Blake POV
In my defense when Chase grumbles that we’re not ready to leave, it’s entirely Jax’s fault. I had packed, but he decided he wanted to f**k me, and let’s be real—how could I refuse? When Jax wants me, there’s no saying no. Dhalia, ever the playful instigator, pouts as her gaze flits between us.
“I wanted to join. Where was my invite from the start?” she says, feigning hurt.
I chuckle, leaning in to capture her lips with mine. “I’ll f**k you when we get there. Deal?” My grip tightens on her chin as I deepen the kiss, eliciting a soft whimper from her.
Jax smirks, ever the troublemaker. “I think we’ve got ten minutes. That’s long enough.”
“No chance. I’m officially off limits,” I groan, flopping back dramatically. “My body is done. Dhalia yesterday evening, Chase last night, yo
