Jesse (Broken Hill Boys 5)

A shiver takes over my body at just the thought of how good he was. He ate my lady bits as though he was at the most expensive restaurant and didn’t want to let a damn thing go to waste. It was incredible and now I finally understand the hype. Well, that’s not completely true, I understood the hype when I first laid eyes on him at a party a few months ago. It was a pool party at his place that my brother dragged me along to and the second I saw him, I knew he was something special, him and his brother. They’re the hottest guys I’ve ever seen and that includes all their friends. Girls were throwing themselves at him which was the part I couldn’t understand, sure he’s hot, but he couldn’t have been that great to warrant that kind of reaction.

Clearly, I was wrong. Jesse Ryder is a fucking machine.

After he made me come in a big way, he treated me to more…so much more. It was stupid. Getting myself involved with Jesse Ryder is a dangerous game that I shouldn’t have played. I think I’m already addicted.

I’m new to Broken Hill High and so far, I’ve been so closed off that I haven’t bothered making any friends. I hate that I had to move. I had my friends back at Haven Falls and despite the other bitches there, I was happy, but things change.

It’s no secret that Jesse and my brother have history. They absolutely hate each other. The guys at Broken Hill are awful and they’ve had some ridiculous vendetta against my brother for years, though it’s not exactly like Jackson is innocent in all of this, he’s just as bad as they are.

There’s no doubt in my mind that he only got with me because he wanted to use it as bait against my brother and to be honest, maybe I was doing the same thing. Jackson isn’t exactly my favorite person after he broke my trust and slept with my best friend, causing my whole world to crumble. I guess this is the perfect revenge, but now that it’s over and done with, I’m not sure I have what it takes to rub it in his face, something has me wanting to keep this just between me and Jesse. Though this news is bound to make its way around the school at some point. The question is when?

I grab Jesse’s hand and try my best to wriggle out from under him and all that does is remind me how bad my ass is hurting. I can’t believe I fell on the fucking floor while getting my pussy eaten. How humiliating. At the time, I couldn’t seem to care, but now that the moment is gone and I think back on it, it certainly wasn’t my finest moment and I’m almost positive that if I take a quick look in the mirror, I’m bound to see a purpling bruise.

I lift Jesse’s arm and he groans, attempting to grab hold of my tits once again. With his arm up and off my body, I roll out from under him until I’m hitting the edge of the bed and being a little more cautious about how I get off it. After all, I don’t want another bruise on my ass.

I start searching the room for my clothes and find them scattered everywhere. My jeans are hanging over the dresser, there’s one boot by the door while the other is half-hidden under the bed with my shirt, my Thor underwear are on the desk and my bra…hmm, where the hell is my bra?

I look around for a few minutes, tip-toeing as to not wake Jesse, but it quickly becomes clear that my bra is gone and I don’t intend on waiting around here all day trying to find the damn thing. I’ll just cut my losses and replace them when I can.

I start pulling on the clothes that I could find and look down at Jesse as I dress. He really is an incredible looking man with his ripped body and strong arms. He looks like a treat and I’m kind of sad that I don’t get to fool around with him again. That’s not how things go with guys like Jesse, but it’s not like it matters anyway, I’m not planning on having a repeat performance with him, no matter how good it was. As I said, he’s dangerous territory.

I don’t know what the deal was last night. From what I hear, guys like Jesse aren’t the cuddle and spooning type. It’s strange. Afterward, he wouldn’t let me go, he just wanted to chat about stupid things until we were both falling asleep. I guess he was down for an easy night and had enough of the party, but still…I can’t help but think it was strange. Nice, but strange.