“Did you wear this for him?”
She swallows, shaking her head.
“For me?” I raise an eyebrow, hiking her dress up slowly until her ass is exposed. She’s wearing a black thong that I take a step back to appreciate before I’m on her again, squeezing her ass in my hands.
“I wore it for me,” she says, her voice a whisper. “But I was hoping you’d see me in it.”
“For what? So I could go fucking crazy?” I bring a hand around her waist and tuck my hand into her thong, resisting the urge to groan as my fingers find her pussy slick, ready, wanting.
She shudders as I touch her folds. Bites her lip as I play with her swollen clit. She keeps her eyes on mine though. I’ve had sex with a lot of women, but this experience is by far the most erotic.
“Did you think I’d do this?” I lean in and bite the shell of her ear, my fingers still moving on her clit, her folds, spreading her wetness. “Did you think I’d fuck you at this frat party tonight?”
“No,” she says, a shaky sigh as she grinds her hips against my hand.
“Did you think I’d just let you walk out of here without having your pussy? Without burying myself so deep inside you that you’d struggle to walk afterwards without thinking of me?”
“Oh God,” she breathes as she comes on my fingers.
It’s what makes me come undone. I pull down my pants until they’re around my knees, roll a condom on quickly, and impale her. She yelps. When I thrust into her again, bringing my hands to her chest, pulling down her dress so that her breasts are exposed, I tweak her nipples in my fingers. She yells out my name. I thrust harder, deeper, tugging her nipples and moving inside her until she’s squirming, coming around my cock with a grip that squeezes and makes me start coming as well.
When we finish, we clean up and get dressed. I wait for her to turn to me again and hate how she’s trying not to meet my eyes.
“You’re beautiful.” I cup her face and make her look at me. “You’re fucking perfect, Jo.”
“So are you.” She bites her lip after she says it, bashful and cute as hell.
I kiss her then, a long, languid kiss that makes my heart double in speed. It makes me feel like I’m on the field running to catch one of Jamal’s perfect passes, like I’m scoring a touchdown for my team and everyone’s cheering for me from the stands. It’s enough to scare me a little, because even as I pull away and look down at her, I know I’m fucked. We walk downstairs holding hands and head to the door, ready to leave. Misty tells us she’s going to stay with a friend of hers who’s there, and Jo seems to feel comfortable with it because she kisses her sister and the friend on the cheek and takes my hand again. As we walk out, I spot Lawrence looking at us with a frown on his face. I don’t know if he’s jealous or feels like the ultimate loser for letting Jo go, but it’s my turn to smirk at him.
She’s mine now, asshole.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jo
I wake up to find Jagger still sleeping beside me and I realize that he never left my bed. My heart swells, but it’s a fleeting emotion that’s quickly replaced with fear. I hate that my past relationship has made me this unsure person that I never was before. I watch the slow rise of his chest as he sleeps and realize that it’s better this way. I can’t afford to fall for Jagger. Just because he agreed to be exclusive on the sex front doesn’t mean he wants something more with me. I think about Jessa and the way she cried that night because he wouldn’t make her his girlfriend and turn away from him as I get up to use the bathroom. If he didn’t want to take things to the next level with her, why would he with me, with anyone? From my understanding, Jessa wasn’t the problem, it was the fact that he truly doesn’t want something serious. In that regard, not much has changed from four years ago.
“I don’t want a serious relationship,” was what I heard him say to Maverick. “I want the college experience.”
And that was after we slept together. After I lost my virginity to him. I push that thought away. I’d never seen my virginity as something to worship. It was just something I stayed with longer than I thought I would. I respect that about Jagger though. He’s never made promises he couldn’t keep and I’m grateful that he’s always been up front about things like that. My cell phone vibrates on the counter as I’m finishing brushing my teeth. Lawrence’s face appears in my line of vision and I instantly feel queasy, but I answer the call.