Page 15 of Jig's Last Dance

“So sweet,” he rumbles, thrusting his dick between my folds.

The friction is sinful, and I join the dance, rubbing against him rabidly. The skin-to-skin contact feels so naughty, especially because he makes no move to enter me.

Something I cast aside to think about later because, once again, I think I’d go all the way if he asked.

Nothing but our combined breaths can be heard as I tighten my hands on his shoulders and lean my head back. His rigid length runs along my slit, and I shudder, pleasure arcing through me.

With a cry, I pump against him brutally, and he meets my frenzied thrusts with his own. My eyes roll back to the sky, and I explode, staring blindly into the sun.

Grunting, Jig grabs my waist and growls into my neck, his arms trembling. I wrap around him like a vine, and when he draws back, I drop my gaze, blinking against the aura that surrounds him as the blaze slowly fades from my vision.

Dazed, I collapse against him, ignoring the sweet slide in my chest when he pulls me close.

I’m so fucked.

Chapter Three

Iwake to Jig wrapped around me, and my skin tingles when he rubs his erection against my ass.

“Mm,” he says, running his palm between the juncture of my thighs.

“Jig,” I moan, and he tightens around me.

“Am I interrupting?”

What? With a gasp, I move away from Jig and pull the covers over my head. Beside me, Jig lays on his back and exhales loudly.

“I guess so.”

I flush ten shades of red to hear Rain Flaherty standing in the doorway.

When I peek over the sheet, I see her head cocked to the side and I inwardly sigh. It’s not my best moment, lying here in bed with Jig, but it could be worse. She could’ve arrived during any one of the times Jig and I got it up all over his house.

What was I thinking?

She looks between us with raised brows before she smiles. “I haven’t seen you in a while. How’ve you been?”

“Um, fine,” I mutter.

The only other time Rain and I have spoken to each other was when I jumped into her fight like an idiot. But how could I not when it was five bitches against one?

I don’t approve of her choice of men—Jig’s friend Cynster Callahan is another fallen—but I admire her. She stood tall through a bunch of shit I observed from the sidelines. And I saw her strength, even envied it.

She pushed back where others fell in line. I could get behind a chick like that. Well, if she weren’t dating Cyn anyway.

Of course, I’ve heard now that she’s thick with McCafferty himself, and this doesn’t help her cause in my book. Paddy McCafferty is the head dick of his mafia family.

A reminder I don’t need as she turns her curious dark eyes to Jig and says, “Good.”

I’m in McCafferty territory, which shouldn’t matter but does, and I shift position uneasily as a wide smile crosses Jig’s face. “LB!”

My stomach lurches at the genuine affection in his voice. What would it feel like for him to look at me that way? Nope, doesn’t matter. Even if I wanted it, which I don’t, my brother would die. Clearly.

“You know Alice?” he asks.

“Yep. Can I talk to you?” Rain says, and Jig glances at me with an unreadable expression.

Mustering a miserable smile, I yank on the sheet. I feel dangerously exposed, and it’s not fucking pretty.

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