“Um,” I say, feeling utterly awkward as I look between Ben’s slack jaw and Jesse’s appalled expression. I am suddenly very, very aware of Jackson’s forearm tucked neatly below my ass, holding me up against him, and the way that my leg intuitively curled itself over his hip, like it belongs there.
Ben’s mouth drops open further as he realizes that this is not a mistake – that I’m not fighting Jackson, demanding that he put me down.
“Get off of her!” Jesse shouts, starting forward, livid, raising his fist like he’s going to beat the s**t out of Jacks.
Jackson snarls, taking a step away, holding me possessively to him as Rafe stands and jumps between my mate and my cousin.
“Whoa, whoa, Jess!” Rafe shouts, putting out a hand to stop our cousin in his tracks. “You don’t have all the info
