Wrecked (Dirty Air, #3)

by Lauren Asher

Note to self: stop planning events that require Jax to take his shirt off. His abs are distracting for the onlookers. Me. I’m the onlooker.

“We aren’t exactly best friends.” “I don’t want to be,” he grumbles under his breath. “Yeah, well, you have the personality of a cactus, so I’m not exactly interested either.” The corners of his lips lift. “I can’t say I’ve heard that one before.”

“What about fate’s big fuck you?” I tease. “While fate’s fucking me over, I might as well fuck you.”

“Anal isn’t the way to a girl’s heart, no matter what they tell you.”

“I won’t ask you again. Sit on the rail like the good girl we both know you like to be.”