Page 68 of Fast Break
quinn
We end up at Insanity. JT is full of adrenaline and still riding a high from the win, which I assume is the reason why he’s not shying away from touching me. I’m not complaining at all but I’m pretty sure the way his arm is currently draped across my shoulders might not do much to quell the rumours springing up all over school about the two of us.
I let Mum take my car so she could drive Gran home after the game which means we can both have a drink tonight. I buy JT a blood orange gin and soda while I order myself a whiskey. I think nothing of this choice, but JT’s eyes darken as the bartender sets the highball glass down in front of me.
“You’re so classy, Quinn,” he murmurs. “I don’t know what you’re doing with a punk like me.”
“I keep you around cos you’re quality eye candy,” I inform him which has him grinning.
The team has managed to squeeze in around a couple of green velvet booths and JT drags me down with him. We’re packed in so tight that everyone is up close and personal, and nobody really notices that JT is basically sitting on my lap. I land one hand on his waist and cannot resist dipping a finger underneath his shirt which makes him shiver. He reaches over and takes a sip of my whiskey. I let him.
Later, JT ends up on the dance floor which I don’t exactly discourage. I like watching him out there, so free and uninhibited and so freaking gorgeous, even if I’m not the only one who notices. That’s just JT though. Effortlessly attractive.
Eventually I’m the only one left in the booth and I sip on my whiskey while I keep my eyes pinned on JT. I’m wearing his basketball medals, and I like the feel of them around my neck, like some kind of claim over me. I know I could join him out there, but I really like watching him, the way he has his head tipped up and body swaying to the beat. Trey is dancing beside him, up close and personal with a random girl he probably just met. Vince is there too, and he seems to have caught Chanel’s attention for the night as they dance together and something about that pleases me.
JT spins around, eyes searching until they land on me. He grins when he finds me watching him and I almost see the flicker of challenge dart through his eyes. He bites on his lower lip as he decides to put on a little dance show just for me. I know he thinks he’s being funny as he pulls out some cheesy stripper moves but my blood starts to rapidly pool, and I have to shift in my seat. He suddenly drops into a full body crump, hips and ass popping and I am not okay.
He must realise I am no longer laughing, or maybe he sees the undisguised heat in my eyes, because he suddenly stops moving, eyes clamping on mine. I palm myself and JT’s eyes zone right in there as people dance around him, but I see nobody but him.
He steps towards me, and I watch him come, not stopping until he’s suddenly straddling my thighs, one naughty hand squeezing between us to cup me. He’s so uninhibited tonight, almost like he doesn’t care if everyone knows we’re together.
“Take me home, Quinn,” he demands, eyes as dark as mine. I’m drunk on him, drunk with lust and heat and so much desire it’s going to be a miracle if I can actually get him out of here.
“On your feet then, baby,” I rasp, voice all gravelly and foreign in my ears. JT complies instantly and I grab his hand and haul him out of the club onto the street. We pile into a waiting taxi and I give the driver my address. I’m holding JT’s hand, his thigh pressed to mine and his eyes still watching me, but I don’t do anything. I just sit there and slowly combust in flames as the driver takes his merry time winding up the hills to my house.
Mum has gone for her shift and the house is dark as I pay the taxi fare and meet JT on the street. We haven’t said a word to each other since the club, but I grab onto his hand again and haul him to the front door.
I lose my grip the moment the door is closed behind us, pushing him up against the wall and plundering his mouth with mine. JT’s already whimpering, grinding against me as I kiss him the way I’ve wanted to do all night. I can’t get enough of him. It’s like he sprinkled some kind of lust magic all over me and he’s all I want, all I can think about.
I break the kiss, tracing my mouth along his jaw and down his neck to that spot that always has him whimpering.
“Quinn,” he breathes, his voice finally registering and breaking through the hold that lust has on me. I look at him, pouty lips all puffy and swollen from our kiss, eyes hooded and blown, hair mussed from my hands. Utterly fuckable.
“Do you want to come upstairs?” I ask, not sure why. It’s where we were always heading. JT just nods. I take hold of his hand, and we walk at a steadier pace up the stairs to my room. But it’s like a flick has been switched and the desire burning between us shifts into something else, something cooler but also somethingmore.
I step into my room and JT follows, big eyes destroying me as he watches my every move. We stop in front of the bed, and I am admittedly feeling overwhelmed, like the full force of my emotions for him have decided to come out and present themselves.
I cup his face, and he chases my touch. My thumb traces his cheekbone before dropping to his lips. He is so very beautiful and so full of trust as those green eyes stare back at me. I want to give him the world.
My hand snakes into his hair and I pick up where I left off downstairs, kissing along his neck and down to his collarbone. JT’s breathing picks up again. I love that I have this effect on him.
“Quinn,” he breathes. I look up at him, into those eyes that seem to hold every feeling in the world, and I know exactly what he’s going to say next. “I want to have sex with you.”
My heart responds with one resounding thud in my chest. “Yes,” I say.
His eyebrows lift and his mouth tugs up at the sides. “Really? I thought you’d be allslow down, JT,orno need to rush things, JT.”
“Yes, well, that was before I had to sit there in that club and watch you dance like a little sex nymph.”
“You liked that, huh?” he asks, giving me a coy grin I know is all an act.
“I think you know exactly what you do to me, JT,” I reply, nipping his lower lip.
“So? We going to do this then?”
“Yeah,” I say, running my hands up his arms. “Let’s get you naked.”
He grins at me as my hands drop to the hem of his shirt and I lift it over his head. My chest aches at the perfection waiting for me there as I run my palms over his abs, up to his pecs, feeling him the way I always want to do. He watches me silently. I need to catch my breath and settle my adrenaline before we go any further, so I run my hands up his shoulders and then down to feel his biceps, my favourite part of his body.
