Burn Into Me (Into Me Series Book Two)

Chapter Thirty - Tequila: Part Three

Jet's POV

I bounce on my toes in an attempt to keep myself warm, Penny doing the same next to me. DC got real cold real fast. We went from cozy fall to tundra blizzard in 0.3 seconds and now we're trying to recover from the whiplash. I glance down at my watch, wondering where the hell the guys are. The game ended twenty minutes ago, usually, they're out here by now. I mean, Jackson and I literally had time to have a whole ass breakdown in the shower together, then have steamy shower sex, and put ourselves back together before the game was even over. It shouldn't take guys this long to shower.

Finally, I see the team walking out. Everyone's heads are down, no one is talking, and they just look pissed the fuck off.

Oh no. This is not how tonight is gonna go. Fuck that.

"Who shit in y'all's cornflakes?" I shout to them, throwing my hands up as they walk through the door.
Fake it till you fuckin make it man. They need you.
"It's just been a really long day, Jet. Okay?" Heath whines, shaking his head at me.
"You guys won, you could at least try to look excited," I scoff, rolling my eyes and popping my hip out as I cross my arms against my chest.
"I just want to go home and lie down," Riley sighs, resting his head on my shoulder.
"Come on, Riley! It's Friday night! We're young and stupid, let's go have fun somewhere!" I exclaim with as much enthusiasm as I can force myself to have. I force him to stand up straight and give him a playful shove.
"Jet, come on, we just want to go home," Jordan groans while adjusting his duffel bag strap on his shoulder.

I look over to Penny, who also rolls her eyes. Her and I have realized that we are very much two cuts of the same cloth. Different patterns, but the same cloth. Jackson snakes an arm around me, his hand resting on my hip as he pulls me close to him. I look up at him. He smiles back at me. His smile is finally reaching his eyes again.

"Guys, we're fucking alive, let's be thankful for that," I start, glancing at all of them. Everyone stops in their tracks, cocking their heads or furrowing their eyebrows as I capture their attention. Connor and Riley shift uncomfortably. "I don't know about you guys, but life has been a complete load of ass lately. Every one of us works our asses off. You're allowed to have fun from time to time. I would force you all to come to my show tonight, but Brian's ass is sick so we had to cancel. Which means, I'm totally free. Which means that we have to do something."

"Jet-" Hayes starts.
"Pipe the fuck down, asshole," I snip, narrowing my eyes at him. "Jackson?"
His eyebrows raise as my eyes settle on him again, "Hey, listen, you're calling the shots here, I'm just along for the ride. I would walk into a volcano with you if that's what you wanted." He raises his hands innocently, stepping back and smiling at me.
"Ha! Whipped!" Killian goffs, nudging Nyx who just shakes their head.
Jackson's smile falls into a flat line and his eyes go cold. He turns his head slowly to glare at Killian, "Oh, I'm sorry that you're such a fucking bitch that you think loving your wife and being committed to her wholeheartedly is being whipped. God! I feel so sorry for your wife. She probably feels so fucking lonely and disrespected and ignored. Your poor kids..."
"Jackson!" I gasp, my jaw dropping as I turn to him and try to look mad. I playfully shove his shoulders and he takes a few steps back, chuckling. His eyes practically fucking glow, the golden flecks brighter than they have been in a while.

People love to say that Jackson is whipped, but being "whipped" just means that he's loyal and loving. I mean, he would do anything for me, but I would do anything for him as well. Yet, that's just an expectation for women, to be wholly and completely committed and to live by your husband's words and wishes. For men, they claim it's unhealthy and unmanly. They think that by your wife having a say in the relationship you are less of a man. What the fuck is that? I'm supposed to be head over heels in love with Jackson but he's just supposed to tolerate me? Fuck that. Being "whipped." Give me a fucking break. Just say that you have a fragile ego and move on. Sorry Jackson respects me?