Page 68 of Séance

Something dark and hungry flares in Ellis’ brown eyes, a feral look that says he likes the idea.

He blinks and hauls Gunner’s arm over his shoulder. “You have quite a breeze going on back here, man. Let’s get your ass covered in clothes before you fall on your face and really give her something to gawk at.”

I watch Ellis steer the big man away, and I almost take a step after them. I peer up at Jameson in confusion, doing my best to ignore that his face is only inches from mine, his lips right there for a kiss if I were brave enough.

My unease won’t allow me to take what I want, though, until I understand what the hell just happened.

“I don’t understand. Do guys usually share women?” I scowl at him, and I cross my arms in front of my chest defensively. “Because the idea of any of you with a different girl has me wanting to commit violence.”

Jameson kisses me on the tip of my nose, allowing me to escape his sexy teasing, and a breathtaking smile crosses his face. “Nah, it’s not typical. Most men are possessive idiots. It’s rare to run across someone like you though—someone so perfect that you already feel like you’re part of our group. You’re one of us…ours.”

He closes the distance between us, pushing my hair away from my face and tipping my head back to study me, then he mutters under his breath, “Even if some of our group doesn’t know it yet.”

I pull away from his tempting touch, not willing to be distracted. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“As far as I’m concerned, only you are allowed to touch me.” Tossing me a wink, he saunters backward until his knees hit the bed. He falls back, lazily stretching out across the giant mattress, then waves a hand down his mouthwatering body. “Feel free to touch me at any time you want and use my body any way you like. I’m all yours.”

I swallow hard at the temptation. His shirt rode up, leaving his toned abs on display, and my mouth waters, wanting to lick his Adonis belt to see if he tastes as good as he looks. I’ve seen pictures of men in magazines with abs so cut that they look chiseled. I just assumed it was all photoshopped until I met the guys.

His cock is still hard behind his sweatpants. As I watch, it bobs, as if begging for attention, and my core clenches, suddenly feeling achingly empty.

“James, stop teasing her,” Jaceson snaps from the doorway, a furrow appearing between his brows as he glares at his brother.

Jameson sighs dramatically, flopping back onto the bed with his hands thrown wide. “Cockblocked by my own brother. I thought you loved me, man. I thought I was your favorite. How could you curse me with blue balls for the rest of the day?”

He jolts upright, wicked amusement dancing in his eyes, and he wiggles his brows comically at his brother. “Unless you want to join us.”

Jaceson heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes as if used to his brother’s antics, and proceeds to ignore him completely. When he looks at me, his expression is a mixture of confusion and concern. “I know we were set to go to town today, but I’ll understand if you want to stay home and off your feet.”

“Shopping?” Jameson bounces off the bed like an eager puppy, zipping across the room to disappear into a giant closet. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

Jaceson falls silent, his eyes narrowing on where his brother disappeared, then he stalks across the room. Ignoring the clothes that fly through the air and the dark mutterings from his twin, he gently closes the closet, then pushes the dresser across the front of it.

A devious, satisfied smile crosses his face, and he dusts off his hands. “That should give us enough time to get you to your house. Don’t let him pressure you into doing something you’re not ready to do.”

I hesitate when he stops next to me, unsure if he’s talking about the trip to town or the offer to share me. I blow out a slow breath, trying to give my brain time to cope with how the world is constantly shifting around me.

Peopling is fucking hard!

I thought I was desperate to get out of the prison that was my room, but I’m beginning to see that I’m wholly unpreparedto face the real world. I smile at Jaceson, loving that he’s worried about me. “My feet are fine, though I would love to shower and change before we leave, if that’s okay.”

I completely ignore the elephant in the room, and he thankfully allows it. He shoots a dubious look at my feet, then purses his lips. “Do you mind if I take a look at your wounds before you try wearing shoes?”

“Sure.” I shrug a shoulder, flustered that they are so concerned over a couple of scratches. I’ve had broken bones that I had to set myself, and no one ever asked if I was okay.

A thump comes from the closet, then a curse. “Guys? You there? Aw, come on. Not again! Let me out!”

Jaceson smirks as pounding sounds from the direction of the closet, amusement dancing in his eyes, then he stalks toward me, scoops me up in his arms, and marches from the room. I wrap my arms around his neck, unsure if I’ll ever get used to the guys manhandling me.

The scent of sunshine and the outdoors surrounds me, and I can’t resist leaning closer and taking another whiff of him. There is a hitch in Jaceson’s stride, but he doesn’t look at me as we continue down the stairs and straight out the door.

“You know I can walk, right?” I ask in amusement, secretly enjoying the attention.

A scowl crosses his face, his arms tightening around me. “Not until I see your feet.”

With his long strides, it doesn’t take much time to get to my front door. When he reaches for the door and it opens under his touch, he gives me a severe look. “You didn’t lock your door?”

I want to roll my eyes at the scolding, but I’m a little too uncomfortable that I actually forgot. “We were in a rush with Gunner and everything.”

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