The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)
Tristan turns and laughs when he sees my face. “Well, this is about to get interesting.”
The blond slides his hands down to her behind, and she lifts his hands back to her waist.
I watch as the sky turns red. Get your fucking hands off her. He says something, and she laughs out loud.
I swallow the lump in my throat.
So this is what she’s here for, is it? To pick up a man. Fury begins to fill me.
“Looks like your territory is about to be stolen.” Tristan smirks.
“Shut the fuck up, Tris, before I knock you out,” I snap as my eyes stay glued to them.
The blond leans down and kisses her neck. Something inside me snaps, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m on the dance floor beside them.
“Fuck off,” I growl.
Emily turns to me, and her face instantly drops. “Jameson,” she stammers.
My arm goes around her waist, and I pull her from his grip. “She’s here with me.”
Emily
Oh my God, what the hell is Jameson doing here? I step back from the blond god, and he grabs me and pulls me back toward him. “Don’t,” he snaps.
“Don’t you,” Jameson growls. He pulls me out of the guy’s arms and holds me against his chest. “I said she’s with me,” he repeats.
The guy stares at me, and I nod softly. I don’t want any trouble, and I just want this guy to disappear. “I’m with him,” I whisper.
With one last look between Jameson and me, he turns and storms off toward the bar. I turn my attention to Jameson Miles, the infuriating prick, and I pull out of his arms. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What do you think you’re fucking doing?” he growls.
“Don’t you swear at me.”
“You came here to pick up a man?”
I put my hands on my hips in outrage. “I came here to dance. What are you doing here?”
“I’m here with my brothers.”
“So go back to your brothers and ruin their fun,” I huff. I go to turn, and he grabs my arms and pulls me to the side of the dance floor and pushes me up against the wall.
His body covers mine, and I can feel his hard erection up against my stomach. We stare at each other, and instantly the air between us changes.
“Don’t,” I whisper up at him.
“Don’t what?”
“Hypnotize me with that magical dick.”
He gives me a cheeky wink. “You’ve got that the wrong way around, baby. I’m the only one who’s hypnotized around here,” he whispers as he leans down toward me. His tongue slowly slides through my lips. He kisses me again, with just the right amount of suction, and my knees begin to buckle beneath me.
Dear God . . . the man can kiss.
“Jameson,” I breathe against him. “We shouldn’t.” His hands roam up and down my body, and God, he feels so good.
“Don’t fight me on this,” he murmurs as he grinds me up against the wall with his hips.