“Sure, but—”
She walks quickly ahead.
Lexi looks up at me. “Let her calm down.”
“From what, I didn’t do anything,” I say, frowning.
“I know that, and she does too. I think it’s the first time she’s actually feeling jealousy. I’m interested to see how she handles it.”
I puff out a breath. “She isn’t a science experiment.”
“I know that,” Lexi grits out.
Tee turns around and sees Lexi and me talking together closely, her eyes narrowing even further.
Lexi laughs. “She was right, you do make her insane.”
At least the feeling is mutual.
Chapter Twenty Three
Tenielle
Is this what he has to put up with when I’m not here? Women coming up to him and putting their paws on him? With a come hither- no isn’t in my vocabulary- there isn’t anything I haven’t done- sexual expressions on their face?
I turn back and see him watching me, discussing me with Lexi. For some reason that makes me even angrier, and I storm down the street and right into the hard chest of a man. My eyes slowly raise to a handsome face, and I take a step back.
“Holy crap I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I tell him.
He grins. “I’m not. Looks like my night just turned lucky.”
He has an accent—definitely a local.
My hand on my hip, I say, “Does that line work?”
He laughs, a deep sound. “You tell me, beautiful.”
Large warm hands reach around my waist. “She is beautiful, but she’s taken.”
I turn back and look into Saxon’s glowering face.
“Is she now?” the man asks, looking down at me. “What a shame.”
Saxons fingers tighten around me. “Come on babe, let’s get out of here.”
“Why don’t you let her speak for her damn self?”
“Sax! Let’s go,” Kidd calls out, walking up to us in a quick pace.
“Yeah, you better take your woman home before she decides to leave and get in bed with a real man such as myself.”
Wow.
This is escalating fast.
“You f**king douche—”
Lexi cuts me off my grabbing my arm and putting her hand over my mouth.
I push her arm away but don’t yell at him anymore—there’s no point and I just want to go home.
To the bus.
Whatever.
“Saxon let’s go,” I say. “I accidentally walked into him and said sorry, that’s it.”
Look at me, standing down from a fight—all mature and shit.
I grip his hand and pull him in the opposite direction.
He doesn’t budge.
I sigh and look at Lexi, who shrugs.
Let the dick measuring begin.
I go and stand next to Kidd. “Let’s get him and go, he’s been drinking.”
He nods and turns around, but we’re a little late. I watch in horror as Saxon clocks the man in the face. I hear a crunching noise and then see blood.
Lots of blood dripping down his face.
“For f**k’s sake Saxon,” Kidd hisses, grabbing his brother and pulling him away. “Lexi get us a cab.”
The man starts yelling through the blood splatter.
“Get him to a hospital!” I tell his friend.
He’s just standing here like an idiot.
Lexi hails a cab and opens the door, sliding in.
“Saxon get in the f**king cab!” Kidd yells.
“Not until Tee gets in first,” I hear Saxon reply.
Fucking hell.
I push past him and get in before him. Only then does he get in.
I look at Saxon’s face to find him already staring at me.
“You’re mine,” he mouths.
I shake my head at him. The man has issues.
I look down at his hand and gasp. “You better not have done anything to your hand Saxon!”
I hear Kidd curse from the front seat.
“It’s fine,” Saxon mutters, wrapping his arm around me.
Lexi stares at us wide-eyed. “I’m not coming out without Ryder again.”
We’re quiet for the rest of the ride back.
*****
I’m almost ashamed to admit that Saxon hitting someone for wanting me turned me on. A hell of a lot. So I just pretend that my panties aren’t wet as I ice Saxon’s swollen knuckles and listen to a sick Ryder rave on and on about how we put his woman in danger.
Exaggerate much?
“Lexi is fine, we’re all fine,” I tell him, trying to calm him down.
“Can you play tomorrow night?” he asks Saxon, then continues to pace the kitchen.
Saxon slides his gaze away from me and to my cousin. “I’m fine, of course I can play.”
“Saxon,” Ryder starts, and going by his careful tone I can see that we aren’t going to like what he says. “Are you going to act crazy over her this whole tour? If the guy presses charges or if someone caught that on video…”
“I know,” Saxon replies, burying his face in his hands. “I f**ked up, okay? It won’t happen again.”
Ryder sighs. “Look I get it okay, but ass**le guys hit on my cousin all the time. She can handle herself.”
I now feel guilt over being turned on, when Ryder is right. I could have handled it myself. Saxon knew I could, but he just wanted to start shit because he didn’t like the way that man was staring at me, or the comment he made about me in his bed.