Page 7 of Dirty Pucking Tease

Twisting back to the bar, I held up two fingers to the bartender, letting her know I needed another round of tequila.

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The clock in my car flashed three a.m. when I swerved down the long, narrow driveway towards the house.

Something was blocking the driveway. Tapping the brakes, I leaned forward, flashing on my brights to try to make out the dark blob in the middle of the driveway.

It was a person... Fuck!

I threw the car in park, jumped out, and rushed to the person. Saying a silent prayer, whoever it was, wasn't dead.

"Are you okay?" I shouted, dropping to my knees beside the person.

"Go away," Jax slurred. He was trashed. I rolled back on my butt, annoyed that he scared me like that, and relieved there wasn't a dead person in my driveway.

"Seriously?" I rolled my eyes. "Why are you passed out in the driveway?" I caught sight of something in my peripheral vision, and my gaze snapped over to his bike lying sideways in the grassy area just off the concrete driveway. "Did you drive home?"

"Is this where you pretend to care about me, Baby Cruz?" he slurred, rolling over to his back, giving the perfect view ofthe side profile of his perfect face, his sexy full lips, structured jawline and sharp cheekbones. "How else was I supposed to get home?"

"You could have waited until the end of my shift, and I could have given you a ride."

"And give you another chance to tease me?" He scowled, staring up into the starry night. "No thanks."

"Tease you?" I repeated, drawing out the words more as a question. Me, tease him? That was almost comical. He was obviously trashed. "Okay, buddy, we should get you to bed." I hopped up to my feet and leaned down to grab his hands.

"You think you're so slick, don't you?" he asked with a slight edge to his tone. I raised my eyebrows. "Always showing your ass like a little slut. Teasing and taunting." This was typical Jax behavior.

"You know what,” I shoved his wrist away, "fuck this. Sleep in the driveway." I turned to storm off to leave him to sleep off his insanity in the driveway, but I didn't move fast enough. His long fingers curled around my wrist.

"Jax," I yelped when he jerked, and I fell straddling his lap. I quickly moved to push off of him. Sitting up, he locked his arms around my waist. Chest to chest, his lips so close his ragged breath fanned my lips, and the sweet smell of liquor hit my nose.

This was a dream, right? I'd had this dream before—more times than I'd like to admit.

"Tell me I'm wrong," he breathed against my lips, sending chills racing over my body. This definitely wasn't a dream. "Tell me you don't leave the bathroom door open while you shower to tease me." The only time I ever left the door open was if he wasn't home, and I knew he wouldn't be home, though the thought of teasing him had my attention. The idea of being able to turn on a man who had girls falling at his feet was interesting. Not only was Jax stupid hot, but he was also the star collegehockey player predicted to go pro. Girls came from everywhere for a shot with him, and he thought I was teasing him.

"You're wrong." I tried to hide the tremble in my voice.

A slow smile spread across his face. "I can feel your pulse racing." He smirked. "Does this make you nervous?"

"Jax," I breathed, eyes locked on his. My heart was pounding so wildly that I thought it might explode. "We should go inside." Pressing my lips into a thin line, I averted my gaze to look around the yard. Anyone could see us, and how would that look? My dad would flip. Jax's mom would definitely flip.

Jax was my stepbrother and not a new stepbrother. I was twelve when we moved in together. I was fourteen when we started sharing a bathroom. Now, we were both adults, and the chemistry had shifted, I thought.

I didn't know what this was, but it couldn't happen, and Jax would realize that, too, if he wasn't trashed.

"Jax," I hissed. "We should go inside. Now." His eyes lingered on my lips for longer than normal as he slowly started to nod. I blew out a breath, saying a silent thank you that he agreed with me. Jax was double my size, and if he didn't want to do something, there was no way I would make him. I gasped when he rolled, pinning me underneath him. "Jax."

"Chill, Baby Cruz," he said, pushing off me before pushing up to his feet. "I couldn't get up with you sitting on me." I hopped to my feet, quickly dusting myself off. "You're right. We should go inside." He leaned forward, charging me, scooping me up, and tossing me over his shoulder.

"What the actual fuck, Jax?" I growled, but he ignored the question, carrying me into the house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. Jax wasn't as drunk as I thought he was. Had this all been a game? He tossed me onto his bed. "What are you doing?"

"Going to bed," he mumbled, dropping his pants before reaching back and pulling off his shirt. I was so confused. Bitingthe inside of my cheek, my gaze trailed over his thick muscular thighs, up to the very prominent cock outline underneath the thin material of his black boxer briefs, up to his tight, tanned and toned torso. When my gaze made it up to his face, a blush heated my cheeks when his lips curled up into that sinister smirk he wore perfectly. He'd noticed I was checking him out. He climbed onto the bed, and I shifted to get off, but he looped an arm around my waist, dragging me back up to him.

"Jax," I growled, shoving away his arm. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Do you want my help or not?" he asked. I froze, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Help?" He nodded, and I realized what he was saying. I did want his help—no, I needed his help, and for some insane reason, I trusted him. "Yes."

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