know what that means to me, but I have every intention of showing him.

I press up on my toes, slipping my hands up to his shoulders, and I brush my lips lightly over his mouth. “Then I’ll do my best to be your person, whether that means a friend or fellow troublemaker or shield when you need to take shelter from the world. I’ll be here for you.”

He searches my face, his expression vulnerable for a few seconds. Whatever he finds must satisfy him, and it’s like he lights up from within. His grin is nearly blinding, then he crushes me against his chest in a fierce hug. “Deal.”

After a few seconds of not being able to get any air in my lungs, I tap his shoulder, then wave my arms to the others. “Need. To. Breathe.”

Jaceson chuckles and works to pry Jameson away from me, but it’s like he’s suddenly sprouted eight arms, clinging to me like an octopus. Gunner wrestles him in a headlock, but it’s not until he mutters one word that Jameson finally stops struggling.

“Share.”

“Fine.” Jameson peers up at me with a grin, not the least repentant. “But only with the guys. At the party, you are ours.”

“Sounds good to me.” The idea of hanging out with anyone else has a shudder going down my spine.

Gunner releases him reluctantly, as if he’s unsure he believes him. When no shenanigans ensue, he heaves a sigh and rubs the back of his head. “You should eat something before we head over. I left you some food in the kitchen.”

While I eat, the guys take turns showering. It’s hard to eat while knowing they are in my house, very much naked, and only a few doors separating us.

It’s a miracle that I manage not to choke.

Or join them.

I debate it for a few seconds, but I’m not brave enough yet, despite my almost overwhelming attraction to them.

The walk over to the party is slow, the music so loud that it’s practically an oppressive presence in the air. Nearly every light on the ground floor of their house is alight. Vehicles are parked haphazardly up and down the street, while people continuously stream to and from the house, drinking, dancing, laughing, and speaking with voices that are just a little too loud.

I clutch the jewelry box in my hands like it’s a life raft to keep me from drowning. The deluge of noise and people is almost too much to take in at once, my senses bowing dangerously under the overload. I don’t realize that my steps slow until Jaceson bumps my shoulder companionably. “We just have to enter, then we can escape to a quieter room.”

I search his face for a lie, but his pained expression tells me that he might like partying even less than I do. Relieved to have someone who understands, I lean into his side. “Thank the goddess.”

My skin tingles when he slips his arm around my waist and tugs me into the protection of his body. The scent of sunshine and outdoors relaxes me further, and I practically melt against him. As we enter the house, I recoil, the thumping beat of the music so loud that it’s like a slap in the face.

The house is pure chaos, every square inch of space occupied. I didn’t realize the guys were so popular. From the way the men are greeted, their notoriety is due to more than just their money—they are respected, admired, and maybe even feared.

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