Have you had him alone...

My eyes drop to the floor, realization weighing me down.

She has.

Amy.

She’s had Ransom alone, just him and her.

She knows what he likes, how he likes it...

Just him and her.

That’s what she was hinting at, isn’t it?

My skin prickles, frustration I have no business feeling sweeping over me. Bitterness I’ve never felt creeps in, doubt I’ve never experienced right behind it.

I’m hot all over, irritated.

Is this what jealousy feels like?

Heat in your chest, a nasty swirl low in your abdomen, a queasiness that pisses you off?

I jolt when knuckles find my chin, guiding my head up, but I wait until the last absolute second to raise my eyes.

Arsen’s thumb lifts, tenderly gliding along my lip.

“The shorts, Arsen. Take off the shorts.”

Arsen steps closer, pausing dead in his tracks when I say, “no.”

I spin, facing Ransom.

The hand gripping his unfastened belt, ready to yank it free, freezes in place.

I stare him dead in the eye, witnessing his eyes sharpen with every second that passes.

I don’t have to look behind me to know Beretta and Arsen are frozen in place, I can see them from the corner of my eye, but I don’t pause.

I walk closer to Ransom, and with each step I take, his muscles grow stiffer, his gaze snapping from me to his buddies and back.

“No?” he rasps.

I shake my head, stopping two feet in front of him. “Not him. You.”

His eyes tighten in protest, but then they fall to my body, slowly devouring every inch, every curve.

His want is clear, undeniable and straining against the briefs peeking from the open zipper of his black jeans.

My pulse jumps, a flair of expectation flickering low in my belly. The stupid thoughts from moments ago evaporating as he brings himself closer.

He takes slow steps, each one eliciting something deeper inside me. It’s torture, waiting for him to reach me, to be close enough to reach for me, but then he’s right there.

His chest brushing mine, causing my nipples to harden beneath my bra.

His breathing grows shallow, labored, and the pit of my stomach tingles, the need building inside me overwhelming.

Our eyes lock and a pulsing knot forms in my core.

He reaches out, and my body shivers in anticipation.

With my gaze as his prisoner, he licks his lips, his brows caving as his knuckle comes down on my cheek.

His chest rises, his hand twitching until his thumb meets my lips.

He shuffles even closer, and I would stumble back, if a warm chest wasn’t already there to catch my fall.

His lips lower, and he glides them along the tip of his thumb.

My breathing quickens, my head dropping onto Arsen for support.

Right as his thumb slips from between us, his lips land on mine...