Page 91 of Hot for the Jerk

I squeezed my baby boy as tight as I could and shoved down the growing tightness in my throat.“I love you too, kiddo.Have a great day at school.”

Gabrielle shot me a wink, then turned on the car.I didn’t want to get exhaust in the house, so I shut the door just as they pulled away.My eyes immediately fell to the closed guest bedroom door.

Last night, I had no qualms knocking on his door and asking for what I wanted.Why was I so weird about doing it this morning?

Yank up those big girl panties and knock again.

Sucking in a deep breath, I made my way to the door, lifted my fist to knock, but then paused.Did I have coffee breath?Or worse?Morning breath?

I cupped my hand to my mouth and exhaled.Yep.Coffee breath.I dashed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then rinsed with minty mouthwash for good measure.I also checked my hair in the mirror and slathered on a little lip gloss.There was a purple and red, crescent-moon-shaped bruise around my eye and cheek from where Soloman had hit me.Jagger had applied some of his bruise balm to it last night, but I wasn’t sure if it did anything.Maybe it did, and I’d be a hell of a lot worse without it.I had no idea.

“Ugh!What am I doing?”I asked myself, staring at my tired eyes and the shadows beneath them.

“Yes, whatareyou doing, Rosebush?”

I screamed at Jagger’s voice, throwing the lip gloss up into the air and causing it to land in the sink.“Don’t creep up on a person like that,” I chastised, my heart racing.“Especially not after last night.”

His lips twitched with the threat of a smile.“Noted.I’m sorry.”

“D-do you need to use the bathroom?”I asked, unable to pull my eyes from the sexy as hell dusting of hair across his chest, or that thicker trail that disappeared beneath his plaid flannel pajama pants.Why did I want to drag my tongue from one patch of hair to the other, taking the long, scenic route through the rivers and valleys of his abs?

“Uh, yeah, please.”

“O-of course.Of course.”Like a bumbling fool, I stepped out of the way so he could enter, and he closed the door.

The heel of my palm met my forehead.“Stupid.Stupid.Stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, Elsa,” he called through the door.

Fuck.

I ran to the living room because my brain wasn’t working and that’s where my feet took me.I started to pace and chew on my thumbnail.

That’s how Jagger found me, an amused smirk on his mouth, as he watched me ping-pong from one end of my small-ass living room to the other.“What’s going on?”he asked cautiously.

My eyes found his.“I don’t know.”

“Everything okay with Marco?”

“Gabrielle took him to school.I said he could take the bus home if I had confirmation that Soloman was off the island.”

He nodded and scratched at his beard.“Is that what’s got you pacing like a caged animal?”

“No.”

“Care to share?”

“Do you want to dothatagain?”I blurted out, stopping in my tracks and pointing at the guest bedroom before dropping my gaze to the ground.It immediately drifted to his bare feet.Ugh!They were still really nice, even with the sparkly hot pink nail polish, his feet made me feels things I definitely shouldn’t—especially about feet.

“Of course I do.”

My eyes sprang up to meet his.

“I woke up with a massive fucking boner, took forever for it to go down.I’ve been awake for ages, just couldn’t come out because my dick wouldn’t cooperate.”He tilted his head to the side.“Were you worried I wouldn’t want to?”

“I don’t know!”I threw my hands in the air and started pacing again.

“Please stop pacing.”He came over and gripped me by the shoulders.“What indication did I give you that I wouldn’t want to do that again?”

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