“So fucking sexy,” he repeats, pulling his dick out to slide the tip over my clit. “I wanna go again.”
“Already?”
He nods, pulling me in to press his lips to my ear. “You gonna let me fuck you up against the wall in your rich girl shower?”
“Fuck, yes.”
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Kian’s jaw drops to the floor when he sees me and Travis chokes on his beer, his eyes damn near bugging out of his head while he stares at me and my form. I’m wearing a black bralette with a pair of ripped jeans over some high waisted fishnet tights, my hair tied up into a straight, messy ponytail at the top of my head.
“Not for you, asshole,” Xan says from beside me, playfully shoving his cousin’s head away before he leans over to kiss my neck. “You want a drink?”
I nod and he winks at me, backing away to walk over to the bar set up on Kian’s kitchen island. The boys continue to stare and I chew the inside of my cheek, feeling a little self conscious when I realize they’re not the only ones looking at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“I, uh..” I trail off, awkwardly clearing my throat while I decide what to say to them. “Xan helped me get dressed, okay?”
“Yeah, we can see that,” Kian chuckles, taking my hands to pull me into him. “Baby, you look fine. I kinda hate you for it, though.”
“What? Why?”
“Because my fuck buddy looks like he wants your ass more than he wants mine,” he jokes, but I don’t miss the clear dig intended for the boy behind him.
“Ki,” Travis grits out, but Kian just flips him off and pulls me away, keeping hold of my hand while we make our way through the parted crowd.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing,” he says lamely, but I’m not buying it.
“Kian.”
“JJ,” he mocks my tone, rolling his eyes when he catches the look on my face. “What?”
“Sweetie, he’s more than just a fuck buddy.”
“Try telling him that,” he mutters. “He doesn’t want me for anything more than an easy la–”
“The fuck I don’t,” Travis cuts in, snatching his neck to pull his back to his chest.
Kian yelps and I run my thumb over my lips, doing my best to hide my laugh while Travis drags him away from me. They disappear around the corner and I move to go find Xan, sighing when I come face to face with my ex–boyfriend. I’ve gotten really good at avoiding him over the last few weeks, even more so since the night I talked to him on the phone while Xan made me come for him to hear it, but it seems my luck just ran out.
“What do you want?”
“What the fuck are you wearing?” he bites back, curling his lip in disgust while he moves his eyes from my face to my heels and back up again.
A bitter laugh leaves me and I cock my head at him, honest to god wondering what I ever saw in this narcissistic piece of shit. I was sure I was in love with him when we were kids, but lately I’ve been starting to wonder if that’s only because I’d have done anything to make my mother happy. She wanted me to love Noah so I did it, convinced myself that was what love felt like and rolled with it because I had to.
It wasn’t love, though, was it?
I get that now.
His nostrils flare like he knows it and he opens his mouth to say something else, but then Xan shoves his ass to the side and takes his place in front of me, casually handing me a margarita like the last three seconds didn’t happen. I raise a brow and he takes my hand in his, pulling me into him to speak over my lips.
“Mine.”
I hide a grin and he grins back, ignoring Noah completely while he leads me out towards the makeshift dance floor by the pool. I wrap my arm around his neck and lift my drink to my lips, enjoying the way he dances with me without a care in the world. He spins me around and I grin for real this time, but my mood soon changes when I catch Sienna staring at us from her spot in the kitchen. This isn’t the first time I’ve caught her looking and it probably won’t be the last, and even though I know Xan would probably never go there, I can’t deny the anxiety running through me at the thought of him cheating on me with her.
Or anyone.
“What’s on your mind, princess?” he asks me, gently tipping my chin up to pull my eyes back to his.
“Sienna wants to fuck you,” I say childishly, huffing out an annoyed breath when I catch the amusement on his face. “You think that’s funny?”
“I think you’re jealous,” he teases, dipping his head to drag my bottom lip out through his teeth. “And even though it makes my dick really fucking hard, you have no fucking reason to be. I want you, Jordyn James. Even when you’re not looking, you’re all I want.”
“Is that right?” I draw out, struggling to hide the way my heart skips all the damn beats. “And if I dared you to kiss another girl?”
“I’d lose the game,” he says simply, shrugging like he didn’t just lie to my face.
“No, you wouldn’t.”
“Dare me, then,” he challenges, wrapping both arms around my waist to rest his forehead on mine. “You wanna win, right? Dare me to go kiss someone else and I’ll fucking show you how much you mean to me.”
I blink at that, momentarily shocked into silence because fuck me, he’s serious.
He waits like he thinks I’ll do it but I shake my head, holding his eyes while I set my drink down on the pool table beside us. “Kiss me instead.”
“You sure?” he asks. “Right here in front of all your judgy little friends?”
I smirk and slide my hands up to his neck, pulling him down to run my fingers through his hair. “I dare you.”
He presses his lips to mine and I kiss him back, ignoring the whispers and the several pairs of eyes on us while I seek out his piercing with my tongue.
They don’t fucking get it and they probably never will, but I don’t care anymore.
I want him and I’m taking him, just like he taught me to.
“Xan,” I whisper, hesitating a second before I decide to tell him. “I think I’m falling for you.”
A light laugh leaves him and he smiles against my lips, still moving with me to the beat of the music. “Baby, I’ve already fallen.”
27
Xander
“I love your skin,” she tells me, gently running her nails over the ink on my forearms. “It’s so pretty.”
“Pretty?” I ask, amused by her and her inability to tolerate alcohol.
I’ve never seen her finish a single drink in the two months I’ve known her. She usually takes one sip of whatever she’s given and sets it down somewhere, but tonight she swallowed two margaritas and four purple jello shots one after the other. I cut her off about an hour ago once we got back to Travis’ house with him and Kian, but that hasn’t stopped her from stealing sips of my beer when she thinks I’m not looking.
I think my girl likes being tipsy.
“I look so bare next to you,” she goes on, sticking her lip out with a cute ass pout that makes me want to bite it.
She’s wearing nothing but a tiny little black thong, lying back on my chest with her ass on my dick and her legs spread out over mine, the bubbles from the hot tub effectively hiding her nipples from the two boys opposite. I’m not worried about Kian considering pussy’s not his thing, but I won’t hesitate to make my cousin’s nose bleed if I catch him looking at what’s mine. The asshole smirks like he knows it and I flip him off, ignoring his chuckle while I dip my head to kiss her neck. She moans quietly and I slide my hands over her stomach, enjoying the way her warm skin feels against mine beneath the water.
“Will you give me a tattoo?” she asks out of nowhere, tipping her head back on my shoulder to look at me.
I raise a brow at that, hiding a laugh when I catch the disgust slash horror on Travis’ face.
“Don’t even–”
“Fuck, yeah,” Kian says excitedly, earning himself a sideways glare from his boyfriend.
“You’re all idiots,” he infor
ms us, averting his eyes when Jordyn stands up and snatches my hand to take me with her. “For fuck’s sake, Xan, she’s drunk.”
“She’s not drunk,” I argue, grabbing a towel from the side to wrap it around her body. “She’s just happy.”
He sighs angrily and she grins, looking up at me with a heated stare that makes me ache while she leads us back to the pool house. I set my beer down on the nightstand and lie her down on my bed, leaving her there a minute while I grab the black case from the bottom of my closet. I take one of my shirts out and slide it on over her head, pulling it down to her thighs to ensure they can’t see her through the windows.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want a surprise,” she answers, lazily folding her arm beneath her head to bare her body for me.
I groan and adjust my dick in my boxers, sitting down beside her to run my thumb over the inner corner of her wrist beneath her little finger. “Right here, okay?”
She nods and I lean over her to kiss her lips, teasing her tongue with my piercing while I wait for her to change her mind. She doesn’t, though, so I pull back and snap my gloves on, watching her closely while I use a little rubbing alcohol to clean her up.
“Will it hurt?” she asks, frowning at me when I take a razor to run it over her skin.
“A little bit, yeah, but it won’t take long.”
“What are you doing?”
“Shaving you,” I say simply, laughing lightly when she scrunches her nose in confusion. “Relax, princess, it’s just a couple baby hairs.”
She sinks back into the pillows and I busy myself getting ready, pausing to look up at her with the needle hovering over her pure, untouched flesh. She nods eagerly and I get to work, enjoying the consistent buzz of the gun in my ears while I mark her with my ink.
“Ow, you fucker!” she bites out, digging her black nails into her palm while she struggles to keep still. “That hurts more than a little bit, Xan. Jesus, fuck.”
I chuckle and wipe the blood away, gently running my thumb over the four half moon shaped indents on the inside of her hand. “You want me to stop?”
She winces but shakes her head, taking a long breath to ready herself. “No, it’s okay. Keep going.”
I smile to myself and dip my head to do as I’m told, holding her wrist steady with my free hand while I do the only thing I’m good at. She winces again when I get to the shading and covers her face with her forearm, her toes curling into the mattress beside me. Other than that, though, she doesn’t make a sound, which is pretty damn impressive considering this is one of the most painful places to get a tattoo.
“Good girl,” I praise, wiping it down again before I finish the last part. “Okay, baby, you’re done.”
She releases the breath she’s been holding and lifts her head to look at it, biting down on her bottom lip to hide that sexy little grin on her face. I’ll give her something bigger when she’s sober if that’s what she really wants, but for now I’ve kept it small and simple – a blacked out, faceless version of the purple devil emoji.
“You like it?”
She nods and sits up to take my face in her hands, moving towards me on her knees to pull my mouth up to hers. “How good are you at tattooing yourself?”
I smirk at that, squeezing her bare ass to pull her into me. She sits down on the edge of the bed beside me and I switch my needle out for a clean one, quickly prepping my skin the same way I did hers just now. I start on my outline and hold her wrist out next to mine, bouncing my eyes between the two to ensure they match in size. As soon as I get done with it, she grins like a kid in a candy shop and grabs her camera from her purse, linking our little fingers together while she snaps a picture of them side by side.
“Are you gonna hate me for this in the morning?” I ask, tipping her chin up to search her eyes.
“Maybe a little bit,” she teases, gently pulling on my lips with her teeth. “Can I have some more beer now?”
I laugh and snatch her waist to lie her down across my lap, taking my drink from the nightstand to pass it to her. “You can have whatever the fuck you want, baby girl.”
28
Jordyn
I wake up the next morning with a headache from hell and a wrap on my left wrist, my eyelids sticking together while I lift my head to look around.
“Xan?” I croak out, frowning to myself when I realize the light flooding through the windows is physically painful to look at.
I’m never drinking again.
His quiet laugh rings out from somewhere beside me and I look up, smiling like an idiot when I find him sitting down on the edge of the bed with a coffee in one hand and two white pills in the other. I take the pills without asking what they are and swallow them down, sitting up against the headboard to sip my coffee.
“Where did you go?”
“I had to feed Bear and take him out for a walk,” he explains, lying down on his front between my legs to rest his chin on my stomach.
“Already?” I ask, a little offended he didn’t ask me to go with him. “What time is it?”
“Almost ten thirty.”
“What? Why didn’t you wake me up yet?”
“I tried,” he chuckles. “You shoved my head away and said no, asshole, my fucking brain hurts.”
I roll my lips to hide a grin and he lifts my shirt up to my waist, dipping his head to kiss his way from my navel to my hip bone. My body feels like shit but I still revel in the attention, lazily running my fingers through his hair to keep him there.
“Travis and Kian are going for breakfast at Lucky’s in a minute,” he tells me. “You wanna go?”
I moan my agreement and lift my mug to my lips, turning my wrist over to show him the ink there. “Can I get this wet yet? I need to take a shower.”
“Yeah, just don’t put it directly under the water and try not to get too much soap on it.”
I nod and he takes the wrap off for me, standing up to toss it into the trash can beside the bed. I sulk like a child at the loss of his skin on mine and he smirks at me, leaning over to speak over my lips.
“Go get your body nice and wet for me and I’ll sneak inside and lick your pussy,” he whispers, taking the coffee from my hands to set it down on the nightstand.
My eyes darken with need and I force myself up to do as I’m told, laughing lightly when he snatches my waist from behind and follows me into the bathroom.
Despite what he just said, there is no sneaking.
The horny bastard stays on my ass all the way to the shower head.
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“How much do you like this hoodie?” I ask, falling back in my seat to gesture to said hoodie.
He frowns at that, bouncing his eyes between me and the road in confusion. “I don’t know. I mean, I like it a lot better on you than me. Why?”
“Because if you don’t stop driving like an asshole, I’m gonna throw up all over it,” I warn, scrubbing my hands over my face in an attempt to ease the sickness.
He laughs at me and pulls up next to Travis’ car outside the diner we’re meeting them at. I damn near fall out of the passenger side and he comes around to get me, still laughing while he takes my hand to lead me through the parking lot. It’s overflowing inside considering it’s lunch time on a Sunday, but I already know the boys’ll be sitting in our regular booth at the back just like they are every weekend. Xan opens the main door for me and I follow him in, gratefully taking the sunglasses he passes me to shove them on over my eyes.
“This is the worse feeling ever,” I mutter, leaning into his side with his arm wrapped around my neck.
“You’ll be fine once you get some food in you,” he assures me, sweetly kissing my temple while we make our way to the back of the line next to the counter. “You know what you want yet?”
“A big stack of pancakes and an iced coffee with–”
“A shit load of syrup,” he finishes for me, lifting my chin up to press his lips to mine. “Go sit down and I’ll bring your
coffee over when it’s done, okay?”
“Okay, boyfriend,” I say dryly, struggling to hide the smile on my face while I move to do as I’m told.
He smacks my ass and I let out a squeal, ignoring the looks thrown my way while I walk through the crowd towards the eight seater booth at the back of the diner. I find Travis and Kian sitting right where I knew they’d be, but my step falters when I spot Noah sitting across from them with Penelope and Sienna either side of him.
“..really just gonna sit here and ignore the fact that she’s like.. together with the new boy now?” Penelope asks, clearly not noticing me standing a few feet away.
“What’s wrong with that?” Kian shrugs, reaching over to steal a sip of Travis’ coffee.
“It’s weird,” she tells the group, scrunching her nose up in disgust. “He’s weird.”
“I think he’s hot,” Sienna adds helpfully, and I nod my head, casually shoving my hands into the pocket of Xan’s hoodie while I wait for one of them to notice me.
“That’s because you’re an idiot,” Penelope bites back, folding her arms across her chest while she leans back on Noah’s outstretched arm.
Sienna shrugs it off and takes her compact mirror out of her purse, quickly checking her hair and make up before she speaks again. “Isn’t it funny how Travis dared him to fuck her and she ended up falling for him? I mean, how gullible do you have to be?”
“The fuck are you talkin’ about, Si?” Travis frowns. “I didn’t dare him to do shit.”
“Yes, you did,” she argues, chuckling to herself at the memory. “I heard you two talking that night at her birthday party when he first got here.”
He sighs like he’s been caught and I pull my head back, swallowing the embarrassment creeping up my throat while I glance between them and Xan. Noah chooses that exact moment to look up and I force my features even, but of course I’m not fast enough. He cocks his head at me and I fist my hands inside my pocket, barely resisting the urge to smack that stupid grin off his face. Travis catches him looking at something over his shoulder and follows his line of sight, his face falling when he realizes I’m standing right beside him.
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