Page 15 of Jealous God
His laughter grew louder, or at least it felt like it did. Angrily, I threw a look at him, warning him without talking that I needed him to shut up now. The last thing I needed was for her to be listening in. Because she would love it. Maybe not the fact that I wanted to fuck her until her eyes rolled back, but the fact she had gotten under my skin.
“You’re going to go out fighting, huh?” Shaking his head, Dion reclined backwards. “Not even going to admit to me that you like her?”
“Not even going to admit it to myself, Dion, because it’s not true.”
“Sure, sure. Of course not.”
I frowned. Why did it sound like he didn’t believe me?
“So, this thing between you two isn’t pent up sexual attraction?”
“No.” Maybe, I added silently. Although there was no maybe about it.
“And you’re not acting like a schoolboy pulling the pigtails of the girl he likes? You know she’s pretty awesome, right? You could just knock on her door and tell her that you fancy her.”
Staring at him, I felt my lips twist into a grin. “Is that what you did with Lola?” It was a low blow, and I knew it. Especially when I didn’t know everything that had gone on between the two of them. “How did that work out for you?”
“Kind of shitty to be honest, but,” he gave a shrug, “I don’t regret it. I’m pretty sure mine and Lola’s paths will cross again, and at a better time.”
“Not giving up on her, huh?” Leaning forward, I gave him my entire attention, and all thoughts of Elodie and what she might be doing behind that closed door were momentarily forgotten.
“No, I don’t think so. There was something there, you know? She made me feel...” He waved his hand around for a second, not able to find the right words.
“You fucked her, right?” But I already knew he had. I had caught them sneaking down from his hotel room together, hand in hand, acting and giggling like teens. I remembered the dark heat in my best friend’s eyes and the blush that had crept up Lola’s cheeks when seen together. He had been swept away by her after only a few hours. Crazy but true.
Dion didn’t answer me. He didn’t need to.
“She that good?”
Levelling his eyes to me, Dion glared. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“That’s a yes then…and Dion, you aren’t a fucking gentleman.” I meant it as a joke, but his lips thinned, almost disappearing under his teeth.
“For her, I kind of want to be. She makes me want to be a better man for her.”
I rolled my eyes. “Never pegged you for a romantic.” Although that wasn’t entirely true either.
“You should try it sometime, you know, telling a girl how you feel. You might even like it, Jax.”
“I tell women how I feel all the time. I would show them as well if I ever got the chance of getting the bus to myself, or a dressing room or…” Waggling my eyebrows, I grinned, leaving him in no doubt what I was talking about.
“Dude, you haven’t touched a woman since Eli got here. Are you really going to sit there and tell me it’s because you can’t get alone time?” He scoffed. “That’s never stopped you before, so why now?”
I opened my mouth and snapped it shut again. There was no way he would believe me if I told him that it was because I was trying to be respectful. I wasn’t even sure I believed my own bullshit anymore.
“Fuck off.”
One dark eyebrow arched. “Hit a nerve, have I?”
“I’ll hit you in a minute if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
In answer, Dion just laughed more. “Are you gonna do something about it? Even Erik is getting fed up with the tension between you two now, so I doubt he would mind. “
“Let me spell it out for you, Dion, because it seems you’ve gone a little hard of hearing now you’re sober and shit.” I leant across the table. “I do not and will never want to bang Elodie.”
“Then you won’t mind if the rest of us give it a go, right?”
I froze. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the table. “Fuck off, Dion. Just fuck off.”
