“If you do anything to hurt the new boy,” I say quietly, leaning up to speak in his ear. “I might not like that.”
Anger radiates from him in waves but I ignore it, casually taking my drink from the island while I move around him to walk away. As soon as I step outside, my anxiety peaks and I run a hand over my throat, nervously pacing back and forth alongside the giant heated pool in the back yard.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately, but I do know it’s got everything to do with Xander Reid and the way he makes me feel when I’m with him.
I’ve never felt more trapped in this bullshit life since discovering what a little freedom tastes like.
I want more.
I want Washington.
I want him.
The thought hits me like a slap to the face and I stop walking, looking down when my phone buzzes in my hand with another text from him.
Xander: You okay, princess?
I chew my lip and look over my shoulder, smiling a little bit when I see him leaning back against the wall next to the back door. I want to go to him and tell him no, I’m not okay, I’m a spoiled little rich girl who doesn’t want the life she’s been handed on a silver platter, but we’re not the only ones out here, so I decide to keep my distance and text him back instead.
Jordyn: I’m bored.
Kind of a half truth, but luckily for me, he doesn’t feel like calling me out on it.
Xander: Bored, huh?
Xander: Wanna smoke?
A rare laugh bubbles out of me and I glance up at him, completely unprepared for the stupid ass look on his face. He’s staring at me like my goofy laugh is the best thing he’s ever seen, and I won’t deny it feels pretty damn good to be looked at like that.
He tilts his head and takes a slow step back, side eyeing me while he walks back inside and makes his way through the house. The thought of not going with him doesn’t even occur to me, so I move my feet and follow him to the front door, quickly checking to make sure no one’s looking before I slip outside. As soon as my heels hit the porch, he locks an arm around my waist from behind and I squeal, giggling like a dumbass while he carries me down to his car parked on the driveway. He hides us behind it and sets me down on my feet, turning me around to back me up against the passenger side.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he says back, dipping his head to take my mouth with a kiss that steals my soul.
“I thought you wanted to smoke,” I manage to say, but I still find myself wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him in closer.
“I changed my mind,” he tells me, sliding his hands over my sides and down to my ass, curling his fingers beneath the hem of my dress. “Is this for me?”
“Maybe,” I tease, grinning over his lips when I feel his hard cock poking me in my stomach. “Is that for me?”
“All for you, baby,” he rasps. “Come with me.”
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“What? Why?”
“Because if I stay here, your future mayor’s gonna lose a tooth and I’ll be spending the night in a jail cell.”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” he mocks my tone, stepping back to open the passenger side door for me. “Are you coming?”
“I..” I hesitate, my brows dipping while I look from him to the seat and back again. “I should go back inside.”
He laughs lightly at that, casually resting his forearms on the top of the doorframe. “Get in the car, Jordyn.”
I take a breath and look at the party over my shoulder, then I do exactly what he knew I’d do.
I get in the car.
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“Xan, wait,” I whisper, clinging to his neck while he carries me through the door of our principal’s pool house. “Are you sure she won’t come out here?”
He nods and trips over something on his way to the couch, cursing the pointless fucking step while he sets me down on my back. He lies down between my legs and runs his hands over my breasts, groaning over my mouth when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra.
“Bad girl,” he rasps, pulling my dress down to tease my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I arch my back out for him and he gives me what I want, slowly kissing his way from my mouth to my neck and then down to my chest. He licks me all over and I whimper, enjoying the way his piercing feels against my overheated skin. I run my fingers through his hair and he sucks on my nipple, watching me for my reaction while he slides his hand over my inner thigh.
“You want me to lick it?” he asks, pulling my thong to the side to touch my pussy with his knuckle.
I nod and he pushes my dress up over my ass, kissing every inch of bare skin he can find on his way down to the spot between my thighs. He finally gets there and I tighten my grip on his hair, moaning when his tongue bar slides over my clit in a way that drives me wild. I lift my ass up and he squeezes my hips, pushing me down to keep me pinned to the couch.
“You don’t even need my fingers, do you, baby?” he asks, somehow knowing I’m on the edge without me having to tell him. “You gonna come on my tongue?”
I nod again and he quickens his pace, sucking on my clit every few seconds before he goes right back to licking me. My legs shake and I tip my head back on my shoulders, shamelessly holding his face down on my pussy while I fall apart for him. I trap his head between my legs and he eases me through it, slowly licking his way down to my inner thighs to kiss me there.
“So fucking hot,” he praises, pushing my dress up a little further to expose my ribs.
My limbs feel like jello but I manage to pull it off over my head, lying back to enjoy the way he worships my body like it was made for him. He takes his time and I begin to squirm beneath him, moaning loudly when he sucks on the sensitive flesh beneath my hip bone.
“Goddamnit. Xan,” I plead, snatching his jaw to pull his mouth back up to mine.
“What is it, princess?” he asks, his tone laced with mock concern. “You need my cock already?”
“You’re such an asshole,” I inform him, reaching down between us to pop the button on his jeans.
He smirks and pulls his dick out, holding my eyes while he slides the tip over my clit. He lifts his hips up and pushes his way inside me, moaning when I purposely tighten my walls around him.
God, that sound.
I do it again and he growls like a madman, linking our fingers together to pin my hands to the couch above my head. He smashes his mouth on mine and I bite his lips, roughly digging my nails into his knuckles to set him off. It works and he fucks me hard and deep, his cock piercing rubbing me just where I need it on every grind of his hips. It feels fucking amazing, his hard body pressed right up against mine while he takes me like he owns me. He’s still fully clothed and I’m wearing nothing but my thong, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against my ass turning me on more than I ever thought possible.
“Fuck, Xan, I’m gonna come,” I rush out, wiggling my hands from his grip to wrap them around his neck.
He pulls my head back by my hair and sucks on my tongue, pushing my legs out even further to get the angle he wants. My eyes roll back in my head and I come hard, shaking like a leaf beneath him while he rolls his hips into me. He stills on one final hit and drops his face to the crook of my neck, breathing hard against my flesh while his cum spills out inside me. My legs fall apart either side of him and I run my nails over his scalp, staring at the ceiling above us while I wait for my heart to slow down.
And I really need it to slow the hell down.
I’m fully aware this is just sex – a way for him to blow off steam or whatever it is fuck boys do in their spare time – but I’m still struggling to ignore that little kick in my chest that tells me this could be something more.
There is no more, you stupid girl.
I sigh on the inside and he kisses my collarbone, pulling back a bit to pull his t–shirt over his head. He cleans the cum from between my legs and I lean over to gr
ab my dress from the floor, frowning when he takes it from my hand and walks away with it.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you a shirt to wear,” he tells me, grabbing yet another black one from his closet to pass it to me.
I stare at him in confusion and he winks, casually moving for the kitchen to grab something from the cabinet next to the sink.
“You want some popcorn?” he calls, popping the button on the microwave to toss a brown paper bag inside.
“Popcorn.”
“Popcorn,” he repeats. “It’s that white stuff they sell at the concession stand in movie thea–”
“Xan.”
He smirks to himself and I shake my head at him, anxiously chewing my lip while I drop my eyes to the shirt in my hand. He’s still got my dress and I.. have absolutely no clue what to do with myself. Not wanting to continue standing here like a naked dumbass, I pull his shirt on over my head and step around the couch to go to him, jumping a fucking mile when I find a giant animal sitting at his feet with its paw on Xan’s thigh.
“Jesus, what is that?!” I screech, quickly hopping up onto the coffee table like that’ll protect me from it.
“That is my dog,” he says simply, tossing it a couple treats from the little glass jar on the counter.
He has a dog?
“That’s not a dog,” I inform him. “That’s a bear.”
“He’s not a bear,” he defends, grinning down at him while he scratches his forehead. “He’s cute as fuck.”
“If you say so,” I mutter, although he is kind of cute if you can ignore the nasty looking teeth and the paws as big as my fists. “What’s his name?”
“Bear.”
I blink at that, scrunching my nose when I catch the amusement on his face. “You’re not funny.”
He laughs at me and I look at the dog, jumping again when he steps forward like he’s about to come by me. I move away and he barks at me, the fucker, opening his big ass mouth with a whine that has me squealing.
“What the fuck is his problem?!”
“You’re freaking him out.”
“I’m freaking him out?”
“He can sense your fear and he doesn’t like it,” he explains, taking my hand to guide me off the coffee table. “Sit your ass down and relax. He’s the laziest dog on the planet. He won’t hurt you, I promise.”
I huff out a breath and force myself to do as I’m told, narrowing my eyes at Bear when he sits down in front of the couch and cocks his head at me.
“Boy could swallow me whole and he knows it,” I mutter.
Xan snorts and passes me the remote for the TV, going back to the kitchen to grab the popcorn while I lean back to choose something to watch.
“Are we really gonna sit here and watch a movie together?” I ask, crossing my legs to rest my forearms on my thighs. “With your dog?”
“You got something better in mind?”
“Well, no, but.. don’t you want me to leav–”
He appears on my left and I look up at him, shutting my mouth when he holds out what looks like a mug of hot chocolate with a shit load of whipped cream and mini marshmallows on top. Suspicion makes me pause and I pull my brows in, looking from him to the pile of snacks on the coffee table and then back to him again.
“Are you trying to make me fat?”
He stares at me for a solid five seconds, and then the asshole bursts out laughing. “Baby, no,” he stresses, setting the drinks down on the coffee table to level with me. “Why would you ask me that?”
“I..” I shrug halfheartedly, lowering my voice with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. “I can’t eat that stuff, Xan.”
“Cant or you’re not allowed?”
“Does it matter?”
“It matters to me.”
“Why?”
He sighs and sits down in the corner beside me, gently pulling my legs over his lap while he wraps his arm around my waist. “I won’t force you to eat anything you don’t want,” he says quietly, dipping his head to speak in my ear. “And no, I don’t want you to leave. I’d keep you here every night if you’d let me.”
I pinch my lips together and take the remote from the couch beside me, busying myself searching Netflix to hide the stupid emotion creeping up to the surface. I choose The Conjuring and he raises a brow at me, tilting his head at Bear to motion for him to hop up onto the couch beside us. He rests his chin on Xan’s thigh and I hold my breath, silently waiting for him to rip my leg off with his teeth, but he doesn’t do that. Instead he yawns and falls asleep almost immediately, seemingly enjoying the way Xan thumbs the spot between his eyes.
“You like horror movies?” he asks, leaning over me to grab the bowl of popcorn from the table.
I nod, hesitating a second before I decide to tell him something I’ve never told anyone. “I like anything with blood or sex. Or both. Same goes for books.”
“Books.”
“Books,” I repeat. “They’re those chunky things you can get at libraries. Kinda like movies but on paper.”
“Fuckin’ smartass,” he chuckles, lightly jabbing his finger into my ribs.
I snort and sip my hot chocolate, resisting the urge to moan because damn, this tastes good. The movie starts to play and I rest my head on his shoulder, making sure to keep my hands away from Bear just in case he changes his mind and decides to eat me. Xander tightens his arm around my waist and I tease his abs with my fingertips, enjoying the shudder running through his body. At first I think it’s because of me, but then he mutters a curse and I look up at him, rolling my lips when I catch him hiding his eyes behind my head.
“Are you scared?”
“Nope.”
I laugh at him and finish my drink, reaching up to run my nails through the hair at the back of his neck.
He’s totally scared.
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Jordyn
He slides his hand over my ribs and I shift on his bed, pushing my ass back into his lap to make myself comfortable. I’m still wearing his t–shirt and he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, his hard cock pressed up against my pussy through the fabric of my thong.
“Are you awake yet?” he whispers, dipping his head to kiss the crook of my neck.
“No,” I whisper back, making him laugh.
I crack my eyes open and he moves his mouth up to the shell of my ear, lightly dragging it out with his teeth. I moan happily and he moves his hand down to my inner thigh, slowly lifting it up over his lap. Just when I think he’s about to get me off with his fingers, the dog barks from somewhere and Xan groans in my ear, reluctantly sliding out of bed to open the pool house door for him.
“Go on, you little cockblock.”
Bear drags his feet while he goes outside and I chuckle, stretching my arms up over my head to fold them behind the pillow. Xan leaves him to it and walks over to me, sleepily running a hand through his purple hair in a way that makes him look messy and bad and so fucking hot it hurts to look at him. He raises a cocky ass brow and I tense, inwardly preparing myself for him to ask me to leave, but he doesn’t do that.
“Can I take you to breakfast after I walk Bear?” he asks, leaning over me to lie down between my legs.
“I..” I frown, quickly shaking my head to clear it. “I promised Kian I’d go out with him this morning considering I ditched him last night, remember?”
He pouts and kisses my lips, sliding off of me to walk over to the kitchen. “Coffee, then?”
I hesitate but nod, shamelessly watching his body while he grabs a couple mugs from the cupboard overhead. He leaves the coffee maker to do its thing and then heads to the bathroom, smirking to himself when he catches my eyes following his every move.
“You’re hot, too, princess.”
Goddamnit.
I bite my lip and sit up on his bed, sucking in a breath when Bear jumps up to sit next to me. He rests his chin on my lap the same way he did with Xan last night and I freeze, unsure what to do with my hands. I’m
still terrified of him, but I don’t miss the way he’s barely moved in the twelve hours I’ve known him.
“You really are a lazy little shit, huh?” I mutter, slowly moving my hand up to touch his head with one finger.
He closes his eyes and I get a little braver, gently scratching the spot behind his ear. He falls asleep on me and I grin, leaning back against the headboard to take a look around. Xan keeps this place clean but a little messy, a few bits of clothing thrown here and there and his school books hanging around all over the place. I spot the picture on his nightstand and lean over to get a closer look, pulling my brows in when I realize he’s got his arm wrapped around Niko Reid’s neck. At first I think it’s a little weird that he keeps a framed picture of him and a famous musician on his nightstand right next to his bed, but then I catch the resemblance between the two and my jaw hits the floor.
Is that his brother?
Alec Reid and Isla Montgomery’s son?
That’s.. not possible, surely, but Xan’s last name is..
Just then, the bathroom door opens and he walks out, grinning like a kid in a candy shop when he finds me and his dog cuddled up in bed together. He goes back to the kitchen to finish the coffee and I stare at the side of his face, gently climbing out from beneath Bear to ensure I don’t wake him.
“Hey, Xan?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Did you ever watch that nineties movie with the priest and the call gir–”
He drops his spoon down on the island and I slap my hands over my mouth, desperately trying not to laugh when I catch the look on his face. He looks surprised and annoyed and amused all at once, his head cocked to the left while he leans back against the kitchen side.
“You think you’re funny?”
“No,” I lie, the words muffled by my hands.
He shakes his head at me and slides me my coffee, eyeing me from beneath his lashes while he grabs his spoon to stir his own. “How did you find out?”
“Your brother was Niko freaking Reid,” I inform him, pointing to the picture on his nightstand with a low key fangirl groan. “I love him so much, Xan.”
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