Page 26 of Savage Scream

Bell’s dark eyes shoot to mine as she stares at me over Tillie’s shoulder, and a sinister smirk crosses her face before she throws her head back, laughing.

“Really fucking smooth, Crowley.” She cackles, stepping down from the steps before linking arms with Alister and steering him in the direction we just came from.

I glance up at Jared, who is busy shaking his head at Bell, while Tillie and Dale follow their friends before Simon and Shaun turn and leave as well.

Confused, I drop Jared’s hand and take my phone out, typing a message and holding up the screen.

‘What’s going on?’

Jared reads it but doesn’t respond as Marcus speaks to him.

“We’ll make sure no one comes back here.”

My heart sinks.

What?

“Thanks, man.” Jared fist bumps his mate and then Marcus retreats.

When Jared meets my eyes, I lift my brows and shake my phone again, reminding him to answer my question.

“We can have privacy here,” he states and I take a step away from him and mouth‘why?’

He studies me for a moment as I take another step back and he tries to hide a grin.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, Dee. I didn’t bring you back here to fuck you.”

When he doesn’t elaborate, I lift my hands in an ‘I don’t know’ shrug to help him understand that I’m still not sure why we are here.

“I want to kiss you.” He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back, my heels hitting the bottom step of the stoop that Tillie and Bell were sitting on before. “I want to touch you.” He steps forward again, so I take another one back, up the first step. “I want to get lost with you without an audience.”

Again he shifts closer, and I rise up another step.

His blue gaze drops to the steps I keep retreating back on, before his eyes dart to the far corner of the building where his friends’ voices float from, but who we can no longer see.

“We can just hang out, though.” His piercing eyes lock back with mine. “We only have a short time together before you leave. I fucking hate the idea of mundane things like school sucking time from us.”

Well shit. I hate the idea of that too.

I take another step up, and he frowns. That is, until I crook my finger at him. Then that frown morphs into a devilish grin as he slowly takes the steps, following me up.

My heart starts pounding like a damn drum in my chest as the anticipation of having his lips on mine again sets my blood on fire.

I don’t make it all the way up before Jared lurches forward, tugging me to his chest and claiming my lips. I open for him willingly, my arms wrapping around his neck as he lifts me, my legs latching around his waist. He carries me the rest of the way, and then my back meets the hard surface of the stadium’s exit doors as we slink into the small alcove.

“Fuck,” Jared hisses, dragging his lips from mine to look into my eyes. “Kissing you has to be my favourite thing to do.”

I grin at his honesty.

“I wanna know how you got yourself off earlier.” He rasps, and instantly my cheeks heat.

Jesus Christ, Dee. You can slit someone’s throat and get showered in their blood, yet you can’t handle a little flirting and some foreplay?

I consider that for a moment and realise if there’s one person I’ve ever wanted to share this stuff with, it’s Jared.

I push at his shoulders and squirm in his arms, showing him I want to be let down. He gets the hint, easing my legs down until my feet hit the concrete stoop below, and then he takes a step back. His eyes search mine with curiosity, and I suck in a calming breath as I will myself to follow through with this.

“What are we doing?” he asks with a cool smirk, and I let my grin show a little as I hold up my right hand, curl my pinky and thumb in until they touch, wiggling the other three fingers. Then I press them to the centre of my chest and start gliding them down over my school shirt until they reach my kilt, and then I press the tartan fabric in between my legs.

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