Little Devil

by Bethany Winters

  My cheeks burn and I smack his chest, narrowing my eyes when he continues to laugh at me.

  “I hate you so much.”

  “I don’t believe you,” he teases, leaning over me to crowd my space. “Can I have your number?”

  “No.”

  “Can I have a kiss?”

  “N–”

  He grabs my waist and pulls my hips to his, slowly locking his arms around my back to hold me against him. “I dare you.”

  I roll my eyes and snatch his jaw, pulling his face down to mine to give him what he wants. I tell myself to kiss him once and walk away like I did in the school parking lot that first time, but my stupid body seems to be acting on her own. I open my mouth for him and he takes the mile, sliding his tongue over mine like he’s trying to ruin me from the inside out. His piercing makes me moan and I wrap my hands around his neck, but then my mother’s raised voice rings out from somewhere inside the house and I jump, pulling away from him to wipe my mouth with my hand. He winks at me and I shove his ass, turning around to walk back inside before he catches the grin on my face. I shut the door and fall back against it, tipping my head back on the wood to touch my lips with my fingertips.

  Goddamn him.

  16

  Jordyn

  “I want details,” Kian says, dropping down beside me at our top table at the back of the huge cafeteria.

  “No.”

  “But, babe,” he whines the word, pouting dramatically in true Kian fashion. “I thought I was your best friend.”

  I raise a brow at that, taking the bottled water he passes me to twist the cap off. “Since when?”

  “Since Penelope’s a whore and I’m the next best thing,” he jokes, stealing a baby tomato from my plate to toss it into his mouth.

  “Don’t call her a whore, Ki.”

  “Ugh, you’re such a good person,” he complains, scrunching his nose in mock disgust. “I would’ve bitch slapped her by now if I were you.”

  “If you found out she was fucking Trav, you mean?”

  His jaw ticks and I smirk to myself, taking my fork from my plate to finish eating my salad.

  That was a cheap shot on my part, I know, but at least it steals his attention away from me.

  For all of thirty seconds.

  “Are you really not gonna tell me what happened on your date with the hot bad boy?”

  “I already told you nothing happened,” I mutter, lying through my teeth because no one, and I mean no one, can ever find out about what we did on Saturday night.

  “Oh, really?” he draws out, clearly not buying the shit I’m selling him. “Because–”

  “Kian, beat it,” a voice says from behind us, and Kian shuts his mouth, leaning back in his seat to look up at my ex–boyfriend over his shoulder.

  “We’re talking, Noah.”

  “No, we’re talking, you’re leaving,” he says simply, tipping his chin to dismiss him. “Now.”

  Kian shakes his head at him and stands up to do as he’s told, barely managing to hide the hurt on his face while he walks for the double doors on the other side of the room. I move to go after him but Noah snatches my wrist, hard enough to keep me here but not hard enough to hurt.

  “Sit down.”

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss, pulling myself from his grip to glare at him. “You know how sensitive he is and you treat him like shi–”

  “Shut up about fucking Kian, JJ,” he grits out, swinging his leg over to straddle the bench seat beside me. “What’s going on between you and Xander Reid?”

  “Nothing,” I answer, but I don’t think he believes me.

  “You need to stay away from him.”

  “And you need to stay away from me,” I fire back, ignoring his comment completely. “Oh, and stop ratting me out to my mom while you’re at it.”

  “I didn’t rat you out,” he argues. “She asked me how you were doing and I told her the truth.”

  In other words, she asked how the whole us getting back together thing is working out for him and he told her it’s not, same thing that happened between me and her at lunch yesterday. The whole thing went exactly as I expected – she all but begged me to forgive him and got all pissy when I told her no, then she lectured me about college and the importance of image and I listened with my mouth shut tight, mindlessly picking at my food while daydreaming about Xander and everything we’d done together the night before.

  “I meant what I said about Reid, JJ,” Noah says quietly, his warning clear. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you and I don’t like it. He’s a freak.”

  “He’s not a freak,” I mutter, dipping my head to play with the hem of my skirt. “He’s just.. different.”

  “Why are you defending him?” He frowns, pulling his head back when I say nothing. “Do you like him?”

  I roll my eyes and stand to leave, done with this conversation because I don’t like the answers to his questions. He lets me go without a fight and I walk out to the hall to find Kian, smiling at him when I catch him talking with Travis by his locker. Kian smiles back and Travis follows his line of sight, glaring at something over my shoulder with his jaw locked. He moves like he’s about to do something but Kian stops him, blocking his path with a single hand on his abs. I leave them to it and make my way to my own locker, purposely avoiding any and all eye contact while I collect my books for my next class.

  I feel like everyone’s staring at me.

  Like I’m walking around with a big ass sign on my back that reads I fucked Xander Reid and I liked it.

  I know I’m probably being paranoid, but it doesn’t help that the bastard himself keeps staring at me every time we cross paths, smirking at me with a look that says I know what your pussy tastes like.

  It’s distracting.

  And hot.

  And I’m pretty sure I never got my mind back after he stole it from me the other night because shit.

  What is happening to me?

  Just as I think it, the sound of his laughter rings out from somewhere beside me and I look that way, immediately wishing I hadn’t when I spot him talking to Amy Brennan at the end of the hallway. My brows crash in the center and I blink, struggling to ignore the hollow pit forming in my stomach at the sight of them together. She’s standing with her back to me and he’s leaning back against the wall in front of her, looking down at her with his head cocked in amusement while she props a hand on her hip and flips her light blonde hair over her shoulder. She’s Noah’s younger cousin, the sheriff’s daughter and our student body president, the perfect good girl for him to corrupt with his stupid tongue bar and his dirty mouth. He moves his eyes over her form and I let out a scoff, shaking my head at myself while I abandon my locker to go to the bathroom.

  Of course I was nothing more than a body for him to fuck, a game for him to win before moving on to the next one. I knew that and he never told me different, so I don’t know why I’m so pissed about it.

  I wash my hands at the bathroom counter and glare at my own reflection, angry with myself for allowing him to get to me like this. I’m fully on board with pretending he doesn’t exist when I walk back out there because fuck him, but then someone slips in through the door and I force my features even, jumping out of my skin when two big hands grab my waist from behind.

  “Xan!” I squeal, widening my eyes when he hurries me along to the biggest stall at the end. “Oh my god, you can’t be in here!”

  He ignores me and locks the door behind us, backing me up against the left wall to pin my body with his. My heart picks up and I stare at him, stupidly liking the way he looks with his black tie wrapped loosely around his neck and his white shirt hanging out of his pants.

  “Hey,” he says, gently tipping my chin up with his forefinger. “Why are you upset?”

  “I’m not upset,” I lie, crossing my arms over my chest to feign indifference. “And even if I was, it’s none of your business. I’m none of your business.”

  “Is that
right?” he teases. “You don’t like me anymore?”

  “I never liked you anyway.”

  He makes a humming sound and moves closer, slowly moving my hair from my neck to inspect the makeup covering the hickey he gave me. My cheeks burn with his eyes on it and I have to force myself to keep breathing, wishing he didn’t affect me this way but loving it all the same.

  He makes me feel alive and I crave it like a drug.

  “I think you’re a liar,” he muses, and I almost agree with him, but then I remember what he was doing five minutes ago and snap myself out of it.

  “What happened to Amy?”

  “Who’s Amy?”

  My brows dip and I look up at him, searching his face for the joke or the taunt, but there isn’t one.

  He really doesn’t know who I’m talking about.

  “She’s the blonde girl you were talking to just now,” I mutter, immediately regretting it when I catch the stupid grin on his face.

  “Are you jealous?”

  “Are you gonna fuck her?”

  His grin widens and he rests his forearm on the wall above my head, crowding my space with his height and his body and those magnetic hazel eyes that make me want to melt for him.

  Stop it, JJ.

  “She saw me smoking in the parking lot after last period and threatened to tell my aunt,” he explains, looking me dead in the eye while he traces a finger over my bottom lip. “I don’t want her, baby. She’s got nothing on the way I feel about you.”

  “How do you feel about me?”

  “Like I wanna kiss you until you can’t breathe.”

  My mouth parts but I snap it shut again, confused and a little turned on by his unfiltered honesty.

  I, however, have none of that.

  “I don’t want you to kiss me.”

  “You sure?”

  I nod once, but he doesn’t push me like I expected him to. Instead he cocks his head and backs away from me, reaching back to unlock the door behind him. I raise a brow and watch him open it, running my tongue over the spot he was just touching while I prepare myself for him to walk away.

  A part of me knows he’s bluffing, testing me to see what I’ll do about it, but the other part is terrified he’s actually done with me, and I don’t like that part.

  Without thinking too much into it, I snatch his crooked tie and yank him into me, quickly wrapping the fabric around my fist to speak over his lips. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll ruin your life.”

  He smirks at that, holding my eyes while he drags my thigh up to his waist. “Maybe I’ll ruin yours.”

  And fuck me, maybe he will.

  I pull his mouth down to mine and he groans, sliding his hand up beneath my skirt to squeeze my ass. My hips buck and I arch my back out for him, eagerly raking my hands through his hair while he rubs his body against mine. He makes good on his word and kisses me until I run out of air, then he moves his mouth to my jaw and down to the crook of my neck.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in this uniform?” he asks, hooking his finger beneath my thong to pull it to the side.

  “You’re not fucking me right here.”

  “Later, then,” he rasps, almost pleading. “Leave it on and meet me after school so I can get my dick back inside you.”

  I moan and open my mouth to tell him I’ll do whatever he wants, but then two familiar voices fill the space on the other side of the door and I freeze, pulling back an inch to look at Xander. They probably don’t realize anyone’s in here because the lock is disengaged, but all it would take is for one of them to lean over and spot two sets of feet beneath the door.

  “How long do think it’ll be before he gives up on her?” Penelope asks, making Sienna laugh.

  “Why, because you want him all for yourself?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Yeah, well, maybe she’ll move on with someone else and he’ll finally leave her alone.”

  “Move on with who?”

  “I don’t know,” Sienna mutters. “I know the new boy likes her, though. Maybe she’ll give in and date him.”

  Penelope snorts at that, loudly. “Don’t be an idiot, Si. JJ wouldn’t touch that freak with a ten foot pole. She’s too far up her own ass to mess around with a guy like that.”

  Xander smirks at me and I smirk back, taking the hand between my legs to move it down to my pussy. He slides two fingers inside me and I tighten my grip on his hair, pulling him in to encourage him to kiss me again.

  “You love this, don’t you?” he whispers, so quiet I can barely hear him. “Me getting you off when you know we could get caught any second now. It makes you wild.”

  I nod and he drags my bottom lip out between his teeth, simultaneously rubbing my clit with his palm to set me off. The girls continue to talk shit about us but I don’t care, I’m too focused on him and the way he plays my body like a song. He squeezes my outer thigh with his free hand and quickens his pace, shoving his tongue into my mouth while he pushes me over the edge. My orgasm hits me hard and I dig my nails into the back of his neck, shamelessly riding his hand to get it to last as long as possible.

  “..and– wait, what was that?”

  Sienna’s question startles me and I cling to Xander with my heart in my throat, careful not to make a sound while my pussy throbs with the aftershocks.

  “Bitch, you’re hearing things,” Penelope decides, followed by the sound of their heels tapping along the floor with their exit.

  I let out a long breath of relief and lean back against the wall, reaching down to run my hand over his cock through his pants. It jerks beneath my touch and I pull his zipper down, crouching down in front of him to rest my ass on my thousand dollar stilettos. He curses and I take his dick out of his boxers, swallowing him down in one quick move to get it wet with my saliva. His forehead hits the wall above me and I open my mouth, working the base in my hand while I slide my tongue over the tip. He looks down at me and I lick the underside, proud of myself when a strangled out groan escapes his throat.

  “God fucking damn, baby,” he whispers, wrapping my hair around his fist to pull my head back a little further. “I can’t fucking stand the way you look right now.”

  I grin and his cock pulses in my hand, his hot release shooting out across my tongue and down to the back of my throat. I swallow it all and suck him dry, laughing lightly when he jerks and pulls away from me. He helps me up to my feet and kisses the shit out of me, seemingly unbothered by the taste of his own cum.

  “Give me your number,” he pleads, breathing hard against my lips. “Don’t say no.”

  I nod and he takes his phone out to pass it to me, kissing my collarbone while I hold it behind his head to do as I’m told. “Why didn’t you just get it from Travis?”

  “Because that’s cheating,” he teases, licking his way up to my earlobe to bite it.

  I moan and wrap my hands around his neck to enjoy the attention, but then the first bell rings and I jump, pulling away from him to lift my hand up to my throat.

  “I didn’t give you a hickey,” he assures me, somehow reading my mind without having to ask.

  “Thank you.”

  He hides a grin and I roll my eyes, passing his phone back while I move around him to unlock the door. I walk out of the stall and check myself in the mirror above the counter, thankful my hair and make up still looks half decent despite what just happened. I quickly fix my lip gloss and throw my things back into my purse, side eyeing his reflection while he leans back against the doorframe behind me with his hands shoved into his pockets.

  How he can act so calm when I’m damn near shaking right now is beyond me, but I don’t call him out on it.

  “Wait thirty seconds and then follow me.”

  “Whatever you say, princess.”

  I resist flipping him off and walk out into the hall, rushing back to my locker to grab the books I need. I get to my next class with less than a minute to spare and take my designated
seat, more self conscious than ever over that imaginary sign on my back. Kian raises a brow at me but I pretend not to notice, determined to act casual while I flip to a clean page in my notebook to write the date at the top.

  “Where have you been?”

  “I had to run out to my car.”

  He makes a noise that suggests he doesn’t believe me and I tighten my grip on my pen, looking up from beneath my lashes when I spot Xander walking through the door. He winks at me and drops down at his desk beside Travis, lazily leaning back in his seat with his long legs spread out wide. I shake my head at him and face forward again, cringing to myself when I hear my phone buzzing in my purse. I don’t think the teacher heard it, though, so I lean over to grab it and hide it beneath the table to check the message on the screen.

  Unknown: I want you bent over the hood of my car with your skirt flipped up over your ass.

  My mouth parts and I dip my head, unable to stop the stupid smile spreading across my face. A minute passes and I consider ignoring him, but then I find myself saving his number and texting him back.

  Jordyn: When?

  Xander: I’ll pick you up at four.

  Xander: Ditch the thong, too.

  I look up at that, chewing my lip when I catch him staring at me from the other side of the room. I shake my head no and he smirks to himself, discreetly looking between me and his phone while he types away on it.

  Xander: I dare you.

  Of course he does.

  17

  Xander

  “Where are you taking me?” she asks, still clinging to the door handle like her life depends on it, but at least she doesn’t look as pissed at me this time.

  “I don’t know yet.”

  Her brows dip but she keeps her mouth shut, using her free hand to sip the iced coffee I gave her when I picked her up just now. At first I thought she’d tell me she doesn’t drink that shit, but she took it with a smile and downed more than half of it before I hit the highway.