“Be careful what you wish for, little lamb,” I told him, and when he merely grinned at me, I knew he wasn’t grasping the gravity of his situation. But then again, why would he? I played my part to perfection.
“Too late,” Jesse whispered, and moved up to his toes to skim his lips over mine. “You’re already here.”
When he was about to pull away, I backed him up against the rail and tightened my fingers at the back of his neck before I crushed my lips down on top of his and took his groan of pleasure deep inside my mouth, tasting his desire on my tongue as he tangled his with mine.
He was sweet. And that was the addiction here. That would be his undoing. I was drawn to that. I was lured by the side of Jesse that I had never possessed—it had been the same way with Lee.
“You need to work on your wishes. Don’t you know you’re supposed to wish for good things?”
“And you aren’t good?” Jesse asked, his eyes glazed over and a beatific smile playing across his lips.
I nipped at his lower lip and then sucked it into my mouth as I thrust my hips up against his, and when he whimpered, I shook my head. “I’m anything but good.”
“Then maybe I wished for something a little bit…bad.”
I chuckled and made myself step back from him, knowing if this continued there’d be nothing little about how bad I could get. I held out my hand to him. “Have you seen enough for today?”
Jesse slipped his hand into mine, and that gesture of trust, that immediate acceptance that I would lead him down a path to somewhere glorious, sent a rush of elation straight up my spine.
“Yes. And I’m a bit wet from the rain. Maybe you could take me back to the B&B and help me rectify that problem.”
Yes, it sent a thrill up my spine because Jesse had no idea how wrong he was.
“Are you sure we can’t stay another night?” I said later that evening, as I lounged across Tor’s bare chest. I made languid strokes up and down the ridges of his abs, running my fingers down the dark trail of hair that led beneath the sheet covering his hips. This quick getaway had been exactly what I’d needed, though I hadn’t let on to Tor about any of it. Not the reality check I’d gotten about what interns actually did, and I definitely hadn’t mentioned anything about my encounter with King, or the fact that he’d just happened to turn up at random times the rest of the week. He wasn’t exactly hiding the fact that he was watching me now, and I knew I’d eventually have to tell Tor. But for now, I was completely blissed out in his arms in the king-size bed we had for another handful of hours.
“I wish we could, but I’ve got some things to handle at the den tomorrow, since Trinity is off.”
“Who’s Trinity?”
“My right hand at the den.”
“Oh.” I planted a kiss on one of his pecs. “That’s okay. I should probably see what Brayden’s up to anyway, since I’ve skipped out on our movie nights.”
The arm Tor had around me tightened, and when I lifted my head, I saw his jaw clench.
“That’s okay, right?” I said, sitting up on my elbow.
Tor gave me a close-lipped smile. “Of course.”
“He’s just my friend. No benefits.” I winked, hoping to lighten the sudden tension I felt radiating off him.
He took a hold of my chin and brought my head down to his, kissing away my worries. “I know.”
“Good.” I pushed off the sheet and sat on the edge of the bed to pull back on my briefs. “Do you want a soda?”
Tor’s eyes glimmered in the darkness as they traveled down my body. “Did I say you could put those back on?”
A smile twisted my lips. “No, you didn’t.”
“Take them off.”
“Hmm.” I fingered the edge of the elastic band and backed away slowly. “I guess if you want them off, you’ll have to come make me.” Then I turned and ran out of the room, and even if I hadn’t heard Tor leaping out of the bed, I would’ve known he’d follow. He couldn’t resist a chase.
I skidded into the kitchen, barely reaching the fridge before I felt Tor behind me, and as I went to open the door, his hand shot out and slapped it shut. Then he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him, shoving in close so that my back pressed against the cold door, and I gasped.
“You think it’s fun to disobey an order, do you?” he growled as his hands rested on the top of the door to barricade me in.
I was breathless as I looked up at him. The ferocious scowl on Tor’s face should’ve been intimidating, and it was, but it also aroused me in a way I didn’t fully understand. Which was why instead of cowering, I smiled. “Yes,” I said, and I could tell that wasn’t the answer Tor wanted to hear, because his naked hips jammed into mine, his cock rock hard and ready to teach me a lesson. I responded by lifting my hips, and a strangled groan left him.