Coldhearted Heir (The Heirs 1)

“Noooo,” I gasp, my eyes wide on him.

“I need music,” he says, ignoring my protest.

Jase is up in a flash. “Give me a sec.” He fiddles with the sound system, and then Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift begins to play.

I let out a groan and wildly shake my head.

Hunter begins moving, dancing backward as he nods his head to the beat. I let out a bark of laughter. But then he gets a freaking intense seductive look on his face, and when he bites his bottom lip, my laughter dries up like a puddle of water on a hot as hell day.

Hunter moves his hips in a way that has my mouth dropping open. He dances toward me and straddling my legs, he grabs hold of the chair behind my back and begins thrusting his pelvis at me.

My eyes shut so damn fast, and I struggle to keep from laughing again until I feel his breath against my cheek. My eyes snap back open, and the moment they connect with his blues, I’m a goner.

A sexy grin tugs at his lips as he pulls a little back, and then he yanks his shirt off in one swift move, leaving him only in his sweatpants.

Everyone begins to holler and clap hands while I stare at his chest. My eyes drop lower to where his abs flow into a scorchingly hot V.

Fuck-me-muscles galore.

You better move back if you don’t want me drooling on you.

Of course, Hunter can’t read my thoughts, and he continues to rub his chest up my body. I turn my face just in time to feel every perfect muscle glide over my cheek.

HOLY FUCKING HOTNESS.

When I turn my head back, I come face to face with his happy trail to the holy grail of … what the hell am I thinking.

Don’t look at his cock, Jade. Don’t. Eyes up.

My eyes have a mind of their own, and they zero in on the bulge at the front of the loose hanging sweatpants.

It feels like I’m going to short-circuit, and I begin to blink faster.

Hot. Damn.

The song ends way too quickly, and climbing off me, Hunter pulls me up. I face plant against all his glorious muscles and happily wrap my arms around his waist.

Sigh… my new happy place.

“Don’t you dare!” Mila suddenly shouts, popping my happy bubble. Pulling back, I crack up when I see Jase doing a pelvis thrust in her direction. It’s nothing near as sexy as Hunter’s was.

Hunter picks up his shirt, and I drink in the sight of his chest before the fabric falls over it.

“You have nothing on the show Jade just got,” Mila taunts Jase.

“Oh yeah?” Jase leans into Mila and whispers something in her ear. When he pulls back, her eyes are wide, and her mouth is shut.

Hunter takes hold of my hand and pulls me back to the couch. He pushes me down in his seat, and then he sinks down at my feet, and I have to open my legs so he can sit between them.

God, this can’t be my imagination. Does Hunter feel the same way about me?Chapter 20JADE“Hell no,” I say as Fallon throws a dress on my bed. “I’m never wearing anything like that again.”

She wags her eyebrows at me. “It will get a certain someone’s attention.”

“Nope, I’m good, thanks.” I wipe on some lipgloss and run my fingers through my hair. “Tonight, I’m sticking with my usual jeans.”

Hana’s eyes glide over me. “At least it’s the tight ones.”

“Everyone ready?” Mila asks from the door.

When I see the short dress on her, I let out a bark of laughter. “I see Fallon got her way with you.”

She shrugs. “If you have the body, flaunt it, right?”

“Hell, yeah,” Fallon yells.

“Let’s go,” Jase shouts from the front of the suite.

We all file out of my room and head out. When we spill out of the elevator on the ground floor of the dorm, I hang back with Kao, Mila, and Noah, waiting for Fallon to lead the way. Hana hooks her arm through Fallon’s, and Jase falls in behind them.

Then Hunter grabs hold of my hand, yanking me to his side before he walks after them.

This is new.

He links his fingers with mine, and I quickly glance behind me, only to see three sets of toothy grins glaring back at me.

We split into two groups when we reach the cars, and I have no choice but to slip into the passenger seat when Hunter holds the door open for me. Jase and Mila climb into the back, and when Hunter slides behind the steering wheel, I quickly reach for my seat belt.

Pulling out of the parking, Hunter says, “We’re not staying out late.”

“Three am,” Jase begins to negotiate.

By the time we reach Studio 9, Hunter and Jase agree on one am. I’m not sure I’m going to make it up that late. I’m already tired from all the fun we had this weekend, but not wanting to spoil my friends’ night, I suck it up and pray for a second breath of energy.