JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,102
tanned and toned and entirely unlike mine— and she was sweating lightly from the work.
Adams shifted, suddenly, and turned over; he didn’t move Piper around, command her the way that Jacob did me— the way I liked so much. Rather, he simply repositioned her and kept going, an almost bored look on his face.
“She’s totally faking it,” Kiersten whispered. “I know her faking it face.”
“That is eleven inches though,” a new voice said. Me and Kiersten nearly jumped right into the bedroom where Piper was now most assuredly faking a loud, long orgasm. It was Jenna— the girl from the bar where I had met Jacob a million years ago. She grinned devilishly.
“How long have they been in there?” she asked.
“A few minutes,” Kiersten said cautiously.
Jenna rolled her eyes a little. “I think he’s just trying to get a rise out of Jacob, fucking all his former favorites right here in front of him.”
“Is it working?” I asked.
Jenna shrugged. “You’d have to ask Jacob.” She leaned in closer, studying Piper and Adams. “Yeah, it’s eleven inches, but I’d rather take Jacob’s nine any day. He knows how to use it.”
I blinked at her words.
It was one thing to know abstractly that Jacob was incredibly experienced. But something about hearing Jenna say this— pretty, popular, cute Jenna— made my throat dry. Had Jenna and Jacob had sex? It was possible. I had to know.
“So, you and Jacob have…” I began.
Jenna and Kiersten exchanged a sort of confused glance, then Jenna said, “We were together, for a while.”
“The school’s golden couple. Football star and soccer diva,” Kiersten said.
“Oh,” I said. That’s right— Jenna was one of the athletes. And they’d been in that photo together…
“You two should get back together. You were adorable,” Kiersten went on.
“We’ll see,” Jenna said, smiling. I forced my face to stay blank. I didn’t feel like I had any right to be upset— for starters, no one knew that Jacob and I were anything more than perhaps a hookup or two, and neither of us had even truly confirmed THAT. Plus, even though I was certainly exclusive with him, Jacob and me had never really discussed whether or not we were exclusive. And lastly…this was Jenna. She was tiny and cute and had a million things in common with Jacob. They had a history. They had a relationship.
“I’m going to go get a drink,” I said, and hurried away. Kiersten said something in response, but I was moving too fast to hear it. I wanted to talk to Jacob, but didn’t feel right running up to him in the middle of a party, pelting him with relationship questions.
“You again,” the bartender said as I walked up.
“Me again,” I answered. “Something that looks like it has alcohol in it, but doesn’t, please.”
The bartender’s eyes went wide. “Wait, you aren’t pregnant, are you?”
I scowled. “No, I just don’t want to drink.”
“Respect,” the bartender said, smiling and preparing me some sort of clear beverage in a rocks glass. “The only reason half the people here get drunk is so they have an excuse when they hook up with the wrong person. Which is my nice way of saying I saw Piper go upstairs with Adams, and they’re both in the wrong on that one.”
“They’re having a great time, though,” I said sarcastically, and the bartender laughed.
“That’s bold of Adams, anyway. There’s a rule about stuff like that here. The alumnus that donated this house was one of those backward conservatives— fine with drinking, but sex and drugs aren’t allowed. If anyone reports Adams and Piper, the house goes back to the school.”
“Seriously? Don’t people have sex here all the time? I saw Jacob and a girl in the back garden, the first time I was here,” I said.
“The rules state the house is to be sex-free, not the garden,” the bartender said, waggling his eyebrows.
“Oh. That’s one hell of a technicality,” I said, nodding. I hesitated. “So, you know everything, right?”
“Naturally,” the bartender answered.
“Jenna and Jacob Everett. Tell me about them?”
“Ah,” he said, looking intrigued as to why I was asking all this. “They’re both superstars at their sports. I think they sort of get one another— you know, the athletic thing, the locker room thing, the getting grass stains on your clothes thing. They were off and on a lot, but I think everyone more or less expects them to be on again at some point. Are they on again? Did you hear something?”