Page 49 of Whiskey Promises
Trystan laughs abruptly.
"You aren't his girlfriend," I mutter, scowling at Zoya. "Do I need to remind you again?"
"Okay, well," Connor quickly says, stepping away from Zoya. "That's my cue to get the fuck out of here." He shakes his head, glancing over at me. "For the record, it's your job to deal with her bad ideas now. I'm out."
"I do not have bad ideas," Zoya protests.
"Yeah, you do," Connor and I mutter at the same time.
She scowls at both of us, but Connor just chuckles and ducks out of the office, whistling. Trystan casts a glance over his shoulder, sees that she's dressed, and then turns around to face us again.
"So…busy week, huh?" he asks me, humor in his eyes.
"Trystan, get the fuck out."
"It's my office."
"Be nice to your cousin, Jareth."
Trystan's smirk grows. "Yeah, Jareth. Be nice to your cousin."
I reel Zoya back into my arms by the hem of her shirt, shaking my head. "Stop siding with the enemy, princess."
"Why the fuck am I the enemy?"
"You saw her shirtless."
"Oh my god." Zoya rolls her eyes at me. "They're just boobs, Jareth."
"Yeah, your boobs."
"Boobs are boobs," she says, not even sparing him a glance. "If you've seen one pair, you've seen them all." She shoots me a mischievous look. "Kind of like dicks."
"And that's about enough of that," I growl, silencing her with a kiss as Trystan cracks up. I kiss her until she melts against me and then release her. When I do, Trystan has vanished from the office. Thank God.
Zoya sighs, snuggling up against my chest. "I should go. We have the rehearsal dinner soon." Her gaze flits to mine. "Am I going to see you there?"
"Do you want to see me there?"
"Yes," she says, no hesitation in her tone. And then she bites her lip. "But maybe I should tell my parents the truth about Connor first."
"That's probably a good idea. He and Huck are making out all over the fucking vineyard. It's only a matter of time before your dad finds out. You should probably make sure Connor doesn't get taken eight miles out and dropped with bricks attached to his feet."
"Crap." She faceplants into my chest with a groan. "I've made a big mess, haven't I?"
"Yep," I confirm cheerfully, tipping her head back until she meets my gaze. "But it'll be fine. We'll handle it."
"Why aren't you mad about it?"
"Because you're in my arms right now, wearing my marks. It's my cum inside you. It's me you dream about every night." I shrug. "What's there to be mad about?"
Could I be pissed that she lied about Connor? Yeah. Maybe I would be if Ridley hadn't clued me in to the truth days ago. But I've known damn near since they got here that their relationship was bullshit. I've used her lie to my advantage, backing her into a corner to get her where I want her. And now, she's mine. What the fuck do I really have to be mad about?
"You're a strange man, Jareth Grayson," she mutters, pulling herself from my arms.
"No," I say softly. "I'm just one who knows what he wants."
She glances at me over her shoulder, her expression serious. And then she smiles, one full of hope. "We'll see," she says before sailing through the door.
