“You like that?”
She nods and sucks the life out of it until there’s nothing left but ice, making me laugh. I keep driving without a destination in mind and she sits in comfortable silence for a while, leaning her head back on the seat to watch the scenery pass us by. After another twenty minutes, I choose a random exit and get off, smirking to myself when I spot the dead end sign up ahead. I make the turn and slow to a stop at the end of the road, dipping my head to get a look at the highway bridge above the small lake in front of us.
“Where are we?”
“Does it matter?” I tease, leaning over the inner console to run my finger over her bare thigh.
“It’s pretty.”
“You’re pretty,” I tell her, grinning when she turns her head to look at me.
She’s still wearing her uniform, her buttons done up all the way to the top with her hair falling over her shoulders in perfect waves. I slide my hand up a little higher and she shivers, snatching my wrist to stop me while she looks around to check no one can see.
“It’s just us, princess,” I say quietly, taking her hand in mine to link our fingers together.
I kiss each of her knuckles and she chews her bottom lip, reaching down between us to unclip her seatbelt. She leans over to tease my mouth with hers and I move my hand down to her ass, groaning quietly when I realize she’s taken her thong off like I told her to.
“So fucking bad for me,” I whisper, gently dragging my short nails over her soft flesh.
A sexy little whimper escapes her throat and she pushes my chest, climbing over to straddle my thighs on the drivers seat. I squeeze her tiny waist and she runs her fingers through my hair, pulling my head back to take my mouth with a desperate kiss that drives me crazy. I bite her lips and she grinds on my lap, jumping when she accidentally hits the horn with her ass. I chuckle and wrap one arm around her back, blindly reaching for the door handle to carry her out. I walk around to the front of the car and lie her down on the hood, leaning over her to loosen the knot in her tie. I pull it off and pop the buttons on her shirt, kissing her throat while I push it down over her shoulders. She wiggles her way out of it and tosses it to the side, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull my body down to hers. Her mouth attacks mine and I let her own me for a while, fucking loving the way she drops her little good girl act for me and only me, but then she rubs her pussy against my zipper and I run out of patience. I pull back and flip her over to push her down on her stomach, pulling her waist down a little bit until her heels touch the gravel beneath us.
“Jesus, you were serious?”
“I’m not a liar, princess,” I inform her, running both hands over the backs of her thighs to push her skirt up over her ass. “Spread your legs out for me.”
She does and I slide my finger over her clit, damn near losing my mind when I realize how wet she is already. I take my dick out and move my eyes over her body, pulling the folded piece of paper from my pocket to give it to her.
“What’s this?”
“Read it.”
She frowns but does as she’s told, leaning up on her elbows to get a look at the test results I got back from the doctor yesterday afternoon. Her frown deepens and she turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, clearly unsure what to make of me.
“Did you do this for me?”
I nod, fisting the base of my cock to tease her entrance with the tip. “You gonna let me in bare again?”
“What if I say no?”
“You won’t say no.”
She smirks and I smirk back, slowly pushing it inside until my hips bump her ass. She winces at the stretch and fists her hands on the hood of my car, dipping her head to hide her face from me.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah,” she rasps, but she’s lying and I know it.
I laugh lightly and lean over her to tangle my fingers in her hair, gently pulling her head back to speak in her ear. “How many times did you fake it for him?”
She tenses at that, awkwardly shifting her hips beneath mine. “What?”
“It’s okay, baby, you can tell me,” I whisper, moving my mouth down to her neck to kiss her there. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“I..” she trails off, hesitating a second before she speaks again. “Almost always.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she echoes, lifting her hand to run her nails over my scalp. “The only time he ever got me off was when he fingered me and ate me out at the same time.”
I lock my jaw and grind my teeth together, not liking the thought of anyone but me eating her hot little pussy until she comes. I move my hand down beneath her and rub her clit, pulling out a little bit just to push back in. Her breathing picks up and I grin against her neck, grinding on her to give her the friction she needs.
“I’m gonna make this good for you,” I assure her, slowly dragging my teeth over the shell of her ear. “Hold on to me and tell me if it’s too deep, okay?”
She nods and tightens her grip on my head, fisting my hair to pull my mouth back to her neck. I give her what she wants and fuck her a little harder, sliding my tongue over the pulsing vein beneath her flesh. Her pussy squeezes my cock and she moans, arching her back out to fuck me back hit for hit.
“Good girl,” I praise, lifting her up a bit to increase the pressure on her clit.
“Fuck, Xan,” she pleads, tipping her head back on my shoulder. “I need more.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she cries out, and I smile to myself because I’m pretty sure she means that.
I lift my free hand up to my mouth and spit on my thumb, watching her closely for her reaction while I move it down to slide it over her asshole. Her entire body locks up and I’m almost sure she’s about to tell me to fuck right off, but then I realize it’s because she’s coming.
“Holy shit, Xan,” she whimpers, quickly snatching my wrist to dig her nails into my forearm. “Why the fuck are you stopping?”
I blink and roll my hips out again, simultaneously getting her off with my fingers while I ride her through it. She comes loudly and I groan at the sight of her, rocking into her a few more times before my cock goes off inside her pussy.
“Jesus,” she rasps, falling down on the hood with her arms folded beneath her head.
I laugh lightly and pull out, quickly shedding my shirt to clean us both up with it. She moans happily and I lie down on my back beside her, sliding my arm beneath her waist to pull her into me. She rests her head on my shoulder and her hand on my abs, mindlessly walking her fingers over my skin while we watch the sunset in the distance.
“I thought you smoked,” she says after a while, making me frown.
“What?”
“I’ve seen you smoking a few times now and you said Amy caught you in the parking lot today,” she explains, lifting her head to look at me. “How come you didn’t have one the entire night you were with me?”
“I only smoke when I’m bored,” I tell her, leaning up on one elbow to face her fully. “Or drunk. Or sad.”
“You get sad?”
“Well, no,” I admit. “But I’m sure I’d smoke if I did.”
She shakes her head at me and I run my finger over the edge of her bra, then across to the valley between her breasts and down to her navel.
“You wanna do something bad?”
“I’m pretty sure everything I do with you is bad,” she jokes, making me laugh.
“Maybe,” I agree, slowly moving my finger down to the waistband of her skirt at her hip. “But being bad with me feels pretty damn good, right?”
She hides a grin and I kiss her lips, standing up to walk around to the trunk. I open it up and move my gym bag to the side, leaning over to reach for the other duffel I keep in here. I pull it out and grab my jacket from the back seat, side eyeing Jordyn when she leans over to get a look inside the bag. Her mouth parts and she stands up with her hands propped on her hips, bouncin
g her eyes between me and the huge wall of graffiti beneath the bridge.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“What’s it look like?” I tease, tilting my head for her to follow me. “Come on, princess.”
“Are you insane?” she hisses, snatching her shirt from the ground to throw it on over her shoulders. “You can’t just do whatever the hell you want, Xan.”
“Says who?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she deadpans. “The law? Society?”
“Fuck society.”
She rolls her eyes but follows me anyway, leaving her buttons undone while she watches me with her arms folded over her chest. I choose a blank space in the middle of the wall and hold my jacket over my mouth, using my free hand to paint a badass blonde girl wearing a black hoodie and a black snap back. I don’t have much time considering it’s almost dark out, so I keep it simple and skip the detail, quickly using a mixture of blue and white to get her eyes the right color. Jordyn continues to watch me with her brows dipped and her mouth open, unable to hide the clear mixture of confusion and shock on her face.
“How are you doing that?” she asks, speaking for the first time in over thirty minutes. “Is that me?”
I laugh lightly and paint the words little devil on her hoodie, stepping back once I’m done to get a better look. “You like it?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, eyeing me over her shoulder while she moves closer to the wall. “Are you an artist or something?”
“Or something,” I tell her, taking her hand to pull her back to my chest before she gets too close to the fumes. “I prefer skin over paper.”
“You mean tattoos?”
I nod and wrap an arm around her waist from behind, leaning over her to kiss her neck. “Your turn.”
She hesitates, just like I knew she would, but then she shocks the shit out of me and takes the jacket from my hand. “Got any purple?”
I raise a brow and pass her what she asked for, watching her in amusement while she covers her airways and gets to work. The way she looks right now makes my dick hard, eager to push her back against the wall and wrap her legs around my waist, but I soon forget that when I realize she’s painting the purple devil emoji. As soon as she’s finished, she grins like a kid in a candy shop and spins to face me, tossing my jacket at my head when she catches the look on my face.
“Don’t look so smug, new boy,” she mutters, scrunching her nose at the mess on her fingertips. “It was the only thing I could think of under pressure.”
“You ever gonna tell me what that key in your nightstand is for?”
“Maybe,” she teases, stepping closer to run her hands over my chest, but I don’t miss the way her expression suddenly falls like she’s disappointed about something.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she lies, sighing when I lift her chin to pull her eyes back to mine.
“Baby, tell me.”
“It’s just..” she trails off, chewing her lip while she decides what to say to me. “Wait here.”
I frown and she goes back to the car to grab something, looking much happier when she walks back over to me with her phone in her hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Come here,” she orders, ignoring my question.
I do as I’m told and she pulls me into her, taking my hand to lift my arm over her neck, then she locks our fingers together and holds her phone out in front of us.
“Damn it, you’re too tall for me,” she complains, moving in front of me to place her hands on my shoulders. “Can you pick me up?”
“You take your selfies pretty seriously, huh?” I taunt, grabbing the backs of her thighs to wrap them around my waist.
She flicks my nose to shut me up and holds her phone out again, leaning her forehead against mine while she tilts the camera to get the wall in the background behind us. She takes the picture and drops her eyes to look at it, smiling to herself in a way that hurts my fucking heart. I don’t know what’s happening right now, but before I can think too much into it, a police siren rings out from somewhere and Jordyn slaps a hand over her mouth, quickly looking from me to the graffiti on the wall and then down to the bag at my feet.
“Oh, fuck.” She panics, jumping down to kick her shoes off like she’s about to make a run for it. “Should I call my lawyer? How much jail time are we gonna get for this? Oh my god, my mom’s gonna lose her shi–”
“Jordyn?”
“What?”
“They’re up there,” I inform her, trying my hardest not to laugh while I point up to the highway bridge above us.
“Oh,” she says, breathing long and deep with her hands fisted on her hips. “I knew that.”
I laugh for real this time and she flips me off, folding her shirt over her chest to hide her body from me while she walks back to my car.
“Baby, don’t be mad,” I call, still chuckling to myself while I grab my shit and move to follow her.
“Don’t call me baby.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t like it.”
I smirk and catch up to her to snatch her waist, pulling her into me to back her up against the passenger side door. “You’re hot when you lie to me.”
She feigns a glare and shoves me back, climbing inside to pull her seatbelt on over her body. I jump in next to her and she hits me with the silent treatment, but I don’t miss the way she turns her head to the side to hide the amusement there.
Fuck, I love that look on her face.
I’m pretty sure what I feel for her borders obsession, an unfamiliar need to be around her as much as I possibly can. I don’t know how she’s managed to rein me in like this when she doesn’t even like me half the time, but I don’t hate it, so I don’t fight it.
I just hope she doesn’t rip my heart out and take it with her when she decides she’s done with me.
18
Jordyn
Kian fluffs my hair out for me and taps my ass, slinging one arm over my neck while we walk through Sienna’s front door. Loud music and drunken laughter fills my ears and I look around, resisting the urge to roll my eyes when I spot Penelope grinding on Sienna in the middle of the living room while Noah watches from his seat on the couch. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to make him hot for her and it looks like it’s working, but then he looks my way and glares, slowly leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his eyes on my form. My hair is dead straight, my eye make up a little darker and riskier than usual, and I’m wearing a short red dress with a low back line and two criss cross straps over my shoulders. Honestly, I picked it out at the mall today because I knew Xander would like it on me, but it seems my ex–boyfriend’s not a fan.
“Remind me why I’m here again.”
“Because you promised you’d learn to socialise more and play nice with your friends,” Kian tells me, leading me through the house to take me to the makeshift bar set up in the kitchen.
“Right,” I mutter, leaning back against the island to watch while he pours us a vodka soda each.
My phone buzzes in my purse and I pull it out to check it, playfully shoving Kian’s head away when he cranes his neck to snoop over my shoulder.
Xander: Baby.
Xander: Fuck.
Xander: You look so hot it hurts.
My heart skips a beat and I look around, raising a brow when I find him standing on the other side of Sienna’s kitchen with his phone in his hand and his eyes on me.
Jordyn: What hurts?
He smirks at that, looking me dead in the eye while he reaches down to adjust his dick in his jeans. My cheeks burn without permission and I fight a smile – I really fight it – but it seems I’m not as sly as I think I am.
“Did you fuck him?”
I instinctively straighten my spine at the sound of his voice, discreetly hiding my phone behind my back when I find Noah standing in Kian’s space beside me.
“Because if you did,” he goes on, leaning over me to
get in my face. “If you gave him what belongs to me when you promised our parents I’d be the only one you’d ever let inside you, I might not like that.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
“Yes,” he says simply, reaching up to run his thumb over the lip gloss on my mouth. “You’re mine and you always will be. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“No, it’s not right,” I bite out, gritting my teeth while I knock his hand from my face. “I’m not your anything and I’m sure as hell not your sweetheart, either.”
He glares at me again and I move to leave, locking my jaw when he snatches my arm and yanks me into him. My skin itches with his hands on me, and it takes everything I have not to shove him back and smack the shit out of him. Xander steps forward in my peripheral like he’s about to do it for me and I wince, silently hoping he’s not stupid enough to do anything to Noah in front of a house full of his loyal followers. It’s one thing to threaten him and shove his ass to the floor in front of me alone, but to do something like that in front of everyone here would be a helluva lot worse. Noah Campbell will be the mayor of this town in a few years, just like his father is now and his grandfather was before him, and I wouldn’t put it past them to slap an assault charge on the new boy just because they can.
Travis appears out of nowhere to push his cousin back and I look at Noah, bravely wrapping my fingers around his wrist to pry his hand from my arm. I don’t know where this new found courage has come from, but it’s right there for the taking and I’m rolling with it.
“Does your daddy know you’re still fucking Penelope?”
He falters for half a second and I smirk like a bad bitch, purposely clicking my tongue at him with a slow shake of my head. I wasn’t entirely sure before, but the answer’s written all over his face. He’s still fucking her and he has no intention of stopping, and if his father knew he’s risking his chance of getting back together with me for a piece of ass, as he’d call it, the disgusting bastard he is, heads would roll and Noah’s would be the first to go, followed by Penelope’s and then her parents’. William Campbell doesn’t handle embarrassment well, and unfortunately for Noah, I’m not above using it against him.
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