Page 57 of Switch

I bite my lip and turn away, hiding my satisfied smirk.

And then it happens.

It starts with one shot too many and avery baddecision made by Chloe.

“You know what we need?” she slurs, slamming her empty glass on the bar.

Jenny lifts a brow. “Oh God, this sounds like trouble.”

Chloe grins wickedly. “Karaoke.”

Carlie gasps, immediately on board. “YES.”

Sophie is already hunting down the guy in charge of the sound system.

I blink, suddenly sober enough to realize what’s happening. “Wait. Wait, wait, wait—”

Too late.

The next thing I know, the five of us are standing on top of the bar, microphone in hand, the opening beat of a Spice Girls song blaring through the speakers.

“Who do you think you are…”

“Oh,fuck me,” I murmur, realizing there’s no escape.

Carlie’s throwing her hands in the air like she’s headlining a damn concert. Chloe and Jenny grind against each other, laughing so hard they can barely keep up with the beat. Sophie? She’s fully doing a hair flip mid-verse. And me? I’m just tryingnot to die of secondhand embarrassment while also living my best life at the same damn time.

The guys are losing their fucking minds.

I can hear Mason yelling, “Carlie, you’re cut off after this, I swear to fuck!” Tank’s head is in his hands, groaning, but he’s grinning. Piston? He looks like he’s about to crawl over the bar and snatch Jenny mid-verse.

Jax? He’s standing. Hands in his pockets. Just staring. His eyes are burning, intense, locked onto me like I’m the only one in this bar.

And suddenly, I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. I hold his gaze as I run my hands down my body, moving to the music, just to see what he’ll do.

His nostrils flare. His fingers twitch at his sides. And then—I feel the heat of his body behind me. He’s there, yanking me off the bar in one smooth motion, pulling me against his chest, his hands gripping my hips so tight it makes my head spin.

“Jax—”

His mouth is on mine before I can finish.

The crowd goes wild, but I barely hear them.

His kiss is deep and dirty, claiming me all over again. One of his hands slides up my back, gripping the back of my neck, while the other drags me closer, making sure I feel every inch of how much he wants me.

I moan into the kiss, fisting his cut in my hands, my body melting into his. Too much. Too much and not enough. I press against him, desperate for more, for everything, but suddenly—

Jax rips his mouth away, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against mine. “Fuck this.”

Before I can blink, I’m off the ground. Jax hauls me over his shoulder, gripping the back of my thighs as he makes a beeline for the exit.

The bar erupts in laughter, hoots, and cheers.

Jenny yells, “GET IT, BELLA!”

Jax doesn’t stop. Doesn’t acknowledge anyone. Doesn’t slow down.

I lift my head to look at him, breathless, turned on, completely at his mercy. “Jax—”

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