refuse to think that nagging pulse inside me is jealousy from watching anybody else touch her.
Fuck.
This was a bad idea.
It’s almost as if she can hear my thoughts from across the room. Her smile falls as soon as she looks my direction again, her pissed off scowl doing things to my body it shouldn’t.
Biting the inside of my cheek to keep from growling, I walk their direction and take a seat on the opposite side of the booth from Emily and Damon.
Turquoise eyes lock to mine, annoyance flickering across her face when I don’t react to the obvious anger she flashed at me earlier.
Do I feel bad for making her do this?
Hell no.
Should I?
Probably.
“So I have a favor to ask you two.” Her eyes flick to me. “In the interest of friendship, of course.”
I roll my eyes at the snap in her voice, and Damon plants a finger against her chin to turn her face to him.
“What are you willing to give us for it?”
And there he goes. Not even five minutes near her and Damon’s already pushing boundaries.
Thankfully, Emily is quick to offer Damon something he won’t be able to refuse.
“A chance to help prank Gabriel.”
Not as good as sex, but definitely something we both will jump on.
We’re tight as a group.
Like brothers.
Which means we’re always screwing with each other.
“I’m down,” Damon says, laughter already on his voice. “What’s going on?”
Emily grins. She knows how we all are and most likely had no doubts we’d be all over it.
“I have to call Ivy at nine. After that we’ll meet her at Bishop Park to help her bag and tag Gabe.”
Her eyes flick to me again, that adorable as fuck smile she keeps giving Damon disappearing as soon as her eyes meet mine. She looks back at Damon, and I shake my head.
So this is how it’s going to be?
Fine.
I deserve it.
I’ll also make her pay for it. If for no other reason than my amusement.
Nothing turns me on more than Emily being rebellious and stubborn. Except for maybe when she’s pissed off.
“We’ll need a way to transport him,” she says, flicking a quick glance at me again.
Damon runs a hand through his hair and looks my direction.
“We could use Priest’s van.”
My brows lift at that, and I settle against my seat.
“Give Shane a call and let him know. He and Priest are at a bike show, but I’m sure he has a set of spare keys laying around.”
“Thanks for this. I knew I could count on you two.”
Damon leans toward Em and cups her face with his hands, his forehead pressing against hers as he traps her eyes with his predatory gaze.
A low growl sounds in my throat before I can stop it. If the fucker attempts to kiss her, I might launch myself across this table.
I wouldn’t permanently hurt my brother, but I’m not opposed to smacking him upside the head fifty to a hundred times.
But only because what he’s doing breaks the friend rule, I tell myself. Not because I’m feeling so damn possessive right now I want to lick every inch of Emily’s skin to stake my claim.
“Anything for you,” he says to her, but leaves it at that before letting her go as a waitress approaches the table.
After giving her our orders, Damon leaves the table to call Shane, and I glare across at Em, my jaw tight and my voice a rough warning.
“It would be nice if you’d stop leading him on so much. Why not just throw yourself in his lap? It would save us a lot of time.”
Her gaze narrows and jaw drops. I grin at the way the skin crinkles between her eyes, pure fire behind that stare.
I won’t even try to lie and claim it’s easy to stay on my side of the table and not reach across to drag her to me.
“You can fuck off with that. You’re the one who wanted this, not me. I’m not leading anybody on. We’re just being friends. And maybe you should take some fucking notes by watching Damon so you can learn how to be a decent guy for once instead of being such an arrogant ass all the time.”
My brows shoot up at that, but I gain control of my expression and smirk. It only pisses her off more.
“Same tricks, killer. Seducing guys for the fucking fun of it. Apparently we’re not only in your head still, you want us buried deep inside your body as well.”
Her angry eyes flare, and