Chapter Twenty One

Jocelyns POV

I gulped as I tried to push myself further against the counter. The edge digging into my back painfully as I just stared into my mates glare. "It's not what you think" I said and he scoffed. "Then explain it" He shot back and I closed my eyes. "Look I'll explain it after dinner I swear. I just need your help" I said. I was desperate at this point. He must have felt my desperation because he sighed angrily and backed away.

"What do you need?" Quinton asked crossing his arms. He looked so cute pouting but I didn't dare laugh. "I need to touch Gunner, not anywhere inappropriate" I said quickly when I noticed the look on his face. "It just need to be in a way that he can't get away from me easily" I said. Quinton nodded his head slowly as if coming up with a plan.

"Okay" Quinton said and his eyes glazed over. Seconds later Randy and Paul were in the kitchen with us. "Okay boys get out the game