Page 71 of Little Devil

I nod and he takes the wrap off for me, standing up to toss it into the trash can beside the bed. I sulk like a child at the loss of his skin on mine and he smirks at me, leaning over to speak over my lips.

“Go get your body nice and wet for me and I’ll sneak inside and lick your pussy,” he whispers, taking the coffee from my hands to set it down on the nightstand.

My eyes darken with need and I force myself up to do as I’m told, laughing lightly when he snatches my waist from behind and follows me into the bathroom.

Despite what he just said, there is no sneaking.

The horny bastard stays on my ass all the way to the shower head.

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“How much do you like this hoodie?” I ask, falling back in my seat to gesture to said hoodie.

He frowns at that, bouncing his eyes between me and the road in confusion. “I don’t know. I mean, I like it a lot better on you than me. Why?”

“Because if you don’t stop driving like an asshole, I’m gonna throw up all over it,” I warn, scrubbing my hands over my face in an attempt to ease the sickness.

He laughs at me and pulls up next to Travis’ car outside the diner we’re meeting them at. I damn near fall out of the passenger side and he comes around to get me, still laughing while he takes my hand to lead me through the parking lot. It’s overflowing inside considering it’s lunch time on a Sunday, but I already know the boys’ll be sitting in our regular booth at the back just like they are every weekend. Xan opens the main door for me and I follow him in, gratefully taking the sunglasses he passes me to shove them on over my eyes.

“This is the worse feeling ever,” I mutter, leaning into his side with his arm wrapped around my neck.

“You’ll be fine once you get some food in you,” he assures me, sweetly kissing my temple while we make our way to the back of the line next to the counter. “You know what you want yet?”

“A big stack of pancakes and an iced coffee with–”

“A shit load of syrup,” he finishes for me, lifting my chin up to press his lips to mine. “Go sit down and I’ll bring your coffee over when it’s done, okay?”

“Okay, boyfriend,” I say dryly, struggling to hide the smile on my face while I move to do as I’m told.

He smacks my ass and I let out a squeal, ignoring the looks thrown my way while I walk through the crowd towards the eight seater booth at the back of the diner. I find Travis and Kian sitting right where I knew they’d be, but my step falters when I spot Noah sitting across from them with Penelope and Sienna either side of him.

“..really just gonna sit here and ignore the fact that she’s like.. together with the new boy now?” Penelope asks, clearly not noticing me standing a few feet away.

“What’s wrong with that?” Kian shrugs, reaching over to steal a sip of Travis’ coffee.

“It’s weird,” she tells the group, scrunching her nose up in disgust. “He’s weird.”

“I think he’s hot,” Sienna adds helpfully, and I nod my head, casually shoving my hands into the pocket of Xan’s hoodie while I wait for one of them to notice me.

“That’s because you’re an idiot,” Penelope bites back, folding her arms across her chest while she leans back on Noah’s outstretched arm.

Sienna shrugs it off and takes her compact mirror out of her purse, quickly checking her hair and make up before she speaks again. “Isn’t it funny how Travis dared him to fuck her and she ended up falling for him? I mean, how gullible do you have to be?”

“The fuck are you talkin’ about, Si?” Travis frowns. “I didn’t dare him to do shit.”

“Yes, you did,” she argues, chuckling to herself at the memory. “I heard you two talking that night at her birthday party when he first got here.”

He sighs like he’s been caught and I pull my head back, swallowing the embarrassment creeping up my throat while I glance between them and Xan. Noah chooses that exact moment to look up and I force my features even, but of course I’m not fast enough. He cocks his head at me and I fist my hands inside my pocket, barely resisting the urge to smack that stupid grin off his face. Travis catches him looking at something over his shoulder and follows his line of sight, his face falling when he realizes I’m standing right beside him.

“Oh, shit.”

“Fuck you, Trav.”

“JJ, wait, it wasn’t like that,” he tries, but I’m already gone, shaking my head at him and myself while I slip through the crowd and out to the parking lot.

I toss the asshole’s sunglasses onto the hood of his car but keep the hoodie, protectively folding my arms around my body while I walk away. Not wanting one of my mother’s drivers to see me looking like this, I jump into a yellow cab and ask the driver to take me to the beach near my house, thankful I grabbed my purse before we left the pool house earlier. My phone rings against my thigh but I ignore it, cursing myself when I feel the silent tears leaking from my eyes.

“Stop crying,” I whisper. “Stop it, stop it, stop it.”

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