Page 21 of Dirty Pucking Tease

"How do I get in on that?" Brandon teased, and my cheeks heated. My gaze flicked to Jax, who was piercing Brandon with a threatening glare. Brandon's smile faded, and he cleared his throat. "I mean..."

"He means nothing," Jax cut him off, his gaze flashing to me. "Was he flirting or just being nice?" My brows pinched. How the heck was I supposed to know? Brandon Benson was hot. Likethe kind of hot that made a girl nervous, and I probably would be too if I hadn't grown up with him. He was tall, with dark hair and eyes, a sharp jawline, full lips, and a perfect white smile, and I was sure he was sporting some rock-hard muscles under his clothes. He could have any girl he wanted. I'd seen them throw themselves at his feet. So why would he flirt with me? "Come on, Baby Cruz? Was he flirting or not?"

"No." I smiled, confident with my answer. "He was being nice." Jax huffed out a groan as his gaze flicked up to Brandon.

"Were you flirting, man?"

Brandon's brows pinched as his gaze met Jax's, and his lips pressed into a thin line. Owen's head began to shake 'no' slowly. I was pretty sure I was missing something, but I had no idea what. "Just answer the question."

"Yes," Brandon said hesitantly, his gaze never leaving Jax's. "I was flirting."

"Were you flirting to be nice or because you like me?" I asked, curiosity twisting my face. "Or because you want to fuck me?"

"Holy shit," Jax cut me off, jumping out of his seat. "Do not answer that!" He pointed a threatening glare Brandon's way, but Brandon couldn't hide the smirk twitching at the corners of his lips.

"What?" I snapped. "How am I supposed to know if I don't ask, and who better to ask than a bunch of guys I grew up with?"

Jax's brows knitted together as he glared at me. His mouth opened, but before he could say anything, everyone's attention was drawn to the commotion behind me. None of us had time to register what was happening before everything erupted, and the room went crazy.

"Fight," someone chanted. I whipped around but was shoved hard by two massive men throwing punches and not caring about the people they took out in the process.

"Fuck," Jax muttered, moving to shield me from the fight that had gone from two men to eight. "Go find Tryst and Cam." I wasn't sure who he was talking to. Jax leaned forward, tossed me over his shoulder, and stormed out of the house.

"What happened?" I mumbled when Jax dropped me to my feet in front of my car.

"That's what happens when too much testosterone and alcohol are mixed." He groaned. Owen and Brandon strolled out of the house, but Trystan and Cam weren't with them.

"Where's Cam?" I asked.

"They are," Owen paused, "busy." He drew out the word.

"Busy..." I said, mocking his tone. "Doing what?"

"Let's get out of here," Jax said. "You guys leaving now, too?"

"I'm not leaving Cam," I said.

"Trystan is giving her a ride home," Owen said. "But we are going to hang out. We'll make sure she gets home."

"Here," Jax said, popping the trunk to his car before tossing Owen the keys. "We'll take Kai's car. You guys can take mine. We'll meet you at my house later." Owen nodded before following Brandon back into the house.

I texted Cam quickly, ensuring she was okay, while Jax grabbed his bag from his car.

Kaia: Are you okay? There was a fight inside.

Cam: Yes, I'm with Trystan in one of the back rooms.

Kaia: Are you behaving?

Cam: Absolutely not...

I smiled at the phone. I was glad she was happy, and I hoped Trystan wasn't going to hurt her.

"Give me your keys," Jax said, holding his hand out.

"It's my car." I narrowed my eyes at his hand.

"And I'm going to drive it." He smirked. Why did that turn me on? Was it the fact that he was telling me what he would do or that he was driving? Maybe both. I hadn't had much experience with men. In fact, growing up, it was almost like I had some contagious disease that only affected men because they always steered clear of me. So, I was still learning what I liked and didn't.

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