Page 48 of Forever Wild
“How’d you get this scar?” I ask as I drag my thumb up and across it. He’s still holding me by the wrist, but he doesn’t pull my hand away.
“Playing hockey.”
One side of my mouth quirks up. “I should have guessed.”
My gaze drops to his chest and lower, scanning for more marks. “I bet young Jackson got into all sorts of trouble. Any other scars?”
His grip around my wrist tightens when I try to drop my hand.
“Not ones that would be appropriate to show you.”
Well, that has my attention. My brows rise in question.
“Where?” I pull my hand away, and for a second I think he’s going to show me, but then he shakes his head.
“I have a scar on my hip.” I angle my body and then pull down the band of my shorts to show him the scar I got when I was a kid. “I wasclimbing in the kitchen and fell.”
His eyes sear into my skin and then he looks away. He’s seen me in far less the past few weeks, so it isn’t like I’m flashing him my tits. Though…
“Am I done?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Great. I’m going to shower.” He stands abruptly. I don’t know what’s going on between us, but I want to find out. He doesn’t seem to share that desire.
He stops just before entering his bedroom and turns. “Thanks for the haircut.”
“You’re welcome.”
My pulse is still racing as I sweep up the hair and toss it in the trashcan. I still haven’t heard the water turn on so I head toward his room. I need to know what the hell is going on between us. If I’m imagining it, then I’ll chalk it up to needing sex. And if I’m not…I’m not sure what I’ll do yet.
“Jack,” I call as I enter his bedroom. The door is open. I’ve never stepped into the space before, but it’s as neat and tidy as I expected. The bed is large and rests against one wall. A white comforter is tossed back on one side, showing gray sheets and matching pillowcases.
The shower turns on and I move to the cracked door, hoping to catch him before he gets in, but I don’t look in obviously. I’m not looking to get an unexpected eyeful.
I open my mouth to call out to him again, but then I hear him say my name.
It’s too quiet for him to be yelling out for help and something stops me from walking in. Instead, I keep listening.
He grunts and lets out a low hum in his throat. My skin warmsand my pussy clenches because I know exactly what’s happening in there. He’s…oh my god. And he’s sayingmyname.
15
BANG IT OUT
JACK
The next day when Ev comes over something’s different. It’s cloudy and the wind is blowing in a cool breeze. She sits in the same spot as usual, on one side of the workout area, as she goes through my inbox.
Everly reads off the details and waits for my reply. But instead of offering up her usual thoughts on my decisions, she says nothing. I just turned down an appearance request at a popular drag show in two weeks (love the show, but the time conflicted with James getting back into town and I know he’ll have a million things to go over). Not a peep out of Everly.
“Newburg High School sent information for a silent auction. They’re looking for items again this year and they thank you for your contribution last year.”
“Screw the kids this year,” I say.
She doesn’t even crack a smile.
“Okay, no to?—”
