Fifteen
Whistle planted a kiss on the crown of Tasa’s head. Pulling her into his lap, he rubbed his lips into her hair. He loved seeing her totally at ease with him. Here she was in his arms, mostly n***d, with his come drying on her t**s. He wanted to crow in triumph but feared shattering the moment and risking her getting self-conscious.
Basking with her in his arms, he said, “We need to leave here.”
Tasa lifted her head, her eyes found his. A cute, little furrow appeared between her brows. “I like it here with Jazz.”
“Jazz isn’t going to come back as long as I’m here, and I need to watch over you.”
Although Jazz had kept her distance, this was her place. It wasn’t right to flaunt his relationship with Tasa in her face. While she hadn’t done anything to sabotage them, he didn’t want
