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Beckett didn’t answer because he was grinning like an idiot, eyes darting back and forth between Jaxon and me. Shit. The attention was about to fall right back on Jaxon and me. Beckett threw his head back and yelled, “Kinley and Jaxon are fucking!”

“Oh my god!” I groaned and buried my hands in my hair. “You’re so dumb, Beckett! We’re not fucking!” And we weren’t. Not yet.

Preston studied Jaxon’s face. “Yeah, you are.” He smirked.

Jaxon shot Preston a pissed off look. “No. We’re not.”

“All right, all right!” Preston held up his hands with a grin. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Jaxon snapped and headed up the stairs.

“There’s nothing weird about going to bed at 10:30 when you’ve been out in the sun all day.” I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest. I headed up the stairs, ignoring the stupid smiles on everyone’s faces. “Night, assholes!” I yelled and pulled my bedroom door closed. When I turned around, Jaxon was pacing in front of the bed.

His aqua blue eyes flashed up to meet mine. “They know, but I swear I didn’t say anything.”

I nodded. “I don’t care, J.” I took a single step forward. “Are you embarrassed about what we did last night?” I didn’t know if I wanted the answer to that question.

Jaxon frowned. “What? No. Are you?”

Holy shit, thank god. I shook my head, my heart pounding. “Not even a little bit.”

“Are we… should we, again?”

“Yes.” I nodded and crossed the room. Jaxon pulled me into his arms and pressed me against his tight, lean body. I used to tease him about being skinny and wimpy. God, I was a bitch in high school. He was perfect and sexy as hell. I thought that even back then. I just couldn’t stop teasing him or thinking I had to be with football-playing assholes.

I kissed him softly. He responded with more passion than I was even remotely prepared to experience. Jaxon kissed me like he hadn’t eaten for weeks, and I was a fucking feast. Any ounce of shyness and uncertainty that was there the night before had vanished.

Jaxon’s lips were on my neck, and his hands massaged my ass with enough force to make me gasp, but not enough to hurt me. I moaned when he pressed his erection against my stomach. Fucking hell, Jaxon was packing. Apparently, the big brains thing was true.

“You were fucking driving me crazy at dinner.” He growled against my neck. I soaked up the raw passion in his voice, something beautiful that belonged to me. Maybe I couldn’t keep his passion forever, but at least right now, it was mine.

“You were driving me crazy all day.” I gasped when he cupped my breasts.

Jaxon’s teeth grazed my neck, and he yanked down the left strap of my tank top. He ran his tongue from my collarbone to my shoulder. Damn, J. I shivered with pleasure.

“K, what the hell are we doing? This is crazy, right?” Uncertainty filled his voice, but his body knew what to do with mine. Jaxon’s hands were back on my ass. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him.

I buried my hands in his hair and tipped my head back so his lips could access the tops of my breasts. “We’re doing what we want, J. It’s not crazy to do what you want.” My breathing was heavy, and I wished like hell we were naked.

He pulled away for a second. “But not sex, right?”

I laughed. “If that’s what you want.” We were going to fuck sooner or later. If the kisses were this hot, sex was unavoidable.

Jaxon licked his lips and said, “I mean, it’s better that way, so no one gets hurt.” Now his lips were back on mine, soft but urgent. How the hell did he do that? It made me feel worshipped.

This “messing around” with J was a terrible idea. I thought he turned me on before I knew he was a genius both in and out of bed. Now, I wanted him so bad it physically hurt.

Now I knew I’d always be in love with my best friend. As Jaxon laid me down on the bed with his lips on mine and his hands tangled in my hair, I almost believed he was in love with me, too.

But I was Kinky Kinley, the hot mess that was acting as a rebound for the beautiful genius that broke Jaxon’s heart. I was a fun time, not the kind of girl that a guy like Jaxon loved. He didn’t want to sleep with me because he didn’t want to hurt me. And J would hurt me, wouldn’t he? Because this wasn’t serious for him. That’s what he was trying to tell me.

Jaxon’s lips traveled down to my cleavage. His hands were on my breasts, and it felt good enough to make me scream. Now his lips were back on mine, and the passion behind them made it hard to breathe. Shit, I loved Jaxon Wood with my whole heart.

I tried to detach my feelings when his hand slid down the front of my jeans, but it was impossible. Jaxon was a part of me. He was wrapped up in every inch of my existence. To detach myself from J would be to tear myself to shreds.

So I felt his fingers slide into me, and when the pressure between my thighs built to unbearable levels, I let the pleasure seep into every corner of my body. I felt it everywhere. I felt him everywhere.

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