Page 44 of Blood Sport

Jealousy?

Whatever it is, it’s making me act like an idiot.

I shift on my feet as we continue to stare at each other. The blonde woman is still standing beside Jaylen, her eyes laser-focused on me, her chest heaving with annoyance. But I couldn’t care less about her. If she were smart, she would listen to him.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” she scoffs, leaning down to collect her shirt, the material almost see-through it is that thin. “You told me we could—”

“Get the fuck out,” Jaylen repeats, not looking at her but at me. “I won’t repeat myself.”

The woman huffs as she slips the shirt over her head, finally covering her bare skin, and collects her heels by the foot of the bed before storming out of the room, mumbling something incoherent under her breath.

To be fair, I would be pissed too if I were her, knowing she was about to suck the captain of the soccer team’s—and arguably most popular guy on campus—cock but was interrupted.

Speaking of which… I glance down to see Jaylen sporting a massive hard-on, but with the way he’s looking at me, his eyes full of mischief, I don’t think he gives a fuck if I notice it or not.

I blush, realizing now that I may have overreacted coming up here after them when I had no right to. There is nothing going on between me and Jaylen, so why did my body feel the need to interfere in their plans? I don’t know, but my mind is a cluster fuck of confusion and alcohol-induced haziness, so I’m not thinking straight.

“I, uh,” I start, clearing my throat. “I’m sorry I barged in like that.”

Jaylen tilts his head to the side, his icy eyes still focused on me. “It’s fine. I’m more than happy to stop whatever I’m doing to talk with you since that’s why you’re here, or are you here for another reason?”

The playful tone in his voice tells me he knows my true intentions and why I’m here.

Shit.

“I, um… I just—”

My words die in my throat when Jaylen leans forward and stands to his full height. I watch intently as he walks across the room, standing directly in front of me, peering through the curls falling over his eyes. I close my eyes as his scent of sandalwood washes over me like a fucking tsunami.

“Were you jealous, little angel?” he asks, lowering his head to meet my eyes. “I can smell it all over you.”

I swallow hard. Shit, I forgot about his super senses. It would make sense why he didn’t seem surprised to see me when I barged into the room.

“You knew I was coming,” I state as if he didn’t already know that, ignoring his question.

“Yes.” He smiles wide. “And I also knew you would be here tonight.”

My eyes widen. “How did you—”

“I have my ways,” he cuts me off, leaning back to stand to his full height, looking down at me. “I wanted to get you alone, and this was the only way I knew how.”

My mouth falls open at his words. This whole thing was a setup. He fucking set me up.

“So that girl…” I trail off, unable to finish the sentence as shock continues to course through my veins.

“Was part of the plan,” Jaylen supplies, that shit-eating grin still spread across his face. “And I caught you hook, line, and sinker. Just like I knew I would because you can’t resist me, can you?”

I want to be mad at him for tricking me like this, making a fool out of myself. I want to slap him across the face and call him an asshole for what he did. But I don’t do either of those things.

Instead, I channel all the pent-up energy in my chest and do the only thing I know will help release it. I wrap my arms around Jaylen’s neck and pull him down to meet my eager lips, kissing him deeply.

When our lips touch, it’s like a fire ignites between us, despite the coolness of his skin. I barely register when Jaylen leans into the kiss, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me flush against his chest. His skin is cool, but the muscles there are just as hard as they look.

Jaylen’s tongue pushes against my lips, begging for entrance. I would be an idiot not to grant it. When our tongues slide across the other, a feverish moan escapes my mouth as my body burns with the power of lust and desire. My mind grows foggy as I grip him tightly, afraid of what’ll happen if I let go.

“Fuck, Evie,” Jaylen groans against my lips as his fingers dig into the skin around my hips. He pulls away long enough to look down at me, his icy eyes now a solid red. “Who said you could wear that dress?”

I’m breathless as I stare up at him, unable to form any words.

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