Page 103 of Insincerely Yours
And much to my horror, Reed looks all too ready to oblige, forcing me to step between the pair. Would I like to see Jase with another black eye? Sure. Would I like to see Reed in the hospital? Definitely not.
Because I have a feeling Jase could very well make that happen.
“If you insist on playing guard dog for her, you might want to up your game,” he says to Reed, looking downright pissed.
“What are you talking about?” I snap.This jackassisthe one who just kidnapped me. If he cares about my protection, maybehe’sthe one who should stop.
“Smoke Stack here should be fine,” Jase says, nodding to Reed, “but I have a feeling your other friend is going to be in for a rather gnarly trip in not too long.”
“Excuse me?” Is this asshole seriously threatening my friends?
As soon as Jase sees my expression, he rolls his eyes but still manages to keep his same brand of superiority.
“That pot you were about to enjoy—” he motions back out onto the dance floor “—is what some might refer to aspalliative care.”
Palliative care.
As in the highly potent form of medical marijuana that’s prescribed to hospice patients who are in excruciating pain.
I look at Reed, seeing that this is news to him, too, as we both curse.
Given what we’ve already seen Maggie inhaling over the last half hour, we’re inclined to agree with Jase. She’s going to be in for a rude awakening.
Since I’m supposed to be the designated driver on the ride home, I pull out Reed’s car keys and hand them back to him. “It’s fine,” I assure, knowing he’s battling between whether he should go to her or stay with me. “Just get Maggie, and take her home.”
I give Reed a wink that Jase can’t see, letting him know that I have no intention of staying here without them. I’m just saying it to fuck with this asshole a little longer, making him think I will.
Reed still hesitates, shooting Jase a warning look, but I nod, assuring him again I’ll be fine.
As expected, the jackass next to me doesn’t take this too well. The instant Reed leaves us alone in the hallway, Jase turns,getting right up in my face and damn near growling, “Go with them, please.”
That last word sounds an awful lot less like a request and a hell of a lot more like a warning of his own, only making me smile broadly up at him.
“Why? The night’s still young. I was thinking of inviting Wes to come and join me.”
Jase scoffs. “Yeah, I doubt this is Dickie Greenleaf’s scene.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so quick to judge,” I purr. Placing my hands at the top of his chest, I slowly drag my fingertips down. “I’m sure I could get him to loosen up just fine. Not to mention, there are so many lovely dark places we could slip away into, like this one.” My hands drift past his navel, the ends of my nails skimming the thin fabric of his undershirt just enough to make the muscles shudder ever so slightly. “Who knows what I’d let him do to me?”
“Get. Out. Of. Here.”
“Or what? Are you going to tattle on me to my parents?” I click my tongue. “Come on, Rivers. We both know that’s not your style.”
I stand on the tips of my toes, closing the distance between us so much that I can feel his breath on my lips. Whether he’s aware of it or not, his eyes drop to my mouth, heat unmistakably flaring to life in them. And that’s not the only place.
My hands fall from the bottom of his torso to the belt loops on his pants. It doesn’t take much to reel him into me, barely more than a tug, and when Jase’s hips meet mine, I can feel every inch of him straining behind the denim of his pants. I’m not sure if I’m a sadist or masochist, but feeling his cock pulsating against me ensures he’s not the only one affected.
“You fuck people over the only way you know how,” I whisper, nipping his bottom lip with my teeth. “By doing absolutelynothing.”
I know I’ve hit home, because my low laugh catches him off guard before I shove him back. Jase actually stumbles, and I take my victory in hand, casting him a shit-eating grin to beat all shit-eating grins before I turn and walk away.
Say what you want about retaliation; the catharsis it offers is pure gold. For the first time in nearly four years, the weight in my chest lifts, and a genuine smile touches my lips—
Before something else does.
Hands grab hold of my waist and whirl me back around, placing me once again in front of Jase as his mouth crashes against mine. He abandons his hold on my waist, favoring my hair, driving me backward until my spine meets the cement wall. There’s nothing remotely gentle in the act, and we both seem to prefer it that way as his body covers mine, pinning me in place.
I try clinging to some shred of sanity, but I can’t. Not when his tongue continues stroking mine like that. He’s beyond insatiable, and I can’t help but to respond in kind, feeling the length of him pulsate against my clit. Or maybe that’smepulsating. Every sweep of his tongue only makes it grow stronger, to the point that shivers radiate up my spine despite the humid air.
