Rafe leaned against the edge of the table and faced Jax. He wore dark gray sweats that hung low on his hips, and that soft material did little to hide his cock. His erection tented his pants though he didn’t seem to care. I couldn’t stop staring. I’d give anything to pull the waistband down and take him in my mouth, tease him to death the way he was teasing me.

“You’re early,” he told Jax.

“You’ve been too busy eating pussy to pay attention to the time. It’s almost noon.”

“Fuck.” Rafe pulled the apple from between my teeth, then he reached around Jax and grabbed a sweatshirt from the sofa. “I better get a move on.” He pushed his arms through the sleeves and pulled it over his head, leaving his dark hair a sexy mess.

Jax’s brown gaze swerved between Rafe and me. “Dude, get some clothes on her. I’m not standing watch while she’s like that.” His harsh tone suggested he was unhappy about more than just my state of undress.

“Go get cleaned up.” Rafe helped me to my feet before twirling me in the direction of the bedroom, but I didn’t budge. He smacked my ass, and I glared at him over my shoulder.

“You’re really gonna leave it like this?” I lowered my gaze to his erection to make my point. I didn’t want him to leave. Clearly, Jax wasn’t happy about it either. Whatever was going on…it left a bad taste in my mouth.

“I can wait,” Rafe said. “The question is, can you?”

He was having too much fun taunting me. “Is this a game to you?”

“I can make it a game, but you won’t win.” He gestured toward the bedroom. “There’s clothes in the second drawer.”

“Where are you going?” Panic laced my voice. I couldn’t hide it any more than I could vanquish the dread in my gut.

Please take me with you. Let me in. Don’t leave me in the dark.

“I’ve got something to take care of.” He gave Jax a significant look rife with a secret I wasn’t privy to.

“If anyone gives you trouble,” he told Jax, “you know where my gun is.”

9. Run - Alex

9. RUN - ALEX

“You won’t tell me what’s going on either, will you?” I asked Jax after Rafe had disappeared up the stairs, and the boat stopped moving from his exit. Raising a brow, I crossed my arms over my breasts to hide them. I pressed my thighs together, realizing that standing buck-naked in front of a man other than Rafe was ludicrous.

“Not my place, sorry.” Jax slid into the seat Rafe had vacated. Just thinking of Rafe’s mouth between my thighs flushed me, and I felt my face go hot.