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Does he really want me?

Hesitating for a moment, the thought crosses my mind.There’s only one way to find out.

Glancing over at Patrick who stands with a smile watching as Jaxson flips in the air, a mischievous idea falls into place. Curiosity has always gotten the better of me, it just so happens to be time to put a theory to the test. “Patrick… I’m really nervous. Can you help me?”

“Of course, no problem,” he replies, placing on his helmet before walking towards me.

My eyes glance up to where Jaxson is. His gaze fixed onto me and Patrick as he slows down his quick movements, seemingly watching what’s going on between the two of us. But the moment that Patrick steps up to me, one hand on my arm as his other slides down the small of my back to the curve of my ass—Jaxson fills the doorway to the airgate and lifts his visor to stare at Patrick.

“I’ll take over from here.”

Patrick pauses for a moment, staring at Jaxson before his gaze shifts to me and I play stupid, having no idea what’s going on. But proving my theory nonetheless.

He does like to make a point known… he doesn’t like people touching what he wants.

I barely have a moment to process what’s going on before I’m pulled out into the chamber. One hand on my arm, I quickly grasp what I’msupposed to do as he lifts me higher with him. His eyes penetrating mine with an intensity I didn’t expect.

One move after another, he pulls me around. The wind brushing against my skin as the weightless feeling of flying takes over and my heart rushes with a euphoric high I can’t even begin to explain. If doing the things he does makes him feel like this all the time, I can understand why he does it.

The rush, the emotions. It’s a feeling that I could easily see myself becoming addicted to.

By the time we finally come down, I can’t remove the smile off my face. Patrick is clapping for us, and telling me how well I did on my first try. But the moment he leaves the room to take a call, Jaxson snatches me to him.

“What are you doing, Madi?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing?” I reply, staring at him with complete confusion.

He snorts, running a hand through his hair as he glances at the doorway before looking back at me. “Why would you let another man touch you when you came here with me?”

Ouch… now we’re acting like a dick.

It only takes a second and everything clicks with amusement. Patrick.

“I don’t understand why you’re upset, Jaxson,” I reply with soft amusement. “He was helping me.”

“I can help you,” he softly snaps, leaning in a little closer. “That’s whyIbrought you here.”

Letting the corner of my mouth lift into a small smile, I run my hand across his chest and slowly look up at him underneath dark lashes. “I don’t understand what the problem is, Jaxson. I’m your friend, remember? In fact, perhaps he’s free later.”

“Watch it, Madi,” he snarls softly. “You’re mine, remember?”

“If that’s the case, Jaxson,” I reply, watching his face soften a little as I lean up to brush my lips against his. “Then start fucking acting like I am.”

His face goes void of everything the moment my words leave my lips. My body moving back from him as I smile and turn, making my way towards the door. If Jaxson wants me to be his friend, I will.

Otherwise… he better get it together.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Madison

“Car. Now," he commands, his voice sending chills across my skin as I climb into the back seat of the car. I don’t know what I truly expected from our little interaction at the skydiving place, but the moment the door closes, all bets are off.

Fisting my hair, he pins me to the back seat, forcing my eyes to meet his. My lips are swollen, and I let a soft breath escape as I try to contemplate what’s running through his mind. The driver, hidden behind the black plexiglass that separates him from us, probably hears every bit of what’s going on.

“What was that about me needing to start acting like you’re mine?” Jaxson whispers against my ear. My heart races, and my core aches with the need to come. His teasing fingers against the inside of my thigh do nothing to ease the ache. If he honestly thinks this will get to me, he’s sadly mistaken.

“Well, when you introduce me as yourfriendto people or simply say that it’ssomething like that, when you damn well know I’m more than that, how do you expect me to act?”

His eyes darken with mischief as he chuckles. “So, you’re upset?”

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