Page 91 of Scrum Heat

“You say that like it’s a threat.”

He laughs into my neck, then nips at my jaw, breath hot against my skin. “Just giving the others a show. You gonna let the bottle spin again, sweetheart?”

“Eventually,” I whisper, grinding just once more for good measure. “But I’m busy right now.”

And judging by the way Theo licks into my mouth again like he owns it, so is he.

Eventually, I pull myself off Theo—still a little dizzy, still tasting him on my tongue. My body is flushed and buzzing, scent all over the room, and I know it.

The others do, too.

Rory won’t meet my eye, Finn is openly flushed, and Theo’s smirking like he’s just won a gold medal in oral warfare.

The bottle sits discarded in the middle, no longer needed. I’ve kissed three of the four, and we all know who’s left.

I glance across the room to where Jax sits, his toned legs spread wide, his hands loose over his thighs. His eyes don’t move—not once. They stay locked on mine with that quiet intensity that says more than words ever could, and my pulse skitters.

I shift off Theo’s lap slowly, one leg at a time, limbs still humming, mouth still kiss-bitten and hot. I flash him a grin over my shoulder.

He lifts a brow. “Where you going, sweetheart?”

“Where do you think?”

His smirk is filthy. “You know the rules.Crawl.”

“What is this, a heat fanfiction?” I snort.

“Don’t pretend you’re not into it,” he grins.

I hesitate only for a beat, then drop to my hands and knees again. I start to move across the room, then glance back over my shoulder, just in time for Theo to swat my ass.

I smirk even as I squeak. “Ow.”

“You’ll live.”

I roll my eyes and keep moving.

Every step closer to Jax makes the air feel heavier. By the time I reach him, I’m breathless; resting between his knees, my whole body tuned to his.

He looks down at me. He doesn’t seem surprised, not even greedy, just…patient.

“You okay?” I whisper. “I mean, this game’s gone full unhinged at this point.”

He blinks once. “You’re scenting like you want me to rip your clothes off.”

My heart stutters.

“Jax.”

“Don’t ask me if I’m okay, Frankie,” he breathes. “I haven’t been okay since you walked in this house.”

I can’t wait for another moment longer. I scramble up into his lap, my knees bracketing his thighs, arms looping around his shoulders as his big hands settle on my waist.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I whisper.

He doesn’t answer.

Just grabs the back of my neck and kisses me.

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