I could get used to this, only I know it’s not going to last. Hell, I doubt I’ll even get to the end of the day before some kind of drama stirs up. That’s just the way of life, right?
I finish off the apple and push myself to my feet with a low guttural groan before slowly making my way across the cafeteria to the trash can. I dump the apple core in and quickly do another search for Tully.
Yep. She’s still more than happily occupied by the football team.
I turn back to Noah with sleepy eyes and start making my way back to him. Maybe I should have taken his offer and gotten out of here. I’m so damn tired. I’m probably going to fall asleep during my exam.
A too loud voice cackles right by my ear and I jerk around, completely taken surprise by the guy suddenly standing two feet behind me. “When are you going to share the love, babe?” says Jack Saunders, another senior, who, unfortunately, is not as cool to hang out with as Jared Frazer.
“What?” I grunt out, extremely unladylike as I feel Noah’s eyes piercing into my back.
Jack grins. “You’ve been giving it up for Spence, right? Everyone’s talking about it.”
I didn’t just hear that, did I? Maybe he’s confused. Got the wrong girl, perhaps.
“Wait. What?” I say, scrunching my face up in confusion as I notice how tight his body is. Though this isn’t something new. Guys tend to be nervous around me. Either scared of me or terrified of what Noah would do to them if they talk to me. “Who’s giving it up for Spencer?”
Jack steps a little closer, pulling out his cocky attitude. “Rumor has it, you are. He said you fucked him out back of some party a few weeks ago.” His grin widens. “He said you were fucking wild. So, I’m just wondering, is this some kind of deal you’ve got going with him and Noah? You fuck them both whenever they’re down?”
Oh, this guy is about to need a facial reconstruction. I hope he has his Mumma’s plastic surgeon on speed dial.
“You know who you’re talking to, right?” I question, in case he’s a little dumb. Where the hell did this information come from anyway? I fooled around with Spencer once and while he was great with his tongue, I couldn’t go through with it because he isn’t my bad boy covered in tattoos. I certainly didn’t screw him and it’s certainly not some ongoing arrangement.
Jack looks down at me as though I’m trash and the disgust in his eyes in nearly enough to paralyze me. “Yeah, baby. I know exactly who I’m talking to. You gave it up for Jackson, then Noah, and now Spence,” he winks as he licks his lips. “About time you sat on my cock and went for a ride, don’t ya think?” His eyes trail over my body. “Besides, you’d be fun. With all that experience under your belt, a girl like you would have a few party tricks.”
Oh dear. The poor guy. He just signed his death certificate.
A breathy laugh escapes me, and I know I’m going to have to move quickly before Noah gets over here to put the trash out.
I bite my lip as though I’m actually turned on by this fucker and give him my best bedroom eyes. His body responds instantly. His eyes become hooded and the guarded tension in his body leaves, feeling he actually has some kind of shot, probably unable to believe his luck.
I step into him, taking hold of his belt buckle as I look up at him. “Is that what you like?” I whisper. “A woman who knows what she’s doing? Someone who could rock your fucking world and leave in the morning without a goodbye?”
His hand curls around my waist and I can practically feel the fury rolling off Noah behind me, but it’s clear he’s giving me space to handle this myself. “Well, that’s what you do for Noah and Spencer, right?” Jack murmurs. “Why not add another name to your list? I’ll make it worth your while.”
Wait. Is he calling me a prostitute right now?
I pull on his belt buckle, bringing his hips forward. “Well see,” I wink. “If you play your cards right, I might just play you right back.” I watch him swallow and then follow my movements as I run my tongue over my lip. I indicate for him to duck down so I can whisper in his ear. “Tell me, Jack,” I murmur. “How do you like it? I bet you’re rough, aren’t you?”
He breathes out a laugh, unable to believe his fucking luck. “Yeah, I do.”
BAM.
I nail the fucker in the gut with one hell of an uppercut and I don’t dare hold back. Jack doubles over, groaning as he clutches his stomach. “Is that how rough you like it?” I demand, grabbing his shoulders and slamming my knee up into his groin.