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Travis.
“Ever heard of the word
please
?” was Bethany’s dry retort.
“Only in bed,” he called back. “It’s always
please, Beck, fuck me harder. Please, Beck, gimme your cock.
” He feigned a confused look. “Why? Does it have meaning in another context?”
Bethany grinned at him. “I’m spitting in your food, sweetie. Just keep that in mind when you’re eating, ’kay?”
Beckett turned back to the group. “She won’t spit in my food. She loves me too much.”
Jamie laughed, but made a mental note not to take a bite out of anything on Beckett’s plate. The man might have women panting over him, but Bethany wasn’t someone you should ever underestimate.
Muffled gunfire sounded from the town square, causing Travis’s green eyes to shift toward the large front window. “You guys catch any of the target practice?” he asked.
Lennox nodded. “The kids are eager to learn.”
“They don’t see a lot of excitement here,” Travis admitted. “Reese doesn’t let them go on supply runs. At least not yet.”
“I don’t blame her. It’s dangerous outside these gates.” Lennox absently ran his hand over Jamie’s shoulder as he spoke, sending a peculiar shiver along her flesh.
She snuck a peek at his fingers. Long and callused, masculine but graceful. Her gaze slid to his wrist and forearm, resting on the swirls of ink tattooed on his golden skin. The black, red, and orangey designs extended all the way up to his solid biceps. Random pieces he’d accumulated over the years, when they’d been lucky enough to find a tattoo artist during their travels.
His other arm was also inked, but not a full sleeve. Just intricate lines and curves on his forearm, with streams of text hidden within the design. Jamie focused on one line in particular, the unmistakable capital letter inked in gorgeous calligraphy.
J .
He had her initial tattooed on his body. And she had his: an L on her right calf, surrounded by tiny flowers and twisty vines.
Nobody had ever picked up on that. Not Piper or Layla. Not Nell, the good friend they’d lost during the attack on their house. But Jamie had never thought anything romantic of the gestures. She and Lennox were best friends. There was nothing wrong with marking that friendship on their skin.
Right now, however, he didn’t feel like a friend. He felt like a brooding, sexed-up man who’d essentially ravaged her with his eyes earlier.
She had no idea how to respond to that.
“… drinking restrictions too,” Beckett was saying.
Her head snapped up. “Wait – repeat that? Are you seriously saying Reese limits how much those teenagers are allowed to drink?”
“Yep.” He grinned. “She’s a cruel mistress, our Reese. But hell, I can’t argue with that. Alcohol and teenagers don’t mix well.”
“Drunk kids do stupid things,” Travis agreed.
Jamie poked Lennox in the side and said, “Drunk adults do stupid things too.”
“Bullshit,” he retorted. “I can handle my alcohol.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” She glanced at the two men across from them. “Ten.”
Beckett’s lips twitched. “Ten what?”
“That’s how many shots Len can handle before he turns into a slurring, bumbling mess.”
That got her another protest from Lennox. “Bullshit!”
Travis looked intrigued. “And how’d you come to this conclusion, sweetheart?”
“Years and years of research,” Jamie answered. “First time I noticed it, we were – what, sixteen, Len?”
He grumbled.
“Mr. Cocky over here challenged me to a drinking contest one night, so we stole a bottle of rum from his dad’s tent.” Jamie stopped, laughing. “Scratch that –
I
stole a bottle of rum from his dad’s tent, because Len was too much of a pussy to do it —”
“We flipped a coin,” he cut in, his eyes dark with irritation.
She ignored him. “So we took the bottle and snuck down to the beach. We were living on the coast at that time.”
“She matched me shot for shot,” Lennox
“Ever heard of the word
please
?” was Bethany’s dry retort.
“Only in bed,” he called back. “It’s always
please, Beck, fuck me harder. Please, Beck, gimme your cock.
” He feigned a confused look. “Why? Does it have meaning in another context?”
Bethany grinned at him. “I’m spitting in your food, sweetie. Just keep that in mind when you’re eating, ’kay?”
Beckett turned back to the group. “She won’t spit in my food. She loves me too much.”
Jamie laughed, but made a mental note not to take a bite out of anything on Beckett’s plate. The man might have women panting over him, but Bethany wasn’t someone you should ever underestimate.
Muffled gunfire sounded from the town square, causing Travis’s green eyes to shift toward the large front window. “You guys catch any of the target practice?” he asked.
Lennox nodded. “The kids are eager to learn.”
“They don’t see a lot of excitement here,” Travis admitted. “Reese doesn’t let them go on supply runs. At least not yet.”
“I don’t blame her. It’s dangerous outside these gates.” Lennox absently ran his hand over Jamie’s shoulder as he spoke, sending a peculiar shiver along her flesh.
She snuck a peek at his fingers. Long and callused, masculine but graceful. Her gaze slid to his wrist and forearm, resting on the swirls of ink tattooed on his golden skin. The black, red, and orangey designs extended all the way up to his solid biceps. Random pieces he’d accumulated over the years, when they’d been lucky enough to find a tattoo artist during their travels.
His other arm was also inked, but not a full sleeve. Just intricate lines and curves on his forearm, with streams of text hidden within the design. Jamie focused on one line in particular, the unmistakable capital letter inked in gorgeous calligraphy.
J .
He had her initial tattooed on his body. And she had his: an L on her right calf, surrounded by tiny flowers and twisty vines.
Nobody had ever picked up on that. Not Piper or Layla. Not Nell, the good friend they’d lost during the attack on their house. But Jamie had never thought anything romantic of the gestures. She and Lennox were best friends. There was nothing wrong with marking that friendship on their skin.
Right now, however, he didn’t feel like a friend. He felt like a brooding, sexed-up man who’d essentially ravaged her with his eyes earlier.
She had no idea how to respond to that.
“… drinking restrictions too,” Beckett was saying.
Her head snapped up. “Wait – repeat that? Are you seriously saying Reese limits how much those teenagers are allowed to drink?”
“Yep.” He grinned. “She’s a cruel mistress, our Reese. But hell, I can’t argue with that. Alcohol and teenagers don’t mix well.”
“Drunk kids do stupid things,” Travis agreed.
Jamie poked Lennox in the side and said, “Drunk adults do stupid things too.”
“Bullshit,” he retorted. “I can handle my alcohol.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” She glanced at the two men across from them. “Ten.”
Beckett’s lips twitched. “Ten what?”
“That’s how many shots Len can handle before he turns into a slurring, bumbling mess.”
That got her another protest from Lennox. “Bullshit!”
Travis looked intrigued. “And how’d you come to this conclusion, sweetheart?”
“Years and years of research,” Jamie answered. “First time I noticed it, we were – what, sixteen, Len?”
He grumbled.
“Mr. Cocky over here challenged me to a drinking contest one night, so we stole a bottle of rum from his dad’s tent.” Jamie stopped, laughing. “Scratch that –
I
stole a bottle of rum from his dad’s tent, because Len was too much of a pussy to do it —”
“We flipped a coin,” he cut in, his eyes dark with irritation.
She ignored him. “So we took the bottle and snuck down to the beach. We were living on the coast at that time.”
“She matched me shot for shot,” Lennox
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