The Ending I Want

I feel a little uncomfortable because I’m not exactly sure why he’s being so off with me. But I cover my discomfort with a laugh and say, “Not even a little grab?”

“No, not even a fucking little grab, Taylor.”

Wow, he first-named me. Must be serious.

But I don’t let his pissy attitude deter me. So, I keep on with winding him up to help me get to the source of his stinky attitude.

“You worried I’m gonna get arrested, Hunter? Because I’m thinking that might be a lot of fun. Handcuffed and thrown in a cell…mmm, yeah, that sounds really hot. I could add, Go to jail, to my list. I think I’d look good in one of those orange jumpsuits.” I give him a part-teasing, part-sexy grin with the hope that he lightens the fuck up.

He frowns, his eyes crinkling up at the corners.

Okay, so that didn’t work.

I definitely thought the handcuffs and jumpsuit would at least get me a smile.

I really don’t like Moody Liam.

“I’m not worried about you getting arrested,” he says in that low and pissy voice he seems to have adopted.

Okay, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Fuck you very much.

I turn my face back to the front.

Anger is gathering in my chest because he’s being a dick. Well, whatever has crawled up his ass can just stay there because he’s not spoiling my night or my ogling of Jake Wethers.

Then, it hits me.

And I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

I turn in his arms, so I’m facing him. His hands slide away from my hips.

I press my hands to his chest and stare up at his face. “Liam Hunter, are you jealous right now?”

His brows draw together so hard that I’m surprised he isn’t straining the muscles in his forehead.

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t share,” he grumbles that last sentence.

“Ha!” I laugh. “You are so jealous!”

He stares me in the eyes. “Fuck off.”

That makes me laugh harder.

“Aw, Hunter.” I reach up and pat his cheek with my hand. “You’ve got nothing to be jealous of.” I remember him saying something similar to me when I got all bent out of shape over Megan.

Got to say though, it feels good to be on the other side of the jealousy. Though I never pegged Liam Hunter for the jealous type. But then again, I never had myself down for the jealous kind either—until I met him.

I’m not sure what that says about my feelings for him. Honestly, I’m not going to think too hard about it because it could be a rabbit hole I don’t want to venture down.

“I’m pretty sure Jake Wethers wouldn’t ever be interested in sharing me, so you needn’t worry.”

His frown reaches epic depths, and his eyes darken infinitely.

There’s a definite pause, and I shift a little with unease ’cause I’m fairly sure I just said something wrong. I’m just not sure what it was.

Then, he says in a low and deadly tone, “And if he were interested?”

I give him a look. “Come on, Hunter, this is Jake Wethers we’re talking about. Who would turn him down? I bet even you wouldn’t say no.”

“I might like ass”—he mimics my American accent on the ass part—“but I like my ass to be a few inches from the pussy.”

That makes me laugh.

And the woman next to me turns her head in our direction, clearly hearing what he said.

I pretend not to notice, and I just focus on Liam. “Hunter, you’re being ridiculous about this. For starters, I wouldn’t even be on Jake Wethers’s radar.”

“But just to be on Jake’s radar or on anything or any part of his body would be amazing,” the woman next to me says with a sigh in her voice.

Yep, she’s clearly been listening in on our conversation. After the ass and pussy comment from Liam, who can blame her?

I glance at her over my shoulder. “Amen to that, sister.”

I lift my hand to her, and she high-fives me.

I’m laughing when I look back to Liam. My laughter quickly disappears because of the expression on his face. He’s über pissed. His eyes are like lasers, burning me to a crisp.

He flicks an angry glare in the direction of my high-five sister, and she promptly faces back front.

I kind of want to turn around and face the front now, so I don’t have to deal with Moody Bastard Hunter.

I swear, I’m going to kick him in the nuts if he doesn’t chill out. He’s kind of dousing my rock concert high.

He leans his face close to mine, leaving a whisper of space between us. “Boston, you would definitely be on Jake Wethers’s radar,” he says, his breath gusting over my lips.

Even though he’s annoying me, he’s being all alpha, and it’s kind of a turn-on. Okay, it’s a massive turn-on.

“You’d be on all men’s radars,” he continues. “The only ones whose radars you wouldn’t be on are the ones who like cock with their ass. I’m almost positive that Jake Wethers likes pussy. And he’s a rock star. Rock stars like to fuck hot groupies.”

I reach up and slide my fingers into his thick hair, winding it around my fingers, holding his face in place. “I’m not a groupie, you idiot. And do you know nothing? Jake Wethers is happily married to his childhood sweetheart, and they have, like, a hundred kids together.”

I might know a thing or two…or, like, pretty much everything about The Mighty Storm. I’m a fan of theirs, if you hadn’t guessed.

I lift my mouth to his and softly kiss him. “You’re acting out for no reason,” I say against his mouth.