Page 119 of Bonus Game
“Let’s check it out,” said Jake.
Kingston’s head whipped around so fast that Jake flinched and leaned away.
“Checkwhatout? I’m not fucking going out there.”
Jake had the audacity to look confused, as if driving into the middle of nowhere was something he did all the time.
“If I didn’t know you, I would think you brought me here to murder me,” Kingston added, hoping that would provide some explanation for his hesitation.
Jake peered out the window, brows pinched as he studied the deserted area before turning back to Kingston.
“If I were going to murder you, I would have brought more supplies—and I wouldn’t have picked a place that was recently listed for sale. Too easy to get caught by people viewing the property.”
Kingston crossed his arms and glared at him. “You’re not going to believe this, but that didn’t make me feel betterat all.”
Jake smirked and took his seatbelt off, ignoring Kingston’s glare as he got out of the car and walked around the front, stopping outside the passenger door. They had a small standoff through the glass, and then Jake opened the door and leaned inside, pushing into Kingston’s space.
“Do you want to hold my hand? Would that make you feel better?”
Kingston’s curse sputtered and died in his throat. He wanted to tell Jake to fuck off, but his face was red, and he was struggling to focus on something clever enough, so he settled for showing him a middle finger.
Jake shrugged and reached across him, unbuckling his seatbelt like he was preparing to manually remove Kingston from the car.
“Come on. We have property lines to check.”
“Fuck your property lines,” Kingston muttered.
Jake chuckled and braced himself on the seat, effectively pinning Kingston in place as he stood over him with a smug grin.
Kingston was absolutely not distracted by the bulging biceps caging him, or the curve of Jake’s annoyingly kissable mouth, or the laughter brightening his eyes.
He was also definitely not staring.
“You’re not hearing a word I’m saying, are you?”
Kingston jolted, Jake’s words snapping him out of his lovestruck stupor with enough force to leave him choking on air. “What?”
Jake’s gaze dipped down, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was tracing the shape of his lips with his eyes. “I said,” Jake began, coming closer—close enough that Kingston could almost taste him— “You don’t want to watch my back while Ilook around? What if something attacks me and you’re too far away to save me?”
Kingston licked his lips, and Jake caught the movement, but he didn’t come any closer.
“Y-You wouldn’t be walking around if you thought this place was dangerous,” Kingston stuttered, heat burning his face.
Jake’s smirk grew into a full-blown smile, showing off his perfect teeth. “Then you have nothing to worry about.”
Kingston couldn't move—he couldn't even breathe right now. He was holding onto whatever sound Jake was dragging from him for dear life, trapping it behind clenched teeth so he could keep the last shreds of his dignity.
His heart pounded against his ribs, loud enough that he was convinced Jake could hear it, and all he could do was stare helplessly back at him.
“You want a kiss, Sloan?”
Kingston’s body betrayed him by nodding, the reaction so automatic that he could do nothing to stop it.
Jake leaned in, coming close enough that Kingston could feel his soft laugh ghost over his lips.
“Then behave and get out of the car. I need you to tell me if my plan to surprise our boyfriends will work.”
He paused so the request could wade through the mush that was Kingston’s mind right now before continuing.
