A laugh, Joker-esque. He was like Deadpool, charming, dashing even, yet lethal. That was what made him so scary. How inviting his personality could be when he put on the show, only to find out he had a blade behind his back.
One aimed straight for the heart.
At least, for mine, and shifting, he gave me his eyes again when he pushed his sunglasses up. Such beauty, such hypnotic darkness. He was the Pied Piper in denim jeans with rock hard abs.
“You wanna know why we can’t be friends?” he asked, his eyes actually twinkling at me. He lifted a hand. “Why we can’t just get along and be perfect stepsiblings for our perfect parents?”
So he really didn’t like them… he’d said it. Right there, he’d said it, sarcasm completely dripping from his voice. He was putting on a show.
A more than dark one.
A curled finger and he was brushing my chin, dragging it down my chest.
“Jaxen…”
My breath trembled as he tucked his finger between my breasts, uncurling and tracing the swell. It took all I had to keep us straight on the road, my swallow hard.
He smiled.
“Because of that,” he said, pulling my top slightly away. His rough digit against my skin caused my back to rise, my breath to intake. He grinned. “Because of this. Because of what I do to you.”
He pulled his finger out, actually tasting it. He wet his two fingers, then his digits went right for my top again.
“Stop…”
But a moan as he pinched my nipple through my shirt and bra. I was only wearing a bralette so I felt everything. It was like he knew, my chest trembling.
“We fucked, Girl Scout,” he said, an actual growl in his voice. His dark chuckle followed. “And you want to do it again.”
“I don’t,” I bit, but my body betrayed me. My breast trembling in his hand. He massaged the whole thing at this point, my foot accelerating the wheel. We weren’t on the highway yet, but had we been, we’d have crashed into the fast lane. “Get your hands of me.”
Surprisingly, he did, a quick let go. Returning to his seat, he had a smile that’d make the Cheshire cat jealous, both arrogant and lovely.
It matched his eyes.
Those bright pools of mischief and beauty. The line was so thin between heaven and chaos in them, between light and darkness. He shielded me from them again when he put his shades down.
“I will fuck you again, stepsis,” he threatened, his voice passive. He didn’t even look at me, his stare on the road. “And when I do, you’ll know who I am. You will. But you’ll still want it.”
My eyes laced, glassed in something akin to emotion. I wouldn’t give in to him, refused as I gathered myself together and looked at the road. No, I wouldn’t sleep with him again, but there was no telling him that. My stepbrother drew the line in the sand and no truce would be had. He really did hate me, wanted to break me.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t fight back.
Chapter Seven
Jax
I fell asleep beneath my aviators. I lifted them, and Girl Scout was right where I left her.
Stiff as a motherfucker.
I had her all worked up like I had that night I tasted her body, tight and hands white-knuckled on the wheel. Those pink polished fingernails left track marks on my body.
I’d driven her fucking insane.
I’d felt bad, at first, that I’d been the one to pop her cherry.
But then she’d opened her goddamn mouth.