Jase frowns while continuing to set up the food. He doesn’t respond. Probably because he doesn’t get it and doesn’t want to admit that.
My face heats up.
Jase opens a box of bacon, sausage, eggs, hashbrowns, and toast before setting it down. He opens the second box. Banana and chocolate chip pancakes with bacon.
“Asked Rox to make your favorite,” he says, sliding the box closer to me.
Of course it was Roxy who knew, not Jason.
“Roxy gets the credit,” I say because the smell makes my stomach growl. “Since breakfast is from Roxy, not from you, I’ll eat it.”
Jase looks at me with a wounded expression. I look away, grabbing the box of food and a set of cutlery before rounding my desk.
The girls hang around most of the day, taking care of people who come in to check out books or… in many cases… be a looky-loo seeing me here working with Jase sulking on the nearby couch. I get the ball rolling on stuff as well as dig up as much information as possible about Jared’s pack.
By the time Audrey and Leona leave, I’ve slipped them a piece of paper with the URL to my newly posted petition.
19
JASE
Grey, Joel, and Linc left a while ago and finally, the girls hovering most of the day are gone, too.
Bailey spent too much time in Linc’s and Joel’s orbits. And that wasn’t easy. At first, they were crowding her at her desk until I insisted they move their asses. They teased me for it, but wisely moved a desk with a computer to right beside the door and sat there while I parked my ass between them and my mate.
It only helped a miniscule amount because for the last few hours I’ve felt like I’m gearing up for a fight. It’s not good. I can’t be beating the snot out of my council brothers. This isn’t their fault.
She often helps Joel and Linc with research. The pack doesn’t call her our very own Wikipedia for nothing. And today, I paid even closer attention to this.
Watching her work, listening to her talk things out with those guys… despite that she impresses me with her fact-finding skills, with the way she thinks, and how she naturally fits as if she’s our unofficial eighth council member – it was all clouded by those guys being far too close.
Of course I know they’re my brothers; they’d never even look at her the wrong way and would put their own necks on the line to protect her. Still, it doesn’t matter… the jealousy and possessiveness is built-in. I’ve heard about it. I’ve witnessed it. I definitely dreaded it. But I’ve never fully appreciated it until now.
Now I know why males feel jealous. Now I know firsthand because I don’t want her in reaching distance of them. I don’t want her in sniffing distance. And I can’t even handle her smiling at them – it makes my blood boil. Because I want it all. I want her touch. Her fragrance. Her undivided attention. I want her all to myself. But she refuses to give me any of it.
The guys have broken off to go work more on the Jared and Cicely thing and despite the steady flow all day of my pack members as well as Brody’s pack traipsing in and out, we’re alone. Finally.
After watching her at her computer for a while, she moves to the back corner, shelving books, pretending I’m not here.
I stroll up and cage her against the bookshelf with my hands holding onto shelves on either side of her.
Her shoulders bunch up and she stays frozen.
Being this close, being alone, finally it feels like some of the tension is leaving my body.
Fuck, the scent of her has me ready. My cock is painfully hard, my nuts are aching like they’ve never ached. I think I’ve got the worst case of blue balls known to super-alphas since the beginning of time. And my gums have been aching for days, too. Like a teething pup. Because I need to sink my canines into that mouthwatering spot by her collarbone. I want my mark on her. I want her marks on me. Teeth marks. Nail marks. Her scent.
But I can’t touch her. Can’t put my mouth on her. Can’t even touch her soft-looking hair. Forty-eight hours to go. It feels like forever, but it’s progress from seventy-two and this helps me to push my frustration aside for the moment.
She ducks, about to scoot under my arm, but I drop my hands down a shelf, effectively trapping her.
She spins around to face me, fiery-eyed.
“You fight dirty, Jason Creed.”
“Damn right it’s gonna be dirty, Bay. You’ve known me your whole life. Do I or do I not bring my A-game every time?
“That’s the problem, Jase. This is a game to you.”