definition of it.”
His hand slides to the nape of my neck and he grips my ponytail, tilting my head back. “She might be a bitch, but at least she never betrayed me.”
“Give her time.”
The tip of his nose skims the length of my exposed neck. “Careful, Taylor. Your jealousy is starting to show.”
I laugh. “Please. She has nothing that I want.” My eyes narrow. “Not anymore.”
“You sure about that?” he challenges.
“Positive,” I lie.
His lids lower. “Is that why you wore this sexy little shirt tonight?” His warm breath tickles the side of my neck. “Hoping to get my attention.”
“No.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
That earns me a husky chuckle. “Too bad.” He presses his lips against my throat. “Because it’s working. You have all my attention.” He walks his fingers down my torso. “Question is…what are you going to do with it?”
My teeth clench in frustration. “Tell you to go fuck yourself.”
I shiver when he flicks his tongue ring against my pulse point. “I think it would be more fun to fuck you.”
“As if I’d let you.”
My pulse skyrockets when his knuckles brush the bare strip of skin above the waistband of my jeans. “We both know you would.”
“You’re wrong.”
His nostrils flare on an indrawn breath. “Fine. Then tell me to stop. Tell me to stop touching you and go inside.”
I can’t.
“That’s what I thought.” I gasp when he traces the zipper of my jeans with his thumb. “I wonder what I’d find if I tugged these down and slipped my hand inside.”
Blood whooshes in my ears when his teeth graze the hollow of my neck. “I bet you’d be nice and wet for me.” He sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth. “I bet you’d beg for my cock, too.”
“I wouldn’t beg you for shit,” I say, although it sounds unconvincing even to my own ears.
He clamps down on my flesh, sucking and biting so hard it hurts. “Who says you’d have to?” His palm slithers up my abdomen. “Maybe I’ll just give it to you.” He hitches my leg around his waist, pressing his erection into me. “Pull those jeans down and fuck you senseless right here. Get it over with so we can both move on.”
I swear I stop breathing. “Is that what you want?”
“I don’t know.” He grinds against the spot that’s aching for him. “You tell me.”
My insides swoop when he lowers his head and his mouth brushes the lace material of my shirt. But no matter how much I want this—I’m not willing to accept him with a side of Britney.
I want all of Jace. Every fucked-up piece and broken part. All to myself.
“I won’t fuck you while you’re with her.”
He starts to speak, but my phone rings, cutting him off.
Growling, he shoves his hand inside my pocket and pulls it out.
Instantly, his face fills with disgust and he pushes off me.
His expression is so vicious, it’s like he’s carved from stone. “And I won’t fuck you…ever.” He chucks my phone at me. “But, hey. I bet Tommy would.”
Chapter 24
Dylan
“Thanks for coming to get me.”
Tommy gives me a curt nod and shifts his car into drive.
Five minutes go by before he speaks.
“Jace’s house was the last place I expected you to hang out.”
We’re not dating so technically I don’t owe Tommy an explanation for my whereabouts, but if I was in his position, I’d be curious too.
“I wasn’t. I was at a party.” I wind a loose thread on my pants around my finger. “Long story short, the friend I went there with had to leave because she was late for curfew and my cousin, who I was planning on hitching a ride home with, got really drunk.” I pull the thread tighter. “Jace and Cole are his friends, so they insisted he spend the night at their house, but Cole was drinking so I drove Oakley’s car.”
Tommy makes a face. “Wouldn’t it have made more sense to drive your cousin’s car back home since you live together?”
I blow out an exasperated breath. “Jace didn’t want me to.”
His jaw muscles pulse as he heads down my block. “Old habits die hard, I suppose.”
“Don’t be like that. I didn’t have a choice.”
The look he gives me tells me exactly what he thinks about my excuse.
“If that’s what you really believe, then I guess you’re right.” He parks by the curb near the end of my driveway and cuts the engine. “But don’t expect me to be at your beck and call just so I can end