Page 61 of Knot My Band: Part One
Jack’s hand slides along my thigh, fingers dancing over flushed skin.
“I like being stuck here with you,” I tease, leaning in to nip at his earlobe.
“Best place to be, if you ask me,” he counters, capturing my lips with his own for a soft, lingering kiss.
Our breathing synchronizes, a gentle ebb and flow that lulls me into a state of contentment.
Suddenly, the handle jiggles, and the door swings open before I can even think about yelling out. Chase stands there, his sandy brown hair tousled and those green eyes dancing with mischief.
“Ah, hell,” he chuckles, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he leans against the doorframe. “Of all the places to get knotted, you choose here?”
Jack’s growl rumbles beneath me, protectiveness flaring ashe pulls me closer—if that’s even possible. His blue eyes flash a warning, but the ridiculousness of our situation undermines it.
“Get out, Chase,” Jack grunts, though his mouth twitches in reluctant amusement.
“Easy, big guy.” Chase raises his hands in mock surrender, but his grin widens. “I was just checking on you two. We have a meet and greet, you know?”
“Well, they will have to wait,” I fire back, refusing to be embarrassed. My laughter blends with Jack’s, the sound filling the room.
“I’ll let you two enjoy this and guard the door?” Chase asks.
“Damn straight,” Jack says, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Chase gives us a final smirk before pulling the door closed behind him, leaving us once again in our little cocoon. Jack’s lips brush the top of my head.
I wiggle slightly, still feeling the warmth of Jack’s body enveloping me. “Guess the fans at the meet and greet will just have to be patient,” I tease, winking up at him.
Jack chuckles a low, sexy sound that vibrates through his chest to mine. “They’ll wait.”
The pressure eases, signaling that his knot has gone down. We both sigh, a mix of relief and the slightest hint of disappointment mingling between us.
“Looks like our time together is over,” Jack murmurs, helping me slide off his lap. The cool air brushes against my skin, making me shiver after the heat of our connection.
“Back to reality, huh?” I straighten my clothes, and my movements are sluggish, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
“Unfortunately.”
“Ready to face the masses?” I ask, nudging him towards the door.
“Only if you’re by my side,” he replies, taking my hand in his.
“Always.” I squeeze his hand back, feeling an electric jolt that has nothing to do with our earlier activities.
We open the door to find Chase leaning casually against the wall, drumsticks tapping an impatient rhythm against his thigh.
“Finally,” he drawls, pushing off the wall. “Thought I was going to have to strangle a guy who lingered too long across the hall.”
“Won’t be the last time,” Jack adds, his free hand finding its way to the small of my back, protective even now.
“No. It won’t,” Chase growls, causing more slick to flood my panties.
I’m going to need to use descenter before this meet and greet.
Oli
DIRTY BETA GOSSIP COLUMN
SOURCES SAY DIE-HARD EDGE FANS ARE FURIOUS AT COMBINATION WITH OLI HART AND WANT MAY BACK AS LEAD SINGER
