Wrecked (Dirty Air 3)

I shove my crazy bedhead out of my face. “What? There’s a club for that?”

He laughs as he tugs his phone out from under the comforter and hands it over to me. I scan the article, ignoring the way Jax’s lips find his favorite spot on my neck.

“Oh my God. My anonymity lasted less than twenty-four hours.” The nervousness I expected to feel once the press connected me to Jax doesn’t happen. Instead, I can’t help the warmth that fills me at the article’s mention of Jax and me together.

“They praise you in the article and mention your company’s success with Elías, Liam, and me. See?” He taps the screen. “They didn’t say anything bad. And thank fuck for that because I really don’t want you to have to clean up a fight I have with a newspaper.”

“Hmm.” I chew on my lip.

“Say you’ll never doubt me again and that I’m always right.” He stares me down.

He tickles me when I remain silent for too long. I laugh to the point of tears, admitting he was right about the whole thing.

I pick up the dropped phone. “Did they really just say how JaxAttack is now tamed and out of commission? One: that nickname is awful. And two: we look pretty damn good in this photo.” I zoom in, checking out how incredible we look together. I’m surprised to say I glow under the limelight despite all my hesitation in the limo.

Jax’s stubble scrapes across my upper body as he continues his exploration downwards. “I can assure you that JaxAttack is tame with everyone but you.”

My scoff becomes a moan as he lifts the hem of my shirt and flicks his tongue across my nipple. “Seriously. Don’t talk about yourself in the third person. It’s very Julius Caesar of you.”

“Or very caveman of me. It fits, seeing as I want to keep you all to myself and fuck you every hour of every day, marking you so no fucker comes near what’s mine.”

My cheeks heat. “You’re not for sweet words, are you?”

“Naughty words make the heart grow fonder.”

I giggle. “That’s so not how the saying goes.”

He moves down my body, his lips finding my clit in no time. And with a few swipes of his tongue, I’m screaming naughty words up to the ceiling too.

“You can turn around now,” Jax says with excitement.

“What are we doing here?” I look around at an empty rooftop bar.

“I’d rather show you.” Jax tugs on my hand, leading us toward the edge of the balcony.

My jaw drops as I lean against the glass railing. “No way.”

“Surprise,” he whispers in my ear as he presses behind my back. His hot breath pulls the slightest shiver from me. One he notices based on the way he laughs into my ear before nipping at it.

Hundreds of hot-air balloons float through the sky, an array of colors matching a kaleidoscope.

“Wow. It’s almost exactly like the puzzle.”

“All you’re missing is a good trip on ecstasy.”

I lean my head against his chest and laugh. “It’s a pretty ugly puzzle, right?”

“The ugliest. You need to get your eyes checked.”

“Says the man who my eyes are attracted to in the first place.”

“Okay, you’re right. You need to get your eyes and head checked.”

A giggle escapes me. A loud, no holding back laugh.

Jax’s arms wrap around me. “I like it when you laugh like that. But more so, I like being the reason behind it.”

“Your narcissism has no bounds.”