Jane's Team: A High School Reverse Harem Romance

by Janie Marie

  He glanced at it, taking it slowly and setting it on top of Luc’s jacket. “You had me excited, you little tease.”

  She laughed, shivering when he gripped her hips and tugged her between his legs. “You mean this?” She snapped the strap of her cami.

  Intense emerald eyes peered up at her. “You know you’re my goddess, right?”

  A shaky breath passed her lips as he moved his hands around to grip her ass. When he touched her phone in her back pocket, he pulled it out and tossed it onto the pile of clothes. Then he was back to holding her ass.

  “See how you fit perfectly in my hands?” He squeezed her butt cheeks.

  Jane stumbled, bracing her hands on his shoulders. “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Everything about us is meant to be,” he continued in a velvety tone as he slid his hands down the back of her thighs and up again, under her shorts. Squeeze. “In my dreams, you’re my queen, and we’re joined even beyond the end of time.”

  “That sounds like a lot more than you just wanting to be my boyfriend.” Her voice trembled as much as her body did beneath his touch.

  He breathed out, moving his hand under her cami to hold her waist. Then he stared up at her for what felt like a really long time but was only seconds. “I would say I want to be your everything—I know I can be—but I know you more than you realize.” His fingers tightened before he moved one hand to caress her stomach. “You want David. Maybe even more than just him and me.”

  Now Jane reached out and caressed his cheek. Sometimes he looked older than a seventeen, which was super sexy. Especially because she had always hated he was a day younger than her. “I don’t know why I’m being this way,” she told him, referring to her inability to just choose. “I want to be simple. I mean, you’re perfect for me.” She stared into his eyes, knowing every bit of this was true. “Already, you’re the one person I’m certain about, and I think I’d follow you anywhere—”

  “But,” he cut her off with a smile that hugged her heart. “But you’re not simple. It’s okay, babe. Just tell me how you want me to deal if my distance is wrong. Believe me, I want to be with you, holding you—carrying you out of every bad situation, but I’m aware you don’t want that. And I know, even if you’re mad with Kingston, you don’t want me to hurt him.”

  There he went again. Jane leaned down, cupping his cheeks before pressing her lips to his. Tingles went all the way to her chest, spreading out like a blooming flower until he broke their kiss.

  “Focus, babe.” Though he said that and held her out a bit, his gaze still fell to her breasts. “Damn.”

  She laughed, embarrassed that it only made her boobs bounce in his face.

  He smiled up at her. “Hurry up and tell me so we can get naked.”

  The way he said it, both teasing and serious and mixed with his smooth tone, was too much. Her legs buckled, but he caught her by wrapping an arm around her thighs and the other around her waist. He pulled her closer, burying his face against her chest.

  Jane hugged his head, her whole body alive—every cell was aware he was holding her. “This. I want this,” she breathed, sliding her fingers through his black hair. “You. I can’t have you too far from me. Even when I’m with him, I think a part of me cries for you.”

  “I’ve always been here.” He rested his chin on her chest and peered up at her. “But you want to keep Luc as the public boyfriend? Or did David tell you our plan?”

  “David told me.” She thought about Luc. “It was the same plan Luc had proposed.”

  Ryder inhaled, but he leaned forward, kissing between her breasts. “You like him.”

  “A little,” she admitted.

  A low rumble resounded within his chest. “And you like Tercero.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t mean to.”

  Those emerald eyes locked onto hers. “But you like me more.”

  “I like you most.” She moved enough to break his hold then tugged up her cami.

  “Is this my reward?” His eyes lit up once she was able to see him again, and he was taking her in, but it was her face he kept returning to. “You know I want more than sex, right?”

  Jane hesitated but still moved from him to unbutton her shorts. “I know. I want to show you my feelings because I don’t know how to say them.”

  For a moment she thought he was going to tell her to get dressed, but he didn’t. He gave her a sweet kiss on the inside of her left breast and slid the zipper down on her shorts. “Ah, damn, I forgot you were wearing my underwear,” he said, groaning as he slowly slid her shorts down. “Your thighs are already wet, babe.”

  That was embarrassing, but she’d been turned on from the moment she’d spotted him walk out of the football tunnel. “Sorry.”

  He chuckled, trailing his finger up her inner thigh. “Don’t be. I like it.” As he tasted her juices from his fingers, he inclined his head toward her bra. “Take it off.”

  There was no waiting around—she wanted to show him everything as he did with her. “I know I perv on you”—she grinned unclasping her bra— “but I kinda need to touch you, too.”

  “Only kinda?” Instead of tugging his shirt off, he leaned back, bracing himself on his hands as he waited for her to free her breasts. “I promise you’ll get to touch me wherever you want. But you’re giving me my dream right now.”

  She used her arm to cover her breasts as she dropped her bra. “A naked girl is your dream?”

  “Only one girl is my dream.” He made a twirling motion with his finger. “I’m looking at her right now, but I want my dreams to become memories. Turn. Let me see your gorgeous ass. Then I want the rest.” He dropped his gaze to where she shielded herself.

  It was weird how she wasn’t shy around him. Yes, she knew he’d watch her whenever she was in her room, and she’d sometimes give him a little show by stretching before she closed her curtain enough to do her private stuff, but he was finally going to see her in the flesh. Even their sex hadn’t been undressed, except for her bottoms. But she had no problem turning, other than wanting him to touch her.

  “Stop,” he said when she was facing the other way, and his strong hands gripped her hips. “You have a dimple.”

  Her face burned. She did have a dimple above her freaking ass crack, but a little to the side. She had the same thing on her face, a barely noticeable dimple on her left cheek. It was only there when she really smiled.

  “Just like the slight dimple on your pretty face,” he murmured then kissed her dimple before kissing where she should’ve had a mirroring dimple. “Perfect for this incomplete boy.” His hand caressed her bottom before he turned her to face him.

  Jane had never felt more beautiful than she did right then. His smile was something only God could create, and he was giving it to her.

  Ryder reached up, sliding his thumb over her lips. “Stop biting.”

  She laughed, kissing his thumb. “You were right about you being a romantic.”

  “Told you I’m good at everything I do.” He smirked, leaning back again so he could get a better view. “Now, let me see my goddess.”

  Her hand shook as she lowered it, but she let him see all of her, the way he willingly did with her watching him from her window.

  He took his time studying her, his green eyes flashing when they moved down her figure. “I’ll never see a more beautiful sight. Well, this,”—he met her gaze with fiery passion swirling in his— “except you wearing a wedding ring that matches the one I’ll wear.”

  The dreamy smile on her face probably made her look like a fool. “Going straight for the husband title.”

  “I decided I’m king boyfriend.” Mischief lit up his face. “Then I’ll be your husband. I gotta graduate and make some money first. I want to get you a specific ring, and I either need a good job or I need to rob my brother.”

  The adorableness and confidence in his statement made her whole being glow for him. “I love you,” she blurted. Holy shit. She hadn’t meant to say it, but she knew i
mmediately she meant it. She’d been in love with him for longer than she ever let herself know, and she could recall every moment now, every smile he sent her way, every glare he threw at boys around her, every time he’d ball his fist when girls teased her, and every awed stare.

  Ryder’s eyes widened, but he recovered from her slip faster than she did. He stood, but he kept her from stepping away by putting a hand behind her head and tilting her face up. He was a whole foot taller than her, but he was right—they still seemed like they were meant to fit together.

  His fingers slid through her hair, gripping her firmly as he finally said, “And I love you.”

  A relieved, choked sound passed her lips. “You gonna kiss me, or do I have to learn how to fly so I can reach you?”

  “I’ll teach you how to fly,” he said, leaning down. His lips met hers as he lifted her, letting her legs dangle as he squeezed her ass. His tongue danced with hers as tingles sparked with every little gasp between them.

  Oh, man, she really loved him. The sudden overwhelming amount of warmth rushing out of her was trying to wrap around their bodies, and she tightened her arms around him, trying any way she could to show him.

  “You make it so hard to give you back,” he whispered as he laid her down on his bed.

  She knew he meant back to David, and she knew she’d still go to David to figure out what they had between them, but she only wanted Ryder right now.

  “Let me give my girl a show,” he said, standing and tugging his shirt off.

  She actually moaned at the sight of him. He was a masterpiece. Tanned skin over a body sculpted by the gods. The veins running down his forearms were visible even in the dark, and she itched to touch them, to caress every inch of his smooth skin. He had no blemishes. Not a single imperfection. His abs were glorious, and the narrow waist and ‘V’ dipping into his jeans had her squeezing her thighs together.

  “You know you’re the first girl I’ve been with, right?” He snapped the button on his jeans. “My first kiss, too.”

  Tears misted her eyes, and she sucked in a breath as he slid down the zipper of his jeans.

  “That makes you sad?” he asked, halting his movement.

  “You’re just amazing,” she told him with a smile.

  A cocky grin transformed his face into the bad boy she always knew. “I can be anything when it comes to you, babe. Even a porn star in the sack.”

  She giggled, waiting for him to finish undressing. “How do you know what to do? What if I’m really bad?”

  “You’re perfect.” He continued unzipping as he used his feet to take off his shoes. “I watched a bit of porn with Archer to learn some shit. I wanted to be ready for you.”

  “That is either the weirdest or cutest thing ever.” She stopped laughing when he pushed his jeans down. “I forgot you weren’t wearing underwear.”

  He stood proudly, and he had every reason to be. It was no doubt the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. Because she’d also watched a bit of porn to learn whenever her hormones were driving her crazy. She never touched herself because that felt weird until she did it for David. She’d also seen all sorts of dicks on the videos. But Ryder erect . . . Her mouth watered and her core throbbed. She’d seen him a bit in the car, but this was different.

  “I’ll take a picture for you next time.” He grabbed her ankle, raising it to his lips for a kiss. “You promised me cock kisses, but I really want to discover you before I take you again.”

  “Oh, yes, let’s do that.” She was nervous as hell about trying to please him with her mouth in any way, so if he wanted to explore, and she could touch him, that would help her work up the confidence to get on her knees for him.

  A sexy smile formed on his handsome face. “Say the words, angel.”

  Her tummy fluttered, and her soul began to glow, but the words that came out of her mouth were those of a horny girl. “Fuck me, Ryder.”

  Strong hands slid down her thighs, spreading her legs to give him room before he braced one arm next to her head. His gorgeous face hovered above hers as he brushed a faint kiss to her nose, and she gasped when his cock teased her core. “Sweet Jane, I plan to make love to you.” Now he kissed her like she was everything that mattered to him. Then he said something that had her moaning and raising her hips. “But you’re gonna come like I’m fucking you.”

  Fourteen

  Tingles that somehow managed to be warm and cold at the same time trailed across Jane’s stomach. She smiled blissfully, letting her head roll to the side so she could see the beautiful guy lying beside her. The beautiful and completely naked Ryder Godson.

  Her body heated at the sight of him. His focus was on her skin as he continued using his fingers to draw a masterpiece only he could see. His black hair was sweaty and sexily tousled. A few locks fell over his eyes that were still trained on his hand. It was like watching a predator fully sated—lazy yet still so dangerous they could attack at any moment.

  Jane sighed as she took in his slicked skin. It made every muscle on his tanned body more defined, and for the third time that night, she had the urge to lick him.

  Ryder’s hand slid over her ribs, heading toward her breasts, but she yelped, right before he made it there.

  He glanced up, his eyes as bright as his smile. “Found it.”

  “Found what?” She giggled as he leaned down, kissing where he’d just tickled her. It was just below her heart and to the side.

  “My spot,” he murmured against her skin. “It’ll be where you feel me, even when I’m not with you.” His palm pressed against it, and she gasped as that very spot bloomed with tingles that went every which way inside her, pulsing out like a bell being rung.

  “How do you do that?” she breathed, touching his cheek as he watched her.

  Yet another kiss was dropped on that little spot below her heart and to the side. “Magic, Sweet Jane.”

  She would have lain there forever, but she wanted to talk to him. So, she rolled onto her side, facing him. “I don’t want you or David, or Luc, deciding things for me anymore.”

  Ryder copied her position as he grabbed a hold of her hand and pressed it to his chest. His heartbeat was steady and strong, like a fairy tale being read to her at bedtime. “All right.” He wasn’t mad, but she could see his guard coming back up; the blank-faced bad boy was returning. “Tell me what you want to do.”

  A chill slid between them, and she couldn’t stand it. Jane scooted closer, draping a leg over his waist. She sighed when he tugged her into a better position and started grinning because he put the blanket between them.

  He smirked, relieving her at last. “Need you to focus. My dick has other plans.”

  “I can tell.” She giggled, tightening her leg around him to pull him into her, which only made her laughter shift to a needy moan.

  A low chuckle rumbled within him, and he squeezed her ass, pressing in deep to make her cry out louder. Then he rolled back, smacking her tender flesh. “I’ll cut you off. Let’s get this serious shit over with.” His eyes narrowed at something behind her. “It’s already two.”

  She groaned, nodding as she stopped trying to find a way to get that blanket down. “I just want a choice.”

  “I know.” His hand started moving again, sliding up and down her side. “What choice do you want to make now?”

  That was the hard part, one she was afraid to even think about. But staring into his eyes felt so right, and she knew he was really the one who wouldn’t judge her. So, she confessed what she’d tried not to think of. “I love you. I want to pick you.”

  His head bobbed, but he wasn’t rejoicing. “You want to, but you won’t.” He lifted a hand to hold her cheek. “You still love David, and you’re confused as fuck about it.”

  “He didn’t even stick around,” she said bitterly. “I waited for him to get done with the sutures—after he was once again the David I remembered; the David he is with just me—but he left without saying goodbye. Probably to go off to a pa
rty.”

  “Relax,” Ryder said in that commanding but almost bored and a whole lot of sexy way of his. “He’s just with a few players. No hoes.” He smirked. “I mean . . . women.”

  The increasing pattering of her heart slowed. “How do you know?”

  Ryder leaned forward, teasing her with a faint kiss at the corner of her mouth. “He texted me about twenty minutes before you came. He didn’t want to draw attention to you, and he knew you’d be going home soon. He said, if I heard from you, to let you know he loved you, and he’d be home soon.” Ryder finally gave her the kiss she wanted, his perfect lips pressing firmly to hers while his fingers slid through her hair. He tugged, pushing his tongue inside her mouth. God, she felt his kiss between her legs.

  She gasped, ready to rip the sheets out from between them.

  “Sorry, babe.” He grinned, pecking her lips playfully before escaping her attempt to pull him down for more. “These lips distract me.”

  Pouting, she puckered up with hopes to get pounced on.

  “Babe,” he groaned, giving her another kiss, though he kept it short. “You wanna talk, right?”

  “Stop being responsible.” She didn’t mean it; she loved he was thinking about her concerns.

  “You miss the sexy asshole who wants in your pants, don’t you?” He chuckled, smoothing her hair back.

  “It’s so weird,” she murmured, entranced by his beauty for a moment. “Just this week you were a jerk.”

  He frowned, still playing with her hair. “You don’t mean that.”

  “No?” She grinned because he was right. Now, that she wasn’t being so stuck up her own ass and David’s she could see everything Ryder did in a different light.

  Now he smiled. “You wouldn’t put on little shows for a jerk. Teasing me as you’re about to pull your shirt over your head.” He dropped a hand to her breast, massaging it and setting those tingles off again. “Only to smirk down at me then tug your curtain in place, leaving your silhouette to tease me further.”