I snorted, covering up my own concern. Jared wasn’t my boyfriend. Yet, while I wasn’t as worried as Juliet was, I wasn’t as calm as Fallon, either.
I cleared my throat, adjusting the tie of my black bikini at the back of my neck. “Juliet, you know better,” I soothed. “It’s Zack’s bachelor party, so cut the guys some slack. Jax won’t look twice at those girls, much less do anything with them.”
Her lips pursed, and I looked above her, seeing Jax appear at the window, drying his hair with a towel.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Especially in her red suit.
“All that will happen,” I continued, seeing him smirk and walk away, “is he’ll get worked up thinking about the hot mischief he’s going to get up to with you when he gets home. You won’t get any sleep tonight.”
“And Jared?” she retorted, changing the subject.
“What about him?”
“He’s the only one unattached,” she pointed out. “When the strippers get him all worked up—which they will, because he’s only human—who’s he going to come home to?”
I shot her a pointed look, wondering why she was baiting me. I was about to shoot the spray bottle in her face, but Fallon saved me the trouble. She threw a rolled-up towel at Juliet’s head, at which Juliet threw one back, and they both started laughing.
After another hour, we’d cleaned up the backyard and made some dinner—since the guys were getting food with Zack before heading to the club—and then we parked ourselves outside on the front porch to eat. Juliet still wore her red bikini with a cutoff jean skirt. Fallon had on a pair of white shorts, and I had slipped on a sheer white cover-up.
“Oh, my God.”
I looked up, seeing that Juliet had dropped her fork and was staring across the porch, into the distance. She darted her gaze down, glancing to where the fork had dropped by her feet, but then forgot it, shooting her eyes back up.
I followed her line of sight, and my jaw tightened with a smile.
Jax had stepped out of the house, looking a lot different, and Juliet was breathless.
He wore black suit pants and a black jacket with a white dress shirt, open at the collar. His height, due to his long legs, made his appearance all the more forbidding and—I had to admit—pretty damn hot. His black hair, close to the scalp on the sides and longer on top, was styled in sporadic wisps that were pushed to the front. With his shoes, his shiny watch, his gleaming belt buckle—Jax looked sleek and powerful.
I looked over at his girlfriend, rolling my eyes at the sight of her slightly open mouth as she gaped.
“He’s not a piece of meat,” I teased.
She blinked, coming back to her senses and then slowly rose, walking to the railing.
“Oh, my God.”
I turned, hearing Fallon’s voice this time.
Just like Juliet, she was staring at Madoc—who’d just exited the house, as well—like she was actually in pain.
“He’s such a yuppie.” She gave him a wistful look. “But he’s so damn cute.”
I barked out a laugh.
Madoc was also dressed in black suit pants and a black jacket, but he wore a gray shirt with a silver necktie. Madoc looked great in ties. They fit his style and his broad chest, and the fact that he took care with his clothing choices, always making sure that everything he wore was a perfect fit, only amplified the fact that Madoc being preppy did nothing to quell how hot he got his alternative-styled wife.
Fallon stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled. “Yeah, baby!”
Juliet joined in, whistling at her man as they both leaned over the railing.
“You guys are idiots,” I teased again, standing up to pick up the fork.
They both started laughing, and both men shook their heads, smiling as they headed over.
I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the house, watching the girls swing their legs over the railing and sit.
But then my face fell. My stomach dropped, and my breath cut off, and holy shit.
Jared had walked out of the house, locking the door behind him, and I looked away, but I couldn’t resist.
Glancing back up for another look, I watched him out of the corner of my eye, staring off out to the street as he fastened a cuff link.
A cuff link?
He was wearing cuff links. I finally blinked, my heart beginning to jackhammer with increasing speed.
Jared in a suit made my mouth water. I loved him in his jeans or casual black pants and T-shirts, but when he cleaned up?
Oh, my God.
His black pants draped down his legs, falling just casually enough to look like he didn’t care, but his pressed shirt and jacket—both a deep, rich black—didn’t hide his body at all. I caught sight of a sliver of his collarbone, since his top button was undone, and then he slipped a casual hand into his pocket and looked over, locking eyes with me.
I turned away.
“What are you ladies going to do tonight?” Madoc picked Fallon off the railing and held her close to his chest.
“Hang out,” she chirped. “Make some popcorn.”
“Right,” Jax shot back, coming to stand between Juliet’s thighs as she sat on the railing.
Jared made his way over, pulling out his car keys.
Madoc was kissing and whispering to Fallon. Jax was looking up at Juliet, trying to sweeten her up as she shied away from him, playing jealous.
And Jared stood aloof, ignoring me. I didn’t know if he was looking at me, and I didn’t know if he was mad that I hadn’t reached out, but I still felt his presence on every inch of my body.
I cleared my throat, adjusting the tie of my black bikini at the back of my neck. “Juliet, you know better,” I soothed. “It’s Zack’s bachelor party, so cut the guys some slack. Jax won’t look twice at those girls, much less do anything with them.”
Her lips pursed, and I looked above her, seeing Jax appear at the window, drying his hair with a towel.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Especially in her red suit.
“All that will happen,” I continued, seeing him smirk and walk away, “is he’ll get worked up thinking about the hot mischief he’s going to get up to with you when he gets home. You won’t get any sleep tonight.”
“And Jared?” she retorted, changing the subject.
“What about him?”
“He’s the only one unattached,” she pointed out. “When the strippers get him all worked up—which they will, because he’s only human—who’s he going to come home to?”
I shot her a pointed look, wondering why she was baiting me. I was about to shoot the spray bottle in her face, but Fallon saved me the trouble. She threw a rolled-up towel at Juliet’s head, at which Juliet threw one back, and they both started laughing.
After another hour, we’d cleaned up the backyard and made some dinner—since the guys were getting food with Zack before heading to the club—and then we parked ourselves outside on the front porch to eat. Juliet still wore her red bikini with a cutoff jean skirt. Fallon had on a pair of white shorts, and I had slipped on a sheer white cover-up.
“Oh, my God.”
I looked up, seeing that Juliet had dropped her fork and was staring across the porch, into the distance. She darted her gaze down, glancing to where the fork had dropped by her feet, but then forgot it, shooting her eyes back up.
I followed her line of sight, and my jaw tightened with a smile.
Jax had stepped out of the house, looking a lot different, and Juliet was breathless.
He wore black suit pants and a black jacket with a white dress shirt, open at the collar. His height, due to his long legs, made his appearance all the more forbidding and—I had to admit—pretty damn hot. His black hair, close to the scalp on the sides and longer on top, was styled in sporadic wisps that were pushed to the front. With his shoes, his shiny watch, his gleaming belt buckle—Jax looked sleek and powerful.
I looked over at his girlfriend, rolling my eyes at the sight of her slightly open mouth as she gaped.
“He’s not a piece of meat,” I teased.
She blinked, coming back to her senses and then slowly rose, walking to the railing.
“Oh, my God.”
I turned, hearing Fallon’s voice this time.
Just like Juliet, she was staring at Madoc—who’d just exited the house, as well—like she was actually in pain.
“He’s such a yuppie.” She gave him a wistful look. “But he’s so damn cute.”
I barked out a laugh.
Madoc was also dressed in black suit pants and a black jacket, but he wore a gray shirt with a silver necktie. Madoc looked great in ties. They fit his style and his broad chest, and the fact that he took care with his clothing choices, always making sure that everything he wore was a perfect fit, only amplified the fact that Madoc being preppy did nothing to quell how hot he got his alternative-styled wife.
Fallon stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled. “Yeah, baby!”
Juliet joined in, whistling at her man as they both leaned over the railing.
“You guys are idiots,” I teased again, standing up to pick up the fork.
They both started laughing, and both men shook their heads, smiling as they headed over.
I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the house, watching the girls swing their legs over the railing and sit.
But then my face fell. My stomach dropped, and my breath cut off, and holy shit.
Jared had walked out of the house, locking the door behind him, and I looked away, but I couldn’t resist.
Glancing back up for another look, I watched him out of the corner of my eye, staring off out to the street as he fastened a cuff link.
A cuff link?
He was wearing cuff links. I finally blinked, my heart beginning to jackhammer with increasing speed.
Jared in a suit made my mouth water. I loved him in his jeans or casual black pants and T-shirts, but when he cleaned up?
Oh, my God.
His black pants draped down his legs, falling just casually enough to look like he didn’t care, but his pressed shirt and jacket—both a deep, rich black—didn’t hide his body at all. I caught sight of a sliver of his collarbone, since his top button was undone, and then he slipped a casual hand into his pocket and looked over, locking eyes with me.
I turned away.
“What are you ladies going to do tonight?” Madoc picked Fallon off the railing and held her close to his chest.
“Hang out,” she chirped. “Make some popcorn.”
“Right,” Jax shot back, coming to stand between Juliet’s thighs as she sat on the railing.
Jared made his way over, pulling out his car keys.
Madoc was kissing and whispering to Fallon. Jax was looking up at Juliet, trying to sweeten her up as she shied away from him, playing jealous.
And Jared stood aloof, ignoring me. I didn’t know if he was looking at me, and I didn’t know if he was mad that I hadn’t reached out, but I still felt his presence on every inch of my body.
