Page 39 of Fast Break
Jace walks with me to the student carpark at the end of Thursday classes. I’m a little antsy because I know JT will be waiting for me but I’m trying really hard not to show anything around the guys. I don’t want them to know about us. Not until I know how JT feels about everything.
We round the English block and suddenly JT is there in the distance, leaning up against my car and scrolling through his phone. My heart gives a little jolt.
“This is going to be the best researched science project in the history of science projects,” Jace mutters when he sees JT.
“Problem, Jace?” I reply a little testily. Jace has been relentless in his comments about JT lately and it’s getting on my nerves.
“No problem,” he replies. “Just, you seem to be spending a lot of time with him.”
“And?”
“And I don’t want to see you get hurt,” he says. “You and I both know guys like him don’t end up with guys like us.”
“Him being a straight guy or a jock?” I ask, not sure why I want to double check his meaning because one of those facts is certainly up for debate.
“Both.”
“Well, I appreciate your concern but we’re just going to work on our project.” I lie. It’s Thursday and that’s become our official lunch date and make out day. My favourite day of the week in other words.
“Whatever,” he shrugs as we near the parking lot. “Hey, um, you in for dinner tomorrow night? I was thinking Mare Bello’s.”
“You know I’ll never say no to Mare Bello’s,” I grin. It’s my favourite restaurant and the guys and I eat there quite a bit. Plus it’s Friday so JT will be busy with basketball.
“Cool. Seeya tomorrow then,” Jace says just as JT looks up from his phone. His eyes narrow slightly when he sees who I’m with but he doesn’t say anything as we approach.
“What time are we meeting tomorrow?” I ask before Jace walks away.
“Oh um, seven?”
“Sounds good.”
I unlock the car, saying nothing as I step right up into JT’s space. He’s leaning against the passenger door, amused eyes on me as I slide my hand between his perky ass and the door handle and pull it open.
“You could have just asked me to move,” he smirks.
“And miss the opportunity of getting handsy with you? I don’t think so.” He chuckles as I throw my backpack into the back seat and hold the door open for him. “After you.”
“Such a gentleman,” he quips as he slides into the front seat. Yeah, I have been a gentleman to JT and I deserve a fucking award for it. But even I have my limits, and I fear my restraints with him are about to burst a dam wall.
CHAPTER 15
quinn
It doesn’t take long before I have JT exactly where I want him, pressed back on my bed with my hand up his shirt and my tongue down his throat. He moans against my mouth and the sound just goes straight to where lust and desire are taking over my rational mind.
JT is feeling a little braver today too. His hand has taken a little wander underneath my shirt and it’s the first time I’ve had his hands on my flesh. I like it a lot. A whole hell of a lot.
I slide my hand higher, feeling out the contours of his pecs and tweaking his nipples between my fingers. He whimpers into my mouth and I feel myself smiling.
“You like that?”
“Yeah. Yes,” he breathes as I continue to tease his nipple. His breathy sounds have me almost out of my mind. I let my hand slide back down along the ridges of his abs and down over the contour of his hips. I don’t stop myself as I slide my hand onto his ass cheek, feeling his intake of breath as I feel him up. I am throbbing against my zipper and I know it’s only a matter of time before I combust.
I break the kiss from JT’s lips and let my mouth graze down his jawline. He’s all hard angles here and I love the feel of his soft afternoon stubble. He doesn’t have a lot of hair on him, and I like that about him but then again, I’m pretty sure I’d like him just as much in the reverse. It’s just him.
I bite and suck my way down to his neck, finding that little soft spot by his ear and clamping down on it. JT’s breathing is hard and erratic, and I love having him like this underneath me as I suck on his neck. I’m sure I’m going to leave a mark that might be hard for him to explain but I can’t stop myself. I also can’t stop my curious little hand from sliding back over his hip and along the edge of his waistband.
JT’s breaths are shallow as I let my hand dip just a little, then edge down, down, down over the swell in his grey school pants. JT pulls in a sharp breath but he doesn’t stop me as I palm him there, giving in to what we both need.
