Free James Games by L.A Rose Page B

pull him back down.
    “Listen to me, and listen to me good. You can’t tell anyone we slept together. You can’t even hint at it. Because if word gets out, I’m good as dead. I’m a member of Phi Delta Chi. Got it?”
    “Should have known,” he says coolly, though his eyes betray his desperate hunger for my body. “You’re too hot and too crazy not to be.”
    “Damn straight. Do I have your word?”
    “You have it, as well as my medical bill for several cracked bones.” He extends his arm experimentally. I snort.
    “You’re fine. I’m a hundred pounds soaking wet.”
    Before he can retort, I hop out of the bush and brush myself off. We can’t go in together, so I hurry ahead of him, popping through the front door. Sigrid spots me immediately. She’s practically frothing at the mouth.
    “There you are,” Amber growls, halfway down the stairs. In her spot beside the cooler, I notice Iris gazing at me in shock. I pick a few twigs out of my hair as Sigrid flies over to me.
    “Get out of here now,” she hisses. I smirk. She didn’t know James was coming tonight, and no doubt she doesn’t want him to see how good I look naked.
    “But my three hours aren’t up,” I whine, and proceed to waltz back over to my circle of boys, who seem to know exactly why all the girls are flipping out and look thoroughly displeased about it.
    By the time James walks through the front door, I’m back on the counter, regaling them with more of Fiona’s Nudist Colony Adventures.
    I make a point not to notice him, although I could have heard Sigrid purring at him from a million miles away. I chance one glance over my shoulder and she’s apparently finding it difficult to hand him a beer without wrapping herself around him first. So much for no touching.
    Now that James is here, the party notches up. The music gets louder, everyone gets a little drunker as soon as possible. Suddenly all the girls are dancing and shoving away any boy who tries to join them, tossing looks over their shoulder at James. But James, I am pleased to see, isn’t looking at any of them.
    He’s only looking at me.
    Buck naked and surrounded by hot men.
    And the next time I chance a glance over, he’s heading straight in my direction, with a fuming Sigrid in the background. He muscles straight into the center of my harem, earning himself disgusted looks from every single member.
    I look him up and down, feigning disinterest. “Jared, isn’t it? No, James. Jim. Jimmy. Jimothy. Can I call you Jimothy?”
    “I told you to put some clothes on,” he says darkly.
    “And I told you to fuck off, but you didn’t listen to me, so why should I listen to you?”
    “You haven’t told me to fuck off.”
    “I have now,” I say lightly. Damien and Calem high-five. James spares them such an icy look that their arms wilt downward like flowers.
    “Leave,” he growls at them.
    Damien puffs himself up like the world’s lamest chicken. “We’ll leave if Fiona wants us to.”
    “Leave,” James repeats. The word sweeps over the room like an icy cold breeze from the asscrack of Antarctica. He’s really got the serial killer vibe going on. Even I have to resist the urge to jump up and run for the hills. I don’t blame my harem for scattering, leaving me sitting naked and undefended on the counter, at the mercy of James Reid.
    I point at him. “You scared away my harem.”
    “Those guys were looking at you like you’re a piece of meat.” His tone is thick with disgust.
    “Technically I am a piece of meat. Plus bones and stuff. Also, don’t you think that’s a bit hypocritical?”
    I expect him to scoff at this, to shrug it off or deny it. Instead he cuts his eyes away from me. “I’m sorry,” he says finally. “I shouldn’t have jump—”
    “Jump-started my car for me,” I interrupted loudly, fully aware that Sigrid is straining to listen in on our conversation even if she is across the room. “You’re right. You should have just let me take it