“Never have I ever gotten drunk and pissed myself.”
Discord and Jester take long pulls from their bottles of beer.
Jamie gives Jester a droll face. “You all have an unfair advantage.”
“How’s that, James?”
“One,” she says to Jester, holding up her water bottle, “I don’t drink, and two, I’ve led a boring life compared to all of you.”
“Fine.” Jester pops up and saunters around the fire pit. He pulls a reluctant Jamie to her feet and gathers her in his arms. She tries to wriggle away, but he keeps her trapped in his arms. “I’ll even the odds. Never have I ever killed a man. There. See? Fair.”
Jamie rolls her eyes but takes a sip from her water bottle. “You’re an asshole.”
Jester gives her a big, loud kiss on the top of her head. “No shit. Now, let me give you back to this big bastard before he gets jealous.”
He deposits her next to me. Truth is, though, I’m already jealous. I love these men like brothers, but I’m about ready to beat the shit out of them if they don’t stop staring at her like a pack of starving wolves. Granted they’d have to be fucking corpses not to appreciate how fine she looks when she’s not dressed like an old lady, but she’s mine—even if I haven’t officially claimed it.
And personally, I think she looks cute as hell in her drab-ass clothes. Some women need fancy wrapping paper. Not her. She’s fine no matter what she wears—even in that gigantic underwear. Okay,especiallyin that gigantic underwear.
With the sun starting to dip, the weather turned crisp. We stopped riding a while ago and built a fire in a pit behind an old cabin near the edge of town. Thankfully, Jamie has indeed removed the stick from her ass and seems to still be having a good time even though the conversation has gotten raunchier the more beers my friends drink.
When she slides back beside me, she catches me staring at her. “What?”
I shake my head. “Admiring the view.”
Her smile fucking kills me.
Discord points to his brother. “Your turn, Hav.”
Havoc is half-hidden in shadow with his dark hair covering the upper half of his face. “Not happening.”
Discord groans in frustration and turns to Malice. “Let me guess, you’re not playing either?”
“No.” Malice cracks open his fourth beer.
“You guys are always so serious,” Discord complains.
“Not me,” Jester remarks. “I’m never serious.”
“No shit,” Malice grunts.
“Why so serious?” Jamie mumbles.
“What’s that?” Malice’s grumble has me putting a protective arm around Jamie. Friend or not, I’ll fuck up his world if he thinks to pull his bullshit with Jamie and ruin her day.
What I allowed on the drive home from Florida was one thing. I wanted to see her reaction when pushed. Now anyone who wants to get to her has to go through me—no exceptions. Andno onecan get through me.
Jamie squares her shoulders. “Nothing.”
Malice tilts his head and looks at her all side-eye and squinty. “Are you talking to me?”
Jamie lifts her chin, her gaze darting around the group before looking back at Malice. She presses against me as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and the way I have my arm around her is pure possessiveness. Well, it’s one way to get them to stop eye fucking her without me having to beat the shit out of my closest friends.
“Calm down. I was quoting a movie,” she grumbles.
“So was I.”
Her shoulders relax, and then she lights up with recognition. “Travis Bickle. You stumped me. I’ve only seenTaxi Driveronce. No wonder I didn’t catch it.”
