Page 21 of Surge

Chapter Six

Jax

I want her.

Ever since she looked up at me with her emerald green eyes and uttered excuse me she was all I could think about.

My task had been simple; distract her long enough for Blake and Morgan to get into her dorm room that night and leave a very clear message. A message that was meant to get back to her father. She hadn't even connected that dead fish insinuated swimming with the fish in death.

Instead of going to plan, my lips had found hers and my fingers ached to feel the heat between her legs. There was something about her that drew me to her and I wanted to make her mine, but she'd stopped me. No one ever stopped me.

I leaned on the railing at the edge of our cliff and looked out at the glistening ocean in the moonlight. I shut my eyes and imagined slicing through the water at top speeds and swimming alongside my aquatic friends. It had only been three days since I'd been in the ocean, but my skin itched for a swim and my heart ached for the companionship of the other creatures that called the ocean home.

"Are the police taken care of?" Blake interrupted my fantasy and I turned toward him, leaning my forearms back against the railing.

Morgan stood shoulder to shoulder with Blake, both of their eyes shooting daggers at me. I'd fucked up again.

I should have dived right off the cliff to avoid the conversation that I'd already had with myself. I was supposed to run point on this assignment and had fucked up several times already. I couldn't help that my lips craved the taste of hers or that my broken heart muddled my thoughts.

I had one job. Scout out her house and see where possible entry points were. There was an alarm, but it wasn't operational. A quick call to the alarm company that Blake’s father had investments in confirmed that.

"They bought it." I turned back to the ocean and felt them come to stand behind me. "I've got it under control."

All it had taken was ripping my shirt off and unbuttoning my pants to have the cops believe I had been fucking a girl. They wouldn't dare question me, not when our families were so deeply entrenched in their livelihood at the Salinity Cove Police Department.

"Do you?" Blake leaned on the railing and looked at me with concern in his eyes. I was tired of them looking at me like that. "Bro, you broke into her house."

My jaw ticked at his condescending tone and I didn't speak. It was true. I had let my emotions get the best of me. There was something about her that captivated me and refused to let go, even though she was the last person I should want.

I hadn't had the intention of entering her house or even making my presence known, but she had a pull over me I couldn't explain. Ever since I'd kissed those soft pink lips of hers, I'd wanted more.

When I had walked around the townhouse to the small backyard, I saw her through the sliding glass door at the front window, peering out. The front of the house had nowhere to hide a spare key, but the back had plenty. It was easy to find.

"Did you forget the other reason why we're doing this?" Morgan put his hand on my shoulder. "Maybe we're due for a trip to see your sister."

I shook my head and headed back toward the large sliding doors that spanned the entire living area of the house. I didn't want to think about my sister and didn't need to see her to remember why my father was so hell bent on finding Robert Kline and making him pay. "I'm going for a swim."

Riley claimed to not even know Robert, and while that might have been true, he was still her father. A father wouldn't just let his daughter suffer, would he? He'd come to save his little girl if we pushed her enough. My own father was certain of it.

"We need to tread carefully with this girl." Morgan shoved his hands in his pockets and followed me inside. "That includes keeping your lips off her."

"Wait a fucking second. You kissed her?" Blake was pissed. I was pissed at myself for having no self-control. "When?"

"At the yearbook retreat." I headed toward the elevator, but Blake stepped in front of me. "And Monday after class." Plus, I thought about it multiple times while jacking off and in my dreams. Oh, and anytime I saw her.

"I thought we agreed not to take things there. I mean, shit, she is cute as hell, but we can't... I mean, can we?" Blake put his hands on his hips and then a grin spread across his face. "Maybe we should take it there. I bet she's a virgin."

"We?" I clenched my fists and resisted the urge to punch him in the gut. We might have been close, but that didn't make them immune to getting the beat down if it needed to happen. "I'm not sharing her."

"Then stop fucking kissing her." Blake stepped out of the way. "We'll go see your sister. I'll put a call in for us."

"I don't need to see my sister."

"We're supposed to be proving we're ready." Morgan's reminder felt like a kick to my balls. "We need to keep our eyes on the prize."

I pressed the button and the elevator dinged open. They followed me inside and we stood in silence as it descended to sea level. We stepped out into the cave and started removing our clothes.

"She has a knife that looks an awful lot like a siren's." I had considered not telling them about it because I wasn't one-hundred percent sure it had been real. It couldn't have been real.

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