Page 107 of Hot for the Jerk

Myla managed to convince the Coast Guard to come over to the island with a few Seattle police officers, and escort Azriel and Ezekiel off the island—in handcuffs.So at least I’d be able to sort of sleep better tonight.

“What’s on your mind?”Jagger asked, coming out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth that night, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants.Even his big, sexy feet were bare.“Your brows are pinched tight and you’re staring at the wall like it’s one of those magic pictures with the 3D image hidden in it.”

I shook my head and blinked before looking at him.“It’s not like the twins to do something on their own like this.They’re absolute morons.Ozais runs the show.So why didn’t we find him?I’m having a hard time believing he’s not on the island too.”

He dropped his pants and slid naked under the covers, distracting me slightly.“Aren’t the twins married with their own children?”

“Yep.Still don’t do much without Ozais’s say-so, though.I wouldn’t put it past them that Ozais sat in the corner and told my brothers when to come when they fucked their wives.He’sthatcontrolling, and they’rethatbraindead.The perfect pawns and patsies for a scheme like this.But definitely not ones to mastermind it.”

“Could Soloman not be the mastermind?”

“I’m sure he is.I’m sure he went to Ozais and told him his plan, and my brother jumped on board, recruited the idiots and then made them do the legwork.It’s how he operates.”

“Well, Wyatt made a call to a former SEAL he’s worked with before, and he’s going to head out to Idaho and go check in on things.See if Ozais is home.”

“He won’t be,” I said, my throat tight as I gripped the duvet cover hard in my fists.“He’s here.I can just feel it.”

As if he knew exactly what I needed, Jagger hauled me against him and sunk us down into the covers and pillows.“What can I do right now to take this off your mind and help you sleep?Would you like a massage?I’m sure your shoulders are tense as fuck.”

The fact that he hadn’t brought up the blowjobs I promised him earlier earned him a million bonus points and gold stars.I mean sure, I would do it, but him notdemandingthem went a long way.I’d always found the man attractive, but I never thought I’d catch myself falling in love with him, let alone so fast.

Was it fast though?We’d known each other for years, and there’d been such tension … maybe it was weird foreplay?

He pressed a kiss to my temple.“Hmm, Elsa?What can I do?”

“You can tell me the craziest thing you’ve ever done to make someone smile,” I said, desperate for a distraction, but not entirely convinced I was up for sex tonight.I wasn’t sure my head could get there.

His smirk stirred those sleepy butterflies in my belly.“Promise not to laugh?”

“No,” I said plainly, already chuckling.“I just asked you to tell me the craziest thing you’ve done to make someone smile.Odds are, I’m going to laugh.”

With a sigh and an eye roll, he slipped out of bed, giving me a very nice view of his tight butt, as he went to his closet, and slid the door open.After rummaging around for a moment, he pulled out a sparkly blue ball gown.

“You dressed up in drag?”I asked, not expecting this at all.My eyes nearly popped clean out of my head when he pulled out the blond wig too.

“I dressed up as Elsa, to be exact.Aya really wanted Elsa at her third birthday party, but the Elsa Bennett hired to come got food poisoning last minute.I was already on the mainland doing a delivery, popped into a costume shop, and … Uncle Elsa made it to her party.”

Fucking hell, this man just kept pleading his case for me to fall in love with him.

“And it made her smile?”I asked, kind of wishing the dress wasn’t in front of his cock, and I could ogle it a little.

“She’d never laughed so hard in her life.Tears streamed down her face, and she said her tummy hurt the next day from so much laughing.”

“You’re the best uncle in the world, aren’t you?”

Color filled his cheeks, and he shrugged.“I love those little shits so fucking much.There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them.”

I could tell he was being completely serious.The butterflies in my stomach were awake now, and chanting at me to ask him to put on the dress.I bit my lip to hide the enormous grin that wanted to break free.“Would you—”

He sighed again.“You want me to put it on?”

“Would you?”

With another eye roll, he ducked into the bathroom.“I’m not putting on the heels though.I draw the line there, woman.”

“Fair enough.”I giggled.

Less than a minute later, a beefy Elsa with a beard appeared, complete with the wig, muscles, and chest hair.He did a few classic Elsa poses, all to my uncontainable laughter.Then his gaze turned heated.“How’d you like to get fucked by Uncle Elsa?”he asked, crawling onto the bed and pinning me beneath him, still under the covers.

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