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Her back had arched of its own volition, trying to escape the burning sensation of the metal on her skin. It was causing her breasts to press hard against his chest, and she wondered if that feeling didn't burn through her twice as much.
He continued when she finally stopped struggling against him, "Bianca is nothing to me. Not a girlfriend. Honestly, not even someone I care to be in the same room with."
Sadie finally lifted her eyes to his.
"But she said -"
"I know what she said, Sweets. I just fired her. Did I sleep with her? Yes. Was it terrible? Yes. I couldn't wait to kick her out afterward," he admitted, and Sadie felt herself laugh at that. The movement of her mirth caused her chest to brush against his even more, and she let out a sudden moan at the sensation.
Jagger felt her hardened nipples through both of their shirts, the feeling spiking his arousal instantly, and her moan was his breaking point. Without thinking, he pressed his face into her neck and inhaled her scent, his fingers releasing her wrists before running along her forearms and settling on her hips. Sadie whimpered quietly and took that moment to grip his biceps, feeling their strength beneath her fingertips even through the leather of his jacket.
Feeling his hot breath against her neck, she knew in her soul that the goosebumps covering her body were from him and not from the cold.
Jagger's tongue swiped along the pulse in her throat, and she cried out, clutching at the sleeves of his jacket. Her pussy was throbbing against his jean-wrapped thigh that was now pressing between her legs to balance them both. Neither knew what the hell had come over them, but they were melting despite the frigid contents of their frozen little world. Jagger took his time kissing up the length of her neck and nibbling at her jawline before his large hand moved to grasp her throat, his silver rings biting into the flesh and tilting her face toward him. The sound she made in response shook his resolve even further, and when she stared up at him and parted her lips, he was done for. Boyfriend be damned.
"Sadie! Jag! Where are you guys?!" they vaguely heard through the door.
Jagger stepped backward, putting a good three feet between them, and stared at her flushed face. Her lips quivered as she panted, little clouds forming from the cold as the hot breath escaped her mouth.
Camille swung open the freezer door and remarked, "What the hell are you guys doing in here? Trying to freeze to death?!"
They still hadn't taken their eyes off one another, and Sadie and Jagger both had the same thought run through their minds—they were burning.
"We got everyone cleared out, and Bianca is long gone," she informed them as she held the door open wide in a gesture for them to step out, shivering a bit from the rush of cold blowing towards her. "Come on, Sadie. I'll drive you home. You had a rough night."
Sadie was the first to look away, smiling at Camille and leaving the freezer. "Thanks," she said as she passed by.
Jagger's expression was far less friendly, giving Camille a frustrated glare. Camille had been one of his closest friends since they were children, and she had lived this gang life for just as long as he had. There were a few occasions when their fathers tried to set them up, but Jagger had always known Camille had a thirst for vodka, Sour Patch Kids, and, well... women.
"What?!" Camille asked incredulously, her pink hair falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head to shake out the messy bun from before.
"Nothing," Jagger said, leaving the freezer and going up to his apartment.
Camille stood staring at the cooler momentarily before her brain caught up with the situation unfolding around her.
"Oh," she said to herself, nervously running her hand through her hair. "Oh. I get it now."
CHAPTER SIX
Sadie was grateful to be back at her apartment tonight. With a quick text to Travis to let him know she was home from work safe, she allowed herself to finally breathe. She stripped out of her work clothes, leaving her in the sporty underwear she wore that morning at the bar when she was on the pole. Her room had always been comforting with its lavender walls and black furniture. Feminine yet still a touch of darkness like the kind she so often longed to give herself over to.
Collapsing onto the plush white comforter on her bed, Sadie found herself frustrated beyond belief. The aching between her legs continued to grow with no relief in sight, and she couldn't help but think of how the night had taken a turn. She thought of Jagger and how his calloused hand felt on her throat and how hot his mouth was on her skin.
The muffled scream she tried to drown in her pillow still bounced off the walls around her.
Sadie raised her phone to her face and anxiously scrolled through her apps, looking for her target. She clicked on it, searched for the message section, and bit her lip.
The green dot icon next toRebelsWearLeathermeant he was online.
She clutched her phone nervously before making the decision to message him. She was not about to message Jagger after tonight had left her in a puddle of mixed emotions and pent-up sexual angst.
But this guy might be her ticket to a safe fantasy.
She could pretend he was Jagger for a night to help get her off, right?
BookwormBarbie:
Have you ever masturbated with a stranger before?
