Page 51 of Hate the Game
I wanted to push. I wanted all the details but I could tell that she was through giving out information about it. I pressed my forehead to hers and watched her eyes dilate with desire. There was no faking that. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. It didn’t change things but it sure as fuck made them more complicated.
She tipped her chin up and kissed me. I let her take the lead and tried not to grip her too hard when she licked my lips and hummed. “I can taste myself on you.”
She was going to kill me. “It’s fucking delicious, isn’t it?”
“It’s not bad. He said…” She didn’t finish her thought. She just licked my mouth again and then kissed me hard, her tits crushed to my chest as she clung to my shoulders.
I gripped her ass, pushing my hands beneath her panties to grab her bare cheeks. Once again I found myself wondering if I really needed to wait or even bother with a condom. My dick was definitely taking over.
Thankfully Savannah was smart enough for the both of us. She pushed me away and hurried to shove her helmet over her head. Looking up at me with the visor up, she was painfully fucking cute. “No glove, no love. Don’t be silly, wrap your willy.”
I found myself grinning. “You good?”
She cleared her throat and slid the visor down. “Just reminding myself of the commandments of sex in your twenties.”
“Come again?”
“I mean, I probably could but we’d better not.”
***Savannah***
“There are the obvious commandments. Like I was saying. No glove, no love. Don’t be silly, wrap your willy. Don’t go out without a raincoat. No condom left behind. Cover your stump before you hump.” I stretched out on the soft grass and smiled up at the tree Jax had brought me to. He’d take me farther up the mountain and had made a big fuss about the particular tree we were under but he wouldn’t explain it. Instead, he was forcing me to tell him the commandments of sex in your twenties.
“So romantic.” He rolled his head to the side so he could watch me. “Next.”
“There’s no such thing as too much birth control. Condom, oral contraception, spermicide, hopping on one foot after sex and counting backwards from one hundred. Whatever you can do to decrease the odds of getting pregnant is welcome and encouraged. I once saw a girl take a coke and a douche into the bathroom while swearing that if coke could eat an egg, it could eat sperm.”
Jax blanched. “What?”
I laughed and shrugged. “I’m not saying that I’m going to run out and buy those two things but she’d just slept with this guy from a frat who was big in the men’s rights movement. She didn’t know until afterwards and she was one thousand percent unwilling to chance having a baby with that idiot.”
“Next commandment, please.” He shuddered and then sank his teeth into his lip. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not involved in any insidious movements.”
“Are you padding your resume in case I let you…you know…in me?”
His cheeks darkened as he leaned over to glare at me. “No. I don’t. I mean, I’m not… You’re a pain in the ass.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Okay, okay. Forget the commandments. Tell me about this secretive tree.”
“It’s a buzzkill.” He rolled back over onto his back and I studied the sharp lines of his face when he closed his eyes. “You sure you want to know?”
More than anything. “Yeah, Jax. Obviously I’m not a reporter today. I’m just out with a friend and I’d like to know more about you.”
His jaw tensed and it took him another few minutes to speak again. “My mom used to bring me to this tree. I don’t know if it had any significance to her or if she just liked this spot. She’d come here and tell me if I counted every single leaf on the tree she’d take me for ice cream.”
I sat up so I could watch him. “That hardly seems like a fair trade.”
“Yeah, that’s how it was with her. Now I know that when we came here she gave me such an impossible task because she didn’t want me to notice her slipping away to get high. It was just weed but Dad has this intense viewpoint about our body being a temple and other shit. He smelled it on her once when we came back home and he lost his shit.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing. Mom acted like nothing happened. Dad flipped out. And the world kept right on turning. Until it didn’t. I remember their last fight like it was five fucking minutes ago. He caught her smoking a cigarette after she’d sworn that she’d stop. In the middle of his rant about how she was ruining her lungs, giving herself premature wrinkles, making her breath stink, etc., she just stood up and let out this crazy loud scream.”
“Oh, god.” I was horrified at the idea but then I realized that Jax was chuckling. “Wait. Why are you laughing?”
“The look on his face.” He had to take a deep breath before he could go on. He was still laughing every few seconds, though. “None of us ever spoke to him with any level of disrespect and in the blink of an eye we were suddenly watching our mom scream at him every time he tried to speak. She wasn’t saying anything, just screaming. Dad was so flustered that he finally sat back and just stared at her, in silence. Even though I fucking hate that her next move was to leave all of us, that moment of seeing her snap was beautiful. I can only imagine just how fucking good it felt to lose it on the man who’d made you miserable for so long.”
“She left?”
