On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,57
rightfully confused.
“Me? Nothing. What, uh...” I clear my dry throat. “What are you doing here?”
He shifts slightly in confusion. “I’m picking up my sister. What are you doing here?”
“Just hanging out.”
“Hanging out?”
“Yeah.”
“... With my sister?”
Heidi stiffens from head-to-toe, but she relaxes a split second before Seth turns to look at her.
“Hey, baby, get that sweet ass back to into my— Oh.”
Jenna appears behind them in the kitchen doorway with her robe open wide. She snaps it shut as they turn around, but not before revealing her bright red bra and panties.
“Sorry,” she says, feigning a little embarrassment. “I didn’t think you guys were still here.” She strides toward me and doesn’t stop until her arms slinks around my waist. “You coming back to bed, big guy?” she whispers, seductively biting her lip.
What the fuck?
“Yes,” I answer slowly. “I was just... getting hydrated.”
She purrs like a kitten. “Good, because you will need it.”
Her hand lands on my ass.
And there’s the squeeze.
I laugh as her other hand roams downward and gives my belt a quick tug.
I glance at Seth to make sure he bought it. He just stands there with a sagging mouth and wide eyes.
Heidi gives the exact same expression beside him.
They really are related.
“Sorry, Jenna,” Heidi says, snapping out of it. “We’re just on our way out.”
Jenna claws down my chest. “Oh, take your time,” she says.
Seth clears his throat. “So, you’re here... with Jenna?” he asks.
I nod. “That’s right. I’m here with Jenna.”
Heidi moves back. “Yeah, they do it all the time,” she says, giving a masterful performance as the annoyed roommate who just wants to leave so her roommate can bone. “I’ll grab my purse.”
She walks out of the kitchen and my heart tugs in her direction. Neither of us enjoys this little ruse, but what other choice do we have?
Jenna releases me. “Come back to bed,” she hums playfully as she shuffles back into the hallway toward her room.
Seth waits until she disappears. “Jenna?” he repeats her name.
“Jenna,” I say with a shrug.
“Really?”
I chuckle. “Really.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“A few weeks?” I spit out my ass. “Off and on. Here and there…”
He nods once. “Okay…” He takes a step back, then squints at me. “What’s up with your face?” he asks.
“Oh...” I tap my tender cartilage. “What can I say? She likes it... rough.”
He bristles, but quickly accepts it as Heidi returns with her purse looking a little more composed.
“Ready to go?” she asks Seth.
“Yes,” he says as he bolts for the front door.
Heidi looks at me, her expression aching, but we can’t talk right now.
We give each other hidden smiles before she follows him out.
The door closes.
Shit.
Chapter 30
Drew
“It’s not broken,” Jenna says as she dabs the bridge of my nose. “Just bruised, I think.”
She opens the first aid kit on the kitchen table and rifles through the contents.
“You think?” I ask.
“Well, my first aid training didn’t cover nose injury by severe pelvic thrust, but yeah. I think.” She grins at her own joke as she rips open a butterfly bandage. “If it starts bleeding or becomes too unbearable, stop by the campus wellness center. Otherwise, they’d probably just slap a bandage on it and tell you to take ibuprofen... like me! Take some ibuprofen. You’ll be fine.”
“No, it’s okay,” I say as I lean forward. “I trust you.”
She lays the bandage on my nose with a careful, surprisingly gentle, touch.
“Leave that on for a day or so,” she says. “It might not do jack shit other than remind you not to touch your nose, but as someone who has broken her nose before, that’s a lot more difficult than you’d think.”
“I’ll do my best.” I pick up the ice pack again and rest it between my eyes. “How did you break your nose?”
“Neighborhood fight club,” she answers, then flashes a smile. “No. Tenth grade. I got punched in the face by the ninety pound farm girl at a school dance because she thought I was hitting on her date, Charlie Nolan.”
“Were you?”
“No. Actually, I was confronting him about what he did to Heidi.”
I lower the ice pack, suddenly filled with an urge to track down this Charlie Nolan... and making him pay.
“What’d he do to Heidi?” I ask.
Jenna takes a breath. “This might surprise you, but Heidi isn’t exactly a social butterfly. So, when Charlie Nolan, one of the hottest jocks in our class, asked her to the spring fling dance, she was so excited. We got all dressed up. I did her hair.