He’s always been clueless when it comes to making me feel good, never noticed the way I used to fake moans and orgasms just to get him to finish faster, and it seems tonight’s no exception.
I want him to take me, to own me the way I watched him owning my best friend through the window that night, but he won’t do it. Instead he takes it slow, handling me like I’m a fragile, expensive object he’s afraid he’ll break if he’s not careful.
He wraps his arms around my back and I cringe, fisting my hands by my shoulders while I prepare myself to let him have me the way he wants me.
Speak your words, Jordyn James.
He pecks my lips again and I turn my head away, bravely shoving him back with as much force as I can manage. “No.”
“What the fuck, JJ?”
“I don’t want that!” I shout, angrily wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I want..”
“What?” he bites out. “What do you want from me?”
“I..” I trail off, shaking my head at myself because it doesn’t matter what I want.
It never matters what I want.
“She wants you to fuck her like you hate her.”
I jump and spin in a half circle, searching the shadows to find the source of that voice. I find the cocky bastard a second later, narrowing my eyes when I catch that stupid smirk on his face. He’s wearing a black pair of gym shorts and a black t–shirt, casually leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest like he’s not being a total creep right now.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Noah asks at the same time, scrunching his nose from beside me with a mixture of anger and confusion.
“Hate sex, man,” Xander explains, rudely choosing to answer Noah’s question over mine. “Hot. Wild. Rough..”
Noah looks at me and I look away, awkwardly dipping my head to tuck some stray hairs behind my ears. “No, I don’t.. that’s not–”
Xander steps forward before I can finish and snatches my waist with both hands, making me squeal. He yanks me into him and shoves me back in his spot against the wall, roughly curling his fingers beneath the waistband of my sweats to lift me off my feet. His knuckles brush the skin of my bikini line and I squeal again, instinctively wrapping my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist to keep myself steady.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I screech, struggling to ignore the way his body feels pressed up against mine.
He might not look like the type of guy who works out every day without fail, but I’d bet my mother’s company he’s got at least eight abs under that shirt.
Instead of answering me, he slides his hands over my stomach and out towards my hips, squeezing me and digging his fingertips into the flesh there. My breathing picks up and he looks up at me, clearly enjoying my reaction to him and his hands on my body.
This is the first time he’s touched me like this, the first time he’s touched me ever, and despite the legitimate fear rushing through me right now, I don’t hate it as much as I’m pretending to.
I fight him to save face and he smirks like the devil himself, not even bothering to hide the way his hard cock rubs against my clit through our clothes. Without thinking too much into it, I scrape my manicured nails over the sides of his neck and he groans out a curse, but he doesn’t stop me the way Noah did just now. I think he likes it, and that pleases me more than it should.
“When you become mine,” he says, dipping his head to run his tongue bar over my bottom lip. “I’m gonna make you moan with this, then I’m gonna pin you down on your back and fuck this needy little pussy until you come all over my dick. Twice.”
Jesus Christ.
I whimper before I can stop it and he chuckles against my mouth, pulling back an inch to search my eyes.
“Hear that, pretty boy?” he asks, speaking to Noah but looking directly at me. “That’s what she wants.”
I stare at him in shock and he stares right back at me, cocking his head to the left when Noah’s bitter voice rings out from behind him. “Fucking slut.”
I wince without meaning to and Xander sets me down on my feet, turning around to toss Noah back against the side of the ring. My mouth hangs open and he snatches Noah’s jaw, moving in to get in his face.
“The fuck did you just call her?”
“You heard me,” he sneers, but I don’t miss the clear flash of fear there.
“Listen here, you little pussy,” he warns, barely moving when Noah tries to shove him back. “Say shit like that to her again and I’ll break your fucking nose.”
Noah tries to say something else but Xander shoves his head away, easily pushing his ass to the floor before stepping over him like it was nothing.
“You stupid freak,” Noah bites out, standing up to brush the imaginary dirt from his shirt. “I’ll have you arrested for that.”
“For what?”
“You just assaulted me, you idiot.”
“Did I?” Xander frowns, making a show of looking around to emphasise the lack of cameras in here, then he smirks at him. “Prove it.”
Noah glares and I fight a grin, scrubbing a hand over my mouth to hide it when both boys cut their eyes to mine.
“You wanna ride, princess?”
“I brought my car.” I raise a brow, knowing he already knows that considering he was watching us talk before.
“Not what I meant,” he teases, slowly moving his eyes over my body while he backs up towards the door.
A blush creeps up my neck and I fold my arms over my chest, feigning indifference despite the heat coursing through me. “In your dreams, new boy.”
“Damn straight.” He winks, and then he’s gone.
I shake my head at him and grab my gloves from the floor, ignoring the eyes on me while I shove the rest of my stuff into my gym bag.
“JJ–”
“Go to hell, Noah.”
He shuts his mouth and I head outside through the fire escape in the corner, feeling surprisingly better about myself than I have in weeks.
11
Jordyn
“How much sugar is in this?”
“Too much for Mommy Dearest to find out about,” Kian jokes, dropping down on the sun bed beside me. “We’ll just have one treat and then stick to vodka, yeah?”
I laugh lightly and knock his glass with mine, leaning back in my own seat to sip the multicolored cocktail he made me just now. The early afternoon sun beats down on my body and I drop my sunglasses over my eyes, using the makeshift shield to scan the crowd of half naked teenagers without being obvious.
Me and just about every other senior are spending our Saturday in Kian’s huge back yard, taking full advantage of the infinity pool and the fully stocked bar he paid for with his daddies’ credit card this weekend.
I’d planned to skip the party and stay at home, but Kian showed up at my house just after lunch and practically wrestled me out the door, ensuring me he’d punch anyone who looked at me twice.
He’s a lying little bitch, but I don’t call him out on it.
Even three weeks later, people still stare at me and whisper shit when they think I’m not looking, and it doesn’t help that Penelope’s currently sitting with Sienna and Noah in the hot tub by the pool. She hasn’t spoken to me directly and I hope it stays that way, but I don’t miss the guilty looks she keeps giving me, half smiling at me like she’s expecting me to go over there and clear shit up between us.
I do no such thing.
Penelope’s a good actress and an even better manipulator, and I want no part in whatever twisted game she’s trying to play with me.
“Babe, will you do my back for me?” Kian asks, turning over to lie on his front.
I nod and set my drink down on the coffee table between us, taking his pineapple scented sun screen from the mini fridge to squeeze a bit onto my palm. I work it into his shoulders and down to the band of his neon yellow speedos, not missing the
eyes on my hands while I do it. I smirk to myself and lift my glasses to peek at Travis, subtly holding the bottle up with a look that says you want it, all you gotta do is come and take it. He stays where he stands and I shake my head at him, frowning when I spot Xander standing beside him with a sneaky little knowing look on his face.
What is he..?
“Xan knows.”
My eyes widen and I look at Kian, unable to hide my surprise. “What?”
“Shh,” he laughs, leaning up on his elbows to bring his face closer to mine. “He caught me staring at Travis when we were at the gym last week and–”
“The gym?”
“Yeah, he was helping me lift weights, spotting me or some shit,” he explains, waving that off like it’s irrelevant. “Anyway, he asked us straight up if we were fucking and we didn’t deny it, then Travis took me to the bathroom and fucked me with his ton–”
“Okay,” I cut in, slapping a hand over his mouth to shut him up. “I don’t need to hear that part.”
He laughs again and I drop my hands to my lap, confused as to why he’s acting so calm about this. We all know Kian’s gay but Travis isn’t out yet, and if he’s forced out or caught out before he’s ready, I’m worried he’ll freak and break Kian’s heart in the process.
“Ki, he could tell somebody.”
“Yeah, I thought that, too, but he was weirdly fine about it.” He shrugs. “He even told Travis to shut up when he tried to explain it away. He won’t say anything.”
My brows dip and I look at Xander, honest to god wondering if he’s not as much of an asshole as I’ve made him out to be, but then I catch him moving his greedy little eyes over my body and change my mind.
He’s still an asshole.
He fails to hide that stupid grin of his and I roll my eyes for good measure, dropping back in my seat to take another small sip of my drink. He’s made his intentions perfectly clear, more than once, but I’m not interested, and even if I was, I could never go there.
He’s too cocky.
Too forward.
Too.. different.
But damn, he makes it look good.
He’s leaning back against the pool table on the patio wearing a black pair of swim shorts and a black flannel shirt, the buttons all the way undone to expose his hard chest and solid abs. The several pieces of ink scattered across his body are mostly random – some good and some not so good – but somehow he makes it look more hot than ridiculous.
Not hot, JJ.
Shit.
“Dude, you’re cheating,” Travis accuses, earning both mine and Kian’s attention.
Xander chuckles and leans over to take his shot. “I’m not a cheater, Trav. I’m just better than you.”
The black ball lands in the corner pocket and Travis scoffs, taking the triangular rack from beneath to reset the table. “JJ, come here and kick his punk ass so I can laugh at him for losing to a girl.”
I laugh lightly and open my mouth to tell him I’m good here, but then I catch the surprise on Xander’s face and snap it shut again.
“You’re good at pool?”
“She’s the fucking boss at pool,” Kian answers for me, snatching my hand to pull me over to them. “There’s a reason we call her queen, new boy, and it ain’t got nothin’ to do with that ass you won’t stop staring at.”
“Kian.”
“What?”
“Shut up,” I whisper through my teeth, walking around him to get to Travis.
He passes me the cue he was just using and takes out a quarter from the back pocket of his shorts, tipping his chin at me while he tosses it into the air. “Call it.”
“Heads.”
He catches the coin and flips it over, removing his hand to get a look at it. “You start, JJ.”
I make my way around to the far end of the table and lean over to break the balls, immediately sinking two solids right off the bat. Travis and Kian both grin like idiots and I dip my head to hide mine, purposely ignoring the asshole opposite me while I move around to take my next shot.
I’m wearing a baby pink, strapless two piece to keep my tan lines to a minimum. My breasts are a little too big for my body, same goes for my ass and thighs, which is why my mother forces me to avoid sugar and carbs of any kind, but it seems Xander doesn’t mind my flaws considering he can’t take his eyes off them.
“Hey, Jordyn?”
My jaw ticks but I refrain from correcting him, knowing he’ll just continue to call me that anyway. “What?”
“I dare you to play a game with me.”
“Pool is a game, new boy,” I say dryly, leaning over to pot the five ball.
“Yeah, well, this is more like a bet than a game.”
“What’s the bet?”
“If you win, I’ll stop talking to you and leave you alone for the rest of the year.”
My brows crash in the center and I look up, ignoring the pang of hurt in my chest because it’s misplaced and pathetic. “And if you win? What do you get?”
“When I win,” he says smugly, leaning his elbows on the edge of the table to level with me. “You have to do everything I say for twenty four hours.”
“Like a slave?”
“Like a date,” he corrects me, laughing lightly when I slip up and miss my shot.
“Xan..” Travis warns from beside Kian, not so subtly shaking his head no.
“What?”
“What do you mean, what?” I hiss, quickly checking left and right to ensure no one else is listening to our conversation. “I’m not going on a date with you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t like you.”
He raises a brow at that, somehow knowing I’m a liar. “You wanna play or not?
“A date doesn’t last twenty four hours.”
“Twelve, then.”
“Two.”
“Six.”
“What the hell are we gonna do for six hours?”
A slow, dirty little smirk spreads across his face and I drop my jaw, struggling to hide the heat creeping up my neck and over my cheeks.
“You’re disgusting.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Jesus, just–” I stop myself from going off on him and take a breath, lowering my voice while I back away to give him room. “Just take your damn shot.”
He grabs his cue and leans over to do as he’s told, easily sinking three balls without issue. “Your boyfriend’s watching us, you know?”
I roll my eyes and fold my arms over my chest, avoiding Noah’s glare on the side of my face while I lean my ass back against the table. “He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”
“Does he know that?” he throws back, pausing to look up at me when I don’t answer. “I can help you make him jealous if you want.”
“I don’t need to make him jealous.”
“I know.” He grins, straightening up to crowd my space. “I just wanted to kiss you again.”
Kian chokes on his cocktail and I grind my teeth, ignoring the three of them while I turn my attention back to the game. We’re neck and neck with five balls left on the table and it’s my turn to shoot. I could be wrong, but I swear he missed that last shot on purpose.
He’s offering me an out.
A way to say no if I want to.
I swallow my sudden nerves and bend over to pot my last two solids, looking at Xander over my shoulder when I feel his heat at my back. “Do you mind?”
He lifts his hands up in mock surrender and backs up a couple steps, but he doesn’t move from behind me. I let out an aggravated breath and force myself to pay attention, pretending I don’t feel the odd sense of excitement running through me with his eyes on my ass.
One more shot and it’s over.
I line it up and keep my eyes on the eight ball, hesitating a little longer than necessary before I pull my arm back to take the shot. It only takes me a half a second to realize my mistake, and as soon as the white hits the black, it rebounds off the edge of the side poc
ket and I miss.
Shit.
Travis and Kian both stare at me in disbelief and Xander smirks to himself, casually pressing his chest to my back to speak in my ear. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Wh– tonight?” I stammer, spinning to face him fully. “Why can’t we do it next weekend?”
“Because I want you now.”
I gape at him and he sinks the last three balls one after the other, winking at me while he sets his cue down and walks off towards the bar. My heart leaps up into my throat and I lift my hand to cover it, swallowing the unease there while I tip my head back to look at the sky.
What the fuck did I just do?
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I’m standing in the middle of my closet with a white towel wrapped around my body and my phone in my hand, nervously tapping it against my palm while I move my eyes over the mountain of designer dresses I’ve accumulated over the years.
He didn’t tell me where we’re going or what we’re doing or what to wear, and now I’m officially freaking out over my date like a thirteen year old girl.
I consider calling Travis to get him to give me Xander’s number but decide against it, knowing that’s stupid, then I consider calling to tell him I’m not going but decide against that, too.
This is pathetic.
Taking a long breath in an attempt to rebuild my sinking self-esteem, I grab the black dress I’ve had my eye on since I came in here and snatch a strappy pair of red bottoms to match, then I take my hair straightener from the bottom drawer and walk out to my bedroom, dropping down at my dressing table to get to work.
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