Page 39 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part 2

“A fair amount, if I’m honest.”

“Drink as much as you’d like, I’ve got you.” He spins me around in his arms and pulls me in at the hips, bringing our bodies flush together. He’s shirtless and his skin sears mine, or maybe that’s the alcohol swirling in my system.

Smudges of grease dot his skin, covering his face and forearms, and fuck if it isn’t sexy as shit. I like blue-collar work. Though Riggs would probably tell me that being a mechanic isn’t a good enough job for him to have if he’s with me. I’m good with whatever he wants to be because I don’t need a man to take care of me, I will do fine on my own. Having him by my side will just be a tremendous bonus.

His lips are soft against mine when he presses a kiss so gentle to my lips it contradicts the riot he is creating inside my body. “Mmm… Fuck you taste good, Outlaw.”

“It’s the brandy,” I say as I turn to pour some into my glass where ice remains.

“Brandy, that’s an interesting choice.” I shrug.

“I’ve never had it before and I quite like it.” I hiccup and give him a silly smile, feeling playful in his arms as I steal a kiss. I guess I’m not stealing shit when he’s more than willing to give it to me. The thing poking me in the belly is a testament to just how he’s feeling right now.

“Ew, get a room,” Kai teases.

“Payback.” I pin him with a pointed look over Riggs’ shoulder that I can’t take seriously. My hard stare breaks into a drunken grin that Kai returns, shaking his head.

He laughs. “Touché.”

Riggs leads a series of open mouth kisses down my neck, over my collarbone to the edge of my shoulder. “You’d better quit. I don’t think my brother wants to hear the noises that are waiting for you, sir,” I whisper and bop him on the nose.

The smirk he gives me is devious and so fucking sexy that my already needy skin blazes with heat. My nipples tingle with the thought of his mouth on them, and I can feel them getting hard. They press against my bikini top and it makes me squirm.

“Dirty,” he growls. “I like it.”

“Do you intend to do something about my dirty mouth, Jester?”

“Fuuuuuck, Outlaw,” he groans. “How are you going to do me like that while we are here?”

“There are plenty of bedrooms in the house,” Foxy chimes in.

“Okay, nope, that’s enough,” Kai gripes and Foxy giggles like the crazy woman she is.

“Kaiser, don’t act like I didn’t blow you before you went to the garage.” I don’t have to look at Kai’s face to know that his cheeks are fifty shades of red right now.

“Fox,” he whispers sharply.

“It’s sex, Kai, don’t be so harsh on yourself. Everyone does it and everyone needs it.” Jensen’s hand meeting my brother’s shoulder rings across the patio area. Kai looks everywhere he can but at a human.

“So, are we going to a room?” I ask. Riggs flattens his stare, but his expression is soft.

“I will not take advantage of you while you’re drunk.” His big hand palms my cheek, the opposite arm rounding my waist once again.

“I’m not that drunk. Are you saying that if I’m ever drunk, you’re not going to fuck me?” I try to be quiet, but my words aren’t as hushed as I hope.

“I mean, I’m sure one day it will happen, but maybe once we get to know each other better. Okay?”

I cross my arms over my chest.Damn gentleman… when I want him to be anything but.No, right now I want him to slam me up against the house and fuck me silly. Despite the pain it brings, my mind bounces back to the day when he did just that against the front door of his apartment. I wonder if he feels the same way about that day, if he thinks about it.

Pulling him in close to me, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, then lay my head on his chest, over his heart. My brain is demanding his closeness. The steady rhythm his heart beats out serves as a reminder that he’s mine and he’s here—he’s okay—obliging my worrisome brain.

Note to self, don’t remember that day for a while, no matter how hot it was.

Riggs seems to notice the lull in my mood. He presses my cheek to his chest while his thumb rubs my ribcage so lightly it tickles. “You okay?” he mutters, just for me.

“Can we go home?” Emotion wells within me. It’s probably the alcohol, but I can’t get it to stop.

“Sure, I’ll take you home,” he says, smoothing my hair back from my face.

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