went to leave her, I felt her inner walls tighten; it was as if her body didn’t want mine to go.
If I thought I felt the fire in my veins before, that was nothing compared to how hot it got then. It was hard to breathe, hard to focus as I fucked her, as I took her as mine and finally got to know what she felt like in the most intimate way possible. Jaz was mine right now, mine in every way, and I knew this would only further flame the addiction, the obsession I had with her.
Could someone like me love? I often wondered that, if being a Scott meant love was just not an emotion we felt. Obsession, yes. Pleasure, yes. But love? Love was something so different, something you could hardly describe, and yet, didn’t people say, when you knew you knew? When you felt it, you knew, even if you’d never felt it before?
These feelings I had for Jaz…was it love? And if it was, where did the obsession fade and the love begin?
Maybe it didn’t matter.
I varied my pace, my hips dragging my length in and out of her, building the pleasure inside of me. I kept a hold on her neck, needing to feel her, needing to hear her breathing and her groaning as I took everything she had. Jaz…I’d never let anyone hurt this girl. Not anyone at school, and not one of my brothers.
Would I kill Markus if he hurt her? Well, I supposed the more important thing there was would I try—trying and succeeding were two very different things. Markus had been at this game a lot longer than I had.
No, I wouldn’t think of that now. I had to focus on the girl under me, on how spectacular she felt with her core clamped down on my dick.
Time blurred, and I couldn’t say how long it was before it became too much for me, but eventually it did. I jerked my cock inside her, feeling my balls tingle as they released their seed. Pleasure shot through me, causing me to tense above her and my hand to grip her neck a little bit harder. Short, quick thrusts of my hips as I came, and I let out the lowest, most animalistic moan my body was capable of.
I released her neck and pulled out of her at the same time, rolling onto my back as I tried to catch my breath. I stared at the ceiling, wondering what the hell I was going to do, where I would go from here. Now, I really couldn’t picture my life without her. I needed Jaz. I did.
Jaz helped me get the used condom off, and then, once it was on the floor, she cuddled against me, leaning onto my chest and hugging herself against me. She tilted her face toward mine, giving me a smug look. Such confidence, such fire. I really wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I have to be home by six,” she said, grinning. Jaz traced shapes on my abdomen. “When will you be ready for round two?” She giggled, and I rolled onto my side and kissed her hard. I kissed her with the passion of a thousand suns, hoping she knew just how important she was to me.
Everything. She meant everything to me, and I would rather die before I saw her hurt.
Chapter Twelve – Jaz
The next week, things were quiet. With how good everything was with Dante, Vaughn, and Jacob, it was almost enough for me to think things would settle down. I wasn’t stupid. I knew this was probably the lull before the storm, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to enjoy it.
It was Wednesday morning in homeroom, before the announcements were on. The room was full of chitchat, and I’d just got to my seat. Archer was already there. His blue eyes met mine when I sat down, and I gave him a small smile.
Things were awkward, don’t get me wrong, but the awkwardness was something I could overlook. My gut had been deceived when it came to Archer Vega before, but I really didn’t think he was behind any of what was going on. Call me stupid, call me a pushover, but I really just wanted to move on.
If my revenge against the bullies who’d wanted to embarrass me and throw me to the wolves had to stop in order for me to enjoy the quiet days, then so be it.