Page 18 of Hellbent
I climb into the truck first, still dazed and burning from that kiss. Jake slides in beside me, flashing a grin full of intent.
Damian slams the driver’s door shut, locking me in between them, and peels out onto the street.
We fly down the road, past the town limits, onto the dark stretch of highway.
“You’re a wild woman, Max,” Jake says, voice full of admiration. “I can’t believe you tried to take on Connor.”
“I fucking hate that guy,” Damian mutters.
Jake nudges me. “What’d he do, exactly?”
“He tried to grope me.” I shrug and then laugh, feeling silly and loose. “Mess with the bull, you get the horns.”
Damian barks a laugh.
Jake wraps an arm around my shoulders, tugging me against him.
“You are so fucking sexy, you dork,” he murmurs.
Then he kisses me again.
I don’t think about where we are. About the fact that Damian is right there beside me, close enough to hear every breath, every shift. I don’t care. I kiss back.
Because Jake’s mouth is perfect, and I’m losing myself in the way he tastes and feels.
His hand slides under the hem of my shirt, fingers skating over my ribs, teasing just enough to make me arch. He hums against my lips, pleased, his other hand gripping my thigh, pressing into the denim of my new jeans.
A sharp inhale from Damian pulls me back for a second, reminding me that we aren’t alone. But suddenly that knowledge only makes my pulse pound harder.
Jake pulls back slightly, his lips brushing my jaw, his breath warm. “You good, babe?”
I nod. Better than good, but it’s not enough. I need more.
He smiles and leans in, voice low. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Maxwell.”
I shiver. His grip tightens on my thigh, his mouth finding mine again, deeper this time.
Damian sighs, muttering something under his breath.
I don’t know if it’s amusement, frustration, or something else entirely.
But I don’t stop. And neither does Jake.
CHAPTER FIVE
TEETH BRUSHED AND swallowed up in an oversized t-shirt Jake lent me, I pad across the hall to Jake’s bedroom.
And when I step inside, I freeze.
This is…not what I expected.
I’d pictured a typical guy’s bedroom—maybe a mess of clothes on the floor, an unmade bed, bare walls. Instead, I findtwobeds. Twin-sized. Damian sprawled on one, Jake sitting on the other.
They share a room?
“Oh,” I blurt, caught off guard.
Jake follows my gaze and grins. “Don’t worry, cutie, Damian’s crashing on the couch.”
