Page 81 of Jerk
I can’t afford a suspension right now. If any potential internships find out, it’s a huge red flag. I have to fight back. And tonight, that’s exactly what I’m doing.
“The Hill has no chill.” Ember lets out a long sigh. “Is it always like this?”
Turning to Ember, I place my hand on top of hers on the wheel. It’s the only thing that helps to calm the earthquake inside me. “You didn’t have to do this.”
She turns to me, a small smile tugging at the side of her face. “I know.” Then she takes a deep breath, nodding. “You ready?”
I nod, returning my gaze to the path ahead. “Let’s do this.”
My hand becomes steadier than my heart, my chest tighter than this outfit.
This isn’t a relapse. It’s retaliation.
Once again, I’m about to break rule number one.
TWENTY-SEVEN
RYE
“What took you so long, Kitten?”
The first puff of smoke hardly soothes me when Hannah opens my bedroom door.
Her body stiffens, those sweet eyes landing on mine. Leaning back in my leather recliner right in front of my door, I relish in her surprise.
You don’t think I knew when she and Ember pulled up to the gates?
You don’t think I knew she used Ember as a distraction to my family so she could sneak intomyhouse?
Hell, I knew she was on the property the second her designer heels set foot on Rowen land.
What I didn’t know was what she’d be wearing, and fuck, it's doing more to intoxicate me than my current gin diet.
"Loud Love" by Soundgarden plays on my room’s surround sound, but it only aids her little fashion show. And when she tugs on the leather belt of her black trench coat, the air in the room gets ten times hotter.
“We didn’t finish what we started,” she says, her red lips looking juicier than they did this morning.
“Tired of running?” My eyes rake over the delicate black lace wrapping around her body like the perfect gift. The fabric clings to her skin in the same way I need her to cling to me.
“Tired ofsomething.” She closes the door behind her, those shiny platform boots thudding against the wood with every step she takes towards me. Her hair is up in a tight ponytail, highlighting the soft features in her face. The candles in my room cast shadows on her cheeks, the flicker of the flame in her eyes.
“Using your only friend as a pawn,” I say, taking another puff of my cigarette, my eyes gazing up her toned legs. “You that desperate?”
“No, but something tells me you’re pretty desperate for me, Rowen.” She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a roll of black duct tape. I chuckle at her grasp for power, but I don’t pretend I’m not distracted when she shrugs her coat off her bare shoulders. Delicate black lace hugs her body, her tits catching the light.
There’s just one thing. “You don’t get to walk in here like you own the place.”
“Fine. I’ll walk in here like I own you, instead.” With that, she straddles me, her warm body pressing into me as she wraps her arms around my neck. See, I can prove in a flash that I’m stronger than Hannah. But with the way her centre presses against my hardening cock, I’d be an idiot if I didn’t see where this leads. She leans towards me, her sweet and spicy scent coming with her as her mouth finds my ear. “Let’s see if you can still be in control when someone else takes the reins.” Her tongue finds my lobe, making my cock jump. I steady my breath, the soft graze of her mouth making me harder.
A growl escapes me as my hips thrust up against her. She leans back, a smirk on her face, before she pulls the end of the tape with her teeth. It snaps with a hard tug, a long piecehanging from her mouth before her hands glide down my arms. She pulls my arms behind my back, wrapping the long piece of tape around my wrists.
“What’s wrong?” She leans in close to my lips, the smell of peppermint coming with her words. “Can’t handle it, can you?” In one quick pull, she pulls open my shirt, buttons clattering to the floor.
“Careful, Kitten.” It’s hard not to groan with the sultry way she grinds against me. I’m hard. Real hard. “You and I both know that’s designer, and you and I both know you’ll need to pay me back.”
“It’ll be hard to make me do anything in your position, don’t you think?” It’s hard to ignore the feeling of her nails digging into my skin as she drags her fingers down to my abs. With the way it stings, I know she’ll leave a mark.
“You think being on top of me makes you in charge?” Two fingers fall between my waistband, and it gets harder to breathe. My abs tighten with the way her fingers graze the tip of my hardened shaft, and I’m tempted to grab her. The tail on the tape wrapped around my wrist gives me an out, an easy way to take control, but Hannah has me intrigued. And the sexy little slide she does to her knees makes it harder to fight back.
