life without her in it. I wanted all of the craziness she brought with her, her attitude and her spunk. I wanted it all.
Jaz shrugged, her breath hot on my face as she murmured, “More or less.” When I said nothing, she went on, lightly tracing the plane of my jaw with delicate fingers, “I know you don’t like them, but they make me feel…they make me feel safe, even if they are a little crazy.”
I cocked a brow. “A little?”
“Okay, a lot. Still, I…I care for all of you, and I know it’s a lot to ask, but…I want to see where this goes, with each of you.”
Maybe it was the fact that my dick was still inside her, or maybe it was because she drove me nuts, but I said something I instantly wanted to take back, because it was way too soon to be throwing that word around.
What did I say, you might be wondering? Ugh. Let me fucking tell you.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
Yep. That’s what I fucking said, like some kind of idiot.
I realized what I said too late, and I pulled my forehead off hers, my jaw tightening as I watched her eyes sparkle. Of course she’d get the wrong idea, like I…like I fucking meant it, or something. And, you know, maybe I did, but that was beside the point, and what I’d said earlier still stood. It was too early for that word.
Wasn’t it?
“Wow,” she murmured, running her tongue over her lips, “I never knew the grouchy Jacob was capable of love.” Jaz grinned, unable to keep up the serious expression she wore. “Mr. Grumps is in love with me. I should grab my journal so I can jot this down for future remembrance—” She let out a grunt when I flipped us, once again putting her under me, my cock still deep inside her.
“You will not do any of that,” I told her. “It was a slip of the tongue.”
“Mm-hmm. Sure, whatever you say.”
I was going to kill her. And by kill her, I meant I was going to whip my dick out of her, toss the used condom to the floor, and grab another, just to show her how much I didn’t love her.
Yeah…that made no sense. Whatever.
Chapter Ten – Jaz
Friday actually passed without issues. Archer was speaking to me again, we even texted a few times back and forth. I had things somewhat figured out with Dante, Vaughn, and Jacob, and I was feeling really good. Sucked that I couldn’t hang out with Bobbi, but at least I got to see her in choir.
Life, as hard as it was to imagine, went on.
And, fortunately for me, no more severed body parts in my locker. Maybe, whoever had killed Brittany was taking a break. I could hope, you know. Vaughn had taken the finger home, and done something with it—because I sure as hell didn’t want it back—but I knew I should tell Ollie. It’s just, you know, a weird thing to bring up, since the finger was literally it.
Eh, well, what’s the worst that could happen? …Probably not a question I should ask in Midpark, but I guess I was a masochist.
Come Saturday morning, I thought I would have a slow day. Ollie said Jacob was coming over to speak with him about anything he’d found out during the week, and I figured I’d steal a few glances while trying to pretend everything was normal. You know, the usual.
But that wasn’t what happened. In fact, Saturday turned out to be a very eventful day.
It was just after eleven when my phone buzzed, and I checked it, assuming it was Archer, since we’d been texting a little, trying to start over like we both wanted. It wasn’t Archer; it was Vaughn?
All the message said was: call me.
Mom was downstairs in the laundry room folding laundry and separating it into piles depending on who the clothing belonged to, so I was able to sneakily close my bedroom door and dial him right then and there. Ollie was in his office, locked away, so I didn’t have to worry about him eavesdropping.
Vaughn picked up immediately, though he said nothing.
“What’s up?” I asked, jumping onto my bed and letting out a sigh. Even though I was a murder suspect, life had actually been okay these last few days. I was hesitant to say it, but I thought things were starting to look up.
“I spoke with Markus,” Vaughn told me, and I instantly recalled