Ecstasy

His fingers dig into my back.

I spin around to face him, hefting Zara up as she’s momentarily quiet, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Don’t fuck with her,” Jax tells me. “If you do, I’ll fuck you up.”

Considering the dude is shorter even than Zara, I want to tell him he’s fucking nuts, but he seems like he gives a shit about her so I just nod, not wanting to start anything. “All right. Thanks.”

“Tell her to text me in the morning, will you?” He nods toward her. “She’s got her phone in her bra.”

I arch a brow, suddenly regretting everyone that got to see her tits at my fucking house and how I’m a dumbass for making it happen. But some girl is tugging on Jax’s shoulder and he turns around, effectively dismissing me.

Thank God. I gotta get this guilt under control. She’s the slut.

“I’m taking us out of here, Zara,” I tell her, my mouth against her ear so she can hear me.

She wiggles in my arms, picking her head up off my shoulder and cupping my face with her hands. I stop walking toward the door as she stares at me. Her pupils are wide, obscuring most of the blue-green of her irises, but she focuses on my eyes, then presses a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.

Her lips are so soft, plump, and heart shaped.

And she smells damn good, like coffee and flowers.

“You are so beautiful,” she tells me, still holding my face.

Despite myself, despite knowing she’s all fucked up, despite the eerie way her eyes look, I can’t help my smile.

“So are you, princess,” I tell her.

She lays her head back on my shoulder and I carry her out of the door.