The look on her face nearly guts me. Her asshole employee and his little slut probably didn’t even notice it, but I sure as fuck did, and I’m pissed. She looks like her heart is shattering into a million pieces and her world is falling apart.
I need to know what has happened to brake her so badly that she’s built walls high enough I don’t think she’ll ever let anyone in. And fuck me if I don’t want in.
“He’s wrong, you know,” I say to her as we follow her back to her station.
Ignoring me, Jet looks to Greer and points to the chair he was sitting in before. “It shouldn’t take me much longer,” she informs us, putting on gloves and sitting down herself.
I am silently fuming. One look at my best friend, and I know he is also. His eyes give him away, same with the tick in his jaw.
“He always talk to you like that?” Greer finally growls out.
She doesn’t look up, just says, “Don’t worry about it.”
“He threatened you,” I snap at her.
She waves me off. “He won’t do anything.”
I’m doubtful. In my own experience, when someone makes a threat, they tend to follow through. I won’t let it get that far, though. She has a lot to learn if she thinks either of us is going to let the threat go. She may not be ours yet, but as soon as I can get her into bed, I know we’ll both be putting our mark on her.
Greer
Sitting through hours of Jet touching me without being able to act on it is fucking torture. I want my hands imprinted on her hips from holding her too tightly. I want to nibble on her delectable, pouty lips. Yet there she sits, cool as a cucumber and nothing. Not even an eye flick to check either of us out.
If it weren’t for the fact she kept licking her lips when I took off my shirt at the beginning, I’d think she is immune to us. I also caught her checking out Eli’s ass at one point.
Now, she is nearly finished with my new ink, and we haven’t made a move. I know she thinks I’m an ass, and it’s true, I am, but Eli is the smooth talker and usually blows right over my gruff attitude.
As she cleans the excess ink off my skin, I stare hard at my supposed best friend, and he refuses to meet my eyes. It doesn’t take long for me to realize what he’s doing—cocksucker’s gonna make me ask her out.
Fuck.
“All right, all done.” My eyes shoot to her at the sound of her soft voice. “What do you think?” Jet holds up a mirror. I don’t even look at her work. My eyes are glued to her spectacular lips as I respond, “Fucking perfect.”
Her gaze slowly meets mine at the husky undertones in my words. This light shines in her eyes—something akin to hope—like she wants us to be attracted to her but is afraid to have it happen.
What the fuck is her damage?
I don’t say anything to her startled look, letting everything I feel show in my own penetrating gaze. Something I’m not used to doing either. Like her, I guard everything, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know I’m going to need to let it go if I want this girl.
“Right, well, uh… I’ll just clean up here and meet you both up front.” I can see how uncomfortable she is, the way she stammers through her words. Hell, I am as flustered as her by this attraction.
As she backs up, she runs right into Eli’s solid chest. A soft oomph emits from her mouth. The way she closes her eyes, taking in deep breaths like she’s trying to either calm herself or breathe in the feeling of being trapped.
Eli has a tight grip on Jet’s waist as she turns to face him. “You’re in my way, Hulk,” she whispers with no heat in her voice.
A smile lights his face at the nickname she’s given him. He bends his head down to whisper something in her ear that I can’t hear. That’s when I make my move closer to her, pressing my front flush to her back. Her intake of breath is audible, loud, like a pin dropping in church at a Sunday service.
I lightly run my fingertips from her delicate shoulders, down over her intricate tattoos, to her fingers. Intertwining our hands, I raise one to my lips first, then the other to Eli’s whose head pops up at her sharp breaths.
As Eli grabs her hand from mine, my fingers glide back up her arm to play at her collarbone. So soft, so delicate. Our girl smells like sunshine and brandy. Pressing my body further into hers, I feel my erection nestle against her plump ass cheeks, as Eli pushes into her front a little more. With every one of our movements, her breath catches, and her head leans back just a little bit more.
I am enraptured with the way she allows us to take this small amount of control from her. She doesn’t seem the type to concede to just anyone. Perhaps this is what she needs—a man, or in our case men, to take away her control. To give her everything she wants but doesn’t ask for.