Jace: Rebels Advocate (Book 4)

by Sheridan Anne

  Jace’s hand waves up and down the length of my body. “What the fuck is this?” he demands. “You’re a fucking designer, and you’re telling me you could find a little more material than that?”

  He watches me casually walk through the door with a smirk on my face. I walk over to the side and put my bag down before walking to the very front of the class to stand right before him all while he gawks at me, waiting for my response.

  As I stand before him with a perfectly straight face. And then it clicks. Mr. Alpha knows exactly what I’m up to.

  I can’t keep my cool and end up grinning at him. “You’re drooling,” I tell him.

  At that, he pulls himself together and narrows his eyes while a wicked smirk takes over his handsome face. I've got playful Jace before me and I can’t wait to see how the next hour plays out. He pulls his eyes away from me and addresses the rest of the class. “Alright, now that Cami has finished wasting our time, we can get back on with it.”

  I press my lips together, trying my best not to smile at the bastard, but I can’t. The man has this power over me that I can’t explain, all I know is that it’s strong.

  Jace goes on to describe what we’ll be doing today, and as usual, he takes charge like a boss. We’ll be working in pairs today and as he tells the group to find a partner, I raise my hand like a teacher’s pet while my eyes burn into his. “Yes, Cami?” he says while trying his absolute hardest to remain professional.

  “I don’t have a partner,” I tell him, even though I haven’t bothered looking around to check if there’s an uneven number of participants.

  Luke chuckles and I look across to see a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “I’ll partner with you,” he tells me, solely for the benefit of messing with his best friend.

  Jace’s flaming eyes don’t move from mine for one second. “Over my dead body,” he tells Luke before striding towards me. “She’s mine.”

  With that, Luke realizes Jace is out of the game for today and he’s going to be taking this class on his own.

  Jace grabs my hand and spins me so my back is pressed up against his chest, putting us into the position he requested of the class. Jace the attacker and me defending myself. Though, in this position, I don’t think I’ll be doing much defending. If Jace is my attacker, he can have me.

  “What are you doing here?” he murmurs into my ear.

  “What do you mean?” I question as his arms wrap around my waist. I can’t help but rest my hands against his arms, completely taking possession of them.

  “You know exactly what I mean,” he tells me before gently pressing his lips to my neck for the quickest moment.

  “I’m here to learn self-defense,” I tell him as the students around us get started on their work. “Why else would I be here?”

  “So, you’re telling me, you’re not here to distract me from my work?” he asks quietly as his hand slides a little further up my body. “You’re not here because you’ve been craving my touch?”

  He grinds himself into my ass and I bite down on my lip, desperate to feel him. I find myself briefly looking around but not one eye is on us. “You’re telling me that you’re not here because you want me so fucking bad, that you couldn’t resist coming down here?”

  I start panting. How am I so damn obvious around him? “That’s right,” I whisper. “I haven’t been here for a while. My defense skills are getting a little rusty.”

  He lowers his voice to a tone that has my insides clenching. “Tell me you’re not soaking wet right now.”

  Oh shit. It’s like a flood down there and the way he talks, it’s quickly turning into a tsunami.

  I want to turn in his arms and look up into his eyes, but his hold on my waist is too tight. I find myself pressing my ass back into him. “I can’t do that,” I tell him while desperately wanting to gain control of the situation. He’s backing me into a corner right now and if he mentions just how wet I am once more, I’m going to end up dropping to my knees and taking that big dick of his into my mouth in front of this whole damn class.

  I run my hand down the length of his arm and curl my fingers into his. “You’re fucking killing me, babe,” he tells me.

  “I’m all yours, Jace,” I say. “All you have to do is take me.”

  He groans low in his throat and I feel the vibration through his chest. I’m losing it here.

  Without warning, I slam my ass back into him and use my grip on his hand to rip his hold off me, I do my best not to hurt him, but it would take a lot for a girl my size to hurt a man like Jace. “Fuck,” he grunts in surprise as he doubles over. It only takes him a second to recover and from the smirk on his face, he knows exactly what I’m doing.

  I stand before him, grinning like a fool. “I told you, Jace,” I laugh. “I’m here to learn self-defense, not to be seduced by the teacher.”

  “Fuck, babe,” he groans as he stalks towards me. “We can do both.”

  He lunges for me and I spin out of the way. He grins across at me and I give him a seductive smirk. “You’re going to have to catch me first.”

  The sparkle within his eyes is intoxicating. “It’s fucking on, babe,” he promises me before darting towards me with a speed I didn’t know was humanly possible. My alpha man catches me around the waist and I find myself screaming out.

  He drags me back to him and the laughter comes ripping out of both of us. “You’re never getting away from me that easily,” he teases.

  “Ain’t that the truth,” I grumble. Jace adjusts his hold on me and throws me over his shoulder before storming his way out of the class.

  Jace gives my ass a good spank as he heads towards his office. “Ow,” I laugh as I reach down and do the same to him.

  He pushes through his office door and a second later, I’m sitting on his desk with my man standing between my legs, devouring my lips as I melt into him.

  How is it possible for it to be so damn good with him? I’ve kissed plenty of toads in my life, but this is my prince. I know with every fiber of my being. He’s my man and forever will be.

  His arms wrap around me and he scoots me further to the edge of the desk so he can press himself against me. My arms are up around his strong neck but I need so much more. I bring them down and slide my hand up under his shirt to feel the tight ridges of his abs.

  I can’t help but roam further over his wide, strong chest. I mean, men just simply don’t come like this. His body is sculptured to absolute perfection. Every inch of him. He’s fucking beautiful and having his body up against mine does ridiculous things to me. It pulls a reaction out of me that I’ve never had with another man. I’ll never get enough of it.

  I pull his shirt up over his head and within an instant, I’m drooling. I mean, I have never been so attracted to another human being before. I pull him closer against me as his lips move down to my neck. I gasp at the sensation and it spurs him on.

  My arms wrap around him and I dig my nails into his back, needing more. “Jace,” I moan as his hand cups my breast before giving it a firm squeeze. “Please.”

  “Babe,” he says with his lips still on my neck. “We can’t do this.”

  “Yes, we can,” I tell him as I reach for his pants.

  He takes my hands in his and stops me before releasing them on his chest. “No,” he says a little more firmly. “I want to do this right with you.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I say as I wrap my legs a little tighter around his waist and pull his lips back to mine. “We’ve already done this.”

  “It means,” he says in between kisses. “That the next time I’m with you, it’s going to mean something. It’s not going to be a quickie in my office. It’s going to be done right.”

  “Jace,” I groan, wondering where the wild, animal has gone. “Now’s not the time for you to be a perfect gentleman. I need it.”

  I feel his grin against my lips. “Believe me, baby. So, do I, but I’m serious. You’re going to have to be patient.”

/>   “Haven’t I been patient long enough?” I murmur.

  “Yes,” he laughs. “A little while longer isn’t going to kill you.”

  I can’t help but smile up at him. “You’re a jerk,” I tell him.

  “Trust me,” he says, lacing his fingers through mine and kissing me one last time. “I’m going to make it up to you over and over again.”

  I let out a sigh. I guess I’ll be playing all by myself tonight.

  Chapter 22

  Jace

  Holy shit. This is it. I can’t possibly wait any longer.

  Cameron Drew is my woman and it’s about time I let her know.

  It’s been a few weeks since that trip to the hospital and every moment since the second I watched her walk out that door has been driving me insane with need. Not just for her body, but for her mind and soul, but most of all, I need to hold her heart in my hands and I have absolutely no plans on giving it back.

  I have to be with her. She’s my whole fucking world and I’ve hated the past two years of not being with her, but her safety will always, always come first. She’s my number one priority and because of that, I have loved her from afar, but I can’t do it anymore. I need to make her mine.

  I’ve been to therapy and I have an ongoing appointment for the next few months. I’ve been taking my medication which is still preventing me from having any blackouts, and even though I’ve only been on it for two months, I’m starting to trust it, however, I’ve been attending regular check-ups with the doctor just to be sure.

  So, with the rest of my life sorted out, it’s time to take the one thing that I’ve been holding at an arm’s length.

  I pull out my phone and bring up a group text to everyone in our whole group, apart from Cami, of course.

  Jace – It’s happening tonight. Buckle in for a wild ride. Shit is about to get real!

  I get responses from every single one of them within the space of thirty seconds.

  Luke – Fuck yeah!!

  Imogen – OMG! I’m so excited. Good luck.

  Xander – Shit. I never thought I’d see the day.

  Rylee – Fuck. Ok. As soon as this baby stops sucking the life out of my tits, I’ll get down there. Don’t forget to do a little manscaping!

  Caden – About fucking time, man.

  Lexi – Woohooo!!!!!!!!!!!

  Charli – Yes! We’ll be there soon.

  Cole – For fuck’s sake. You better not screw this up or I’m going to be hearing about it from Rylee for the rest of my life.

  With that, I grab a towel out of the cupboard, fling it over my shoulder, and hit the shower.

  Chapter 23

  Cami

  A knock sounds at my door and I pull myself up off the couch before replacing the lid of the ice-cream and tossing the spoon onto the coffee table. I groan as I pull the blanket tighter around me and trudge towards the door.

  I’m exhausted. It’s been a huge few days. Bec has been sick so I’ve been doing extra hours at the store, I had a late shift at The Dark Room last night, I’ve got a killer headache, and to top it all off, I’ve had my period all week. Though, my only saving grace is that it finally went away this morning. But still… it was torturous.

  I mean, why is it that women have to be the sex to go through all that shit? We get the stabbing pains that make us want to crawl into teeny tiny little holes and die. We have men thinking we’re diseased. We get the mood swings. We have the headaches, and just to make matters worse, we have to deal with all the different sanitary products… like what the fuck are these menstrual cups anyway? It sounds fucking weird to me... and kind of messy. I mean, that’s one thing I just can’t get my head around. I’ll have to google that one.

  The only good thing that comes from dying once a month is the possibility of popping out a baby… well, for the lucky ones that is. I swear, there should be some kind of way we can just turn our periods off. I mean, it would be great if they only existed when trying for a baby. You know, when we’re thinking about falling pregnant, we could just say ‘Body, it’s time,’ and it would just do its thing. That way, there wouldn’t be a period to get in a man’s way when wanting to get nasty and they wouldn’t be asking to shove it up our asses so much… but then, it’s kind of like an unspoken rule of being a man to want to go there.

  The person at the door grows impatient of my dawdling and knocks again. “Hurry your stinking ass up, Cameron Drew.”

  Ahhh, it’s Rylee.

  Just for her comment and because I feel like being a bit of a bitch, I go a little slower.

  I finally make it to the door and pull it open before turning around and making my way back to the couch. I fall down into it and pick up where I left off with the ice-cream. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rylee grunts as I hear the sound of the door closing before she wheels her pram over and drops down on the couch beside me.

  “Headache,” I grumble around the spoon.

  “Ahh,” she says with a cringe as she reaches across and gives my leg a supportive squeeze. “I really feel for you, but I need you to get your shit together. We’re going out.”

  “Sorry to burst your bubble,” I tell her. “But the only place I’m going is to the fridge to pour myself a glass of wine.”

  “Yeah… nah,” she says. “I need a girl’s night. I’m going nuts at home all the time. What about the movies? We could see that new Chris Hemsworth one that I know you’ve been dying to see and you could get popcorn.”

  I pout my bottom lip out. “I really do like Chris Hemsworth.”

  “I know,” she says. “Go get dressed and take some painkillers. We can curl up on your couch afterward.”

  “Fine,” I say. “But do you mind if I invite Kelly? She was really wanting to see that one.”

  “Sure,” Rylee grunts. “I might as well invite all the girls too. They’ll die if they found out we were perving on a Hemsworth brother without them.”

  “Good point,” I laugh as I pick myself up off the couch and grab my phone. “You call them while I get myself presentable.”

  I stop by the kitchen and find some painkillers just as Rylee had said before making my way down to my bedroom. As I get myself dressed, I give Kelly a call and hit speaker.

  “Hey, what’s up?” she says as she answers the call.

  “Rylee and I are hijacking your night. We’re going to the movies and you’re coming with us.”

  “What are you seeing?” she questions

  “That Hemsworth one you won’t stop talking about.”

  “Oh shit,” she says, suddenly extremely perky. “Count me in. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

  She instantly ends the call and I focus on getting myself ready while listening to Rylee out in the living room making the calls to the girls. I quickly look in the mirror and decide it’s probably best to run a brush through my hair before taking myself out into public, and before I know it, I’m pushing the pram out my door with my best friend.

  As I lock up my door, Kelly walks up the hallway and gives Isaac a bright smile before saying hello to us. “Thanks for inviting me,” Kelly tells me as we head down to Rylee’s car.

  “Of course,” I say. “I think you would have killed me if you knew I saw that without you.”

  “Damn straight,” she laughs.

  I buckle Isaac into his car seat while Rylee tackles the pram. She groans and grunts at it and Kelly and I give each other a knowing grin. There’s nothing funnier than watching Rylee struggle with the basics. I mean, to put her pram down is literally just pressing a button and folding it over, yet every damn time she ends up screaming at the thing.

  Once Isaac is safely secured into his seat, I bump Rylee out of the way and get the pram shoved in the trunk of her car in no time.

  Before we know it, we’re pulling up at the movie theatre and meeting the rest of the girls. We head inside and order as many sodas and boxes of popcorn that can fit in our hands and even stack some on top of Isaac’s pram.

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p; We make our way into the theatre and the first thing I notice is that it’s dead quiet. We’re the only ones here and I turn to Rylee. “Are we in the right theatre?”.

  She pulls the tickets out of her pocket and double checks the details. “Yeah,” she tells me. “What’s the time?”

  I hit the home button on my phone and look down at the time. “It’s 8:36 pm.”

  “Ahhh,” she says with a cringe. “We’re a bit earlier than I had thought. The movie doesn’t start until 9:15 pm.”

  “Oh, ok,” I say with a shrug as I sit down between Lexi and Rylee and get myself comfortable. I grab my box of popcorn and start chomping away as I prop my feet up on the empty chair before me.

  Rylee gets Isaac fed and wraps him up for a sleep while I chat away to the girls as we wait for the movie to start. People start making their way into the theatre and soon enough, the place is packed and the sound of the audiences’ whispered conversations are heard throughout the theatre.

  The lights dim and the whispered conversations come to a stop as the screen finally flickers on. I look up at the wide screen and throw another piece of popcorn into my mouth. The preview begins and I know I have at least another few minutes of this crap before the goodness that’s Chris Hemsworth appears before my eyes.

  I watch the preview for an action movie that looks like something Jace would probably drag me along to before the next one comes up. The clip starts with a close up of a photo appearing as one of my all-time favorite songs play. The photo has a couples’ joined hands, the two of them firmly clutched in the others. The camera begins to zoom out and their arms appear, next their chests, and finally the couple’s whole bodies. As the camera continues to zoom out, I see a strange familiarity within the image that has me gawking like a confused idiot.

  Surely, I must have missed something.

  I mean, it’s me, on the fucking screen. It’s a photo Rylee had taken of me and Jace in the center of the dance floor at The Dark Room nearly two years ago. I feel my eyebrows pull down as I continue staring at the screen.

  How did my photo get on the movie theatre’s screen?