Page 17 of Hate the Game
When Chopper announced that he was closing for the night I was shocked by how much time had passed. Normally I would’ve been in bed and mentally prepping for the day ahead, if I wasn’t already asleep. We were almost an hour from campus, with traffic, closing down a dive bar with a bunch of old people who’d all taken turns dancing with us. The night still felt young and when I looked down at Savannah, I knew I couldn’t just drive her back to campus and walk away. I needed…something. More of the kiss I’d started earlier in the night.
“I bagged you kids up something for later. Promise me you’ll come back, sweetheart. Billy is going to adore you.” Chopper handed me a couple bags, another thing that he’d never done before. When I pulled out my wallet he shook his head. “Nope. No, sir. It’s on the house tonight. Unless you don’t bring this sweet woman back. Then you’ll have to pay double.”
Savannah laughed and hugged the old man tight. “This was the best night I’ve had since I left Texas. Thank you so much. I’ll be back to meet Billy, I promise.”
Sandy stood at the door when we went to leave, her own smile stretched wider than I’d ever seen it. “I don’t know if it was watching you two dance or finally dancing himself but my old man is eager and waiting for me out back. I hope you two get as lucky as I’m about to.”
Savannah high-fived the older woman. “Get it!”
Once we were in the parking lot and the door was shut tight behind us we both laughed until there were tears in our eyes. All the while, though, I watched Savannah, waiting for the right moment. I had to kiss her again.
Nervousness climbed up my throat as we got closer and closer to my truck. The night was so close to ending and if I didn’t do something I’d miss my chance.
“This was-”
I dropped the food and grabbed Savannah’s arm to twist her into my chest. Shoving my hands in her sweaty hair, I slammed my mouth down on hers and walked her backwards until her back hit the side of my truck. If she was shocked, she recovered quickly because by the time her back hit the warm metal she had her arms around my neck and her leg curving around my hip.
I lost whatever sense of control I’d ever had and devoured her mouth. I tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss until I could stroke my tongue past her lips and explore her. She tasted like the strawberry milkshake she’d had earlier. Her tongue stroked mine while she dragged her hands through my hair, tugging at it until it stung.
Breaking every rule I had for myself I threw caution to the wind and rocked my hips into her hot core. Her dress had shifted and I could feel her wet heat scorching me through my jeans. Savannah let her head fall back on a moan and I kissed down her throat, sucking and biting her skin until she cried out. I locked one hand in her hair and used it to keep her head pinned to the truck so I could keep my mouth on her neck and chest as I gripped her thigh with my other hand and slid it up her leg and over her ass.
Her breathy little moans made me crazy. I wanted more. I gripped her full ass hard and bunched her panties in my fist, tugging them higher until she gasped and did her best to hump my leg. Before I ripped them off of her body and fucked her right there, I forced myself to let go of her ass and move my hand higher.
“Oh, god, Jax.” Savannah yanked my face up and kissed me hard. It was a desperate kiss, rough and messy. When she feltme cup her breast and squeeze she bit my lip until I tasted blood. I didn’t stop her. I had the strongest feeling that stopping her would fucking kill me. Even when she trailed that hot little mouth down my jaw and sank her teeth into my neck, I just rocked my hips into hers harder, until I was nearly slamming her into the truck.
“Fuck, Sav.” I yanked her mouth back to mine and slid both hands down to her ass, lifting her off the ground completely. I cupped her asscheeks hard, separating them so I could dip my fingertips into the damp mess we’d made of her panties.
Somewhere not too far away a door slammed and Savannah snapped out of the haze we were both in. She pushed me away and yanked her clothes into place while looking anywhere but at me.
I balled my hands into fists to keep from grabbing her again. I wasn’t finished. Fuck, I wasn’t nearly finished. I needed to bury myself so deep in her body that she’d forget any other man’s name. I need to fuck her in every way possible until we both forge t our names. I knew it was over as soon as I managed to catch my breath and look at her face. She didn’t look desperate for me anymore. She looked haunted.
“Savannah…”
She straightened her shoulders and pasted one of her fake smiles on her bruised and swollen mouth. “I totally forgot I have to get up early for P ilates tomorrow. I’m an idiot! Can you take me back to the dorm?”
I squeezed my eyes closed and nodded. Anger flushed the lingering desire from my system and by the time I’d grabbed the bags of food and climbed behind the wheel I was cursing myself for being such a fucking fool. Savannah Lane was fake and she couldn’t be trusted. I couldn’t afford to forget that.
***Savannah***
Icouldn’t get away from Jax fast enough. When he offered to drop me off at the dorm instead of making me walk back with him I took him up on the offer and only slowed down to grab my food before basically sprinting inside, up the stairs, and into my room. I stripped out of my dress and wet panties and tossed them into the back of my closet before crawling into bed and burying my face in my pillow. Screaming, I hoped it would release all of the tension, anger, and guilt threatening to suffocate me.
It didn’t work. I just kept seeing Jax’s burning gaze as he yanked me into his big chest. I could feel his hands on me still. I could still fucking hear the hungry growls he released while consuming me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever forget it.
I felt sick. I hadn’t made out with Jax to work on my revenge plan. No, that had been all for me. I was disgusted with myself. My brothers hadn’t crossed my mind once when I was dancing with Jax. They hadn’t been on my mind when I’d been out with Cole, either. I was supposed to be gathering information aboutthem. I was supposed to be looking for ways to take them down. Instead, I was dry-humping one of them in a bar parking lot.
Shame didn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. It just kept growing bigger and bigger, too, because my body was still acting like Jax’s hands were on it. I’d lost control. Of the situation and of myself. What was wrong with me? How was I having such a good time with one of the guys who’d hurt my brothers so badly?
I laid in bed staring at my ceiling for so long that I felt like I was going insane. I needed something to help me sleep. Since I didn’t touch sleeping pills after watching Dad take one when I was young and nearly walk into traffic while naked in the middle of the night, I decided to do the next best thing and take a hot shower.
It was even later than I typically ran into Ryder so I felt like I was safe from the stupid Apex Three for the rest of the night. I threw on my robe and grabbed my things before sticking my head out the door to make sure there was no one around. I thought the coast was clear so I slipped out and hurried over to the bathroom.
I was staring back towards the hallway so when I heard someone grunt from in front of me it startled me so much that I swung around too quickly and slipped on the wet tiles. I couldn’t even cry out as I felt myself hurtling towards the floor. I just closed my eyes and hoped I didn’t break my head.
I didn’t hit the ground, though. Instead, I felt two steel bars lock around my waist and yank me back into the air. My eyes flew open in time to see Ryder’s concerned face and his… Oh. His towel had fallen off in the fray and before he could pin me to his chest I got quite the eyeful. It happened so fast that I was almost able to convince myself that I was crazy but then I felt it pressing into my stomach. Oh.
“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” He ran his hand over the back of my head and down my back. “I’m sorry.”
I just blinked up at him. His gray eyes weren’t so cold right then. He looked genuinely worried about me. We were so close that I could feel his warm breath on my lips and see flecks of black towards the center of his irises. He smelled clean, like soap and mint, and I sniffed a little deeper to really get that scent deep in my brain.
