JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,69
he saying I’m a mime?
I meant to move, or speak, or hell, even look away, but suddenly I couldn’t do any of the above. All I could focus on were his eyes, and all I could think of, was what the bartender had said earlier: That Jacob Everett had a nine-inch cock.
Heat started to rise up my neck, and I knew without having a mirror that I was turning dark red. This seemed to please Jacob; a smile teased at the edge of his mouth.
“She’s new. She’s a freshman, actually,” Piper said, speaking quickly, like this conversation was a nuisance.
“A freshman!” Jacob said, looking surprised— but the wry smile was still there. “You don’t look like the other freshman, Mime.”
“Sasha,” I finally managed to say, though the word came out more whispered than I intended.
Jacob’s smile widened, though didn’t get any less….what was it, exactly? Dazzling? Clever? Surveying? There was something about the way he was staring that told me he knew exactly how paralyzing his eyes were, and was enjoying watching me squirm. I swallowed and realized that heat was spreading from my chest down to my hips; when Jacob leaned a little closer, all but edging Piper out of the conversation, I pressed my lips together and felt the first wave of wetness in my panties.
“Sasha the mime, “ Jacob said, his voice seductive somehow. He was wearing some sort of cologne, or deodorant, or something, and it was dizzying. “Where are you from, Sasha?”
“The middle of nowhere,” Piper said quickly, and leaned back, hard enough to push Jacob back into his central spot and nearly knocking me off the couch entirely. I had to stand up to avoid just sliding off the arm.
Piper continued speaking without so much as looking at me. “I thought she might have a good time meeting some of the freshmen players, so I brought her along. She doesn’t know anything about football.”
“Really! Interesting,” Jacob said, finally looking back at Piper.
Piper’s spine seemed to straighten under his gaze. “Yeah, I had to explain the ticket lottery to her, even. She’ll figure it out. I think she and Barrett would be adorable together,” Piper said.
“Oh, they would!” someone— one of the nearby girls— said quickly, and stepped closer to me. “Seriously. He’s a linebacker, muscles for days and so sweet. I can go introduce you if you want.”
“You should! Really, I think he’s in the front,” another girl said, and before I totally knew what was happening, I was being led away. I looked back over my shoulder, meaning to spot Piper’s face, but instead I once again found Jacob’s eyes— it was so easy to find his eyes, his and mine clicking together like puzzle pieces. My lips parted— I wanted to say something, but what? It wasn’t like I could call out his name. I’d barely even spoken to him, and besides, Piper was now wiggling her way into his lap. But his eyes were boring into me, and then, to my delight— and surprise— his gaze was running down my body. Even while being pulled away, I inhaled at the feel of his eyes on me, at the realization they were lingering on my breasts, on my hips, on my legs…
“This is Barrett!” the girl— who the hell was this girl?— said, spinning me around and nearly throwing me into the arms of a kind-faced and slightly pudgy football player.
“Hi, Barrett— I’ll be right back,” I said, relieved to find that without Jacob’s eyes on me, I’d regained the power of speech. I smiled at him, then hurried toward the porch.
Air, I needed air, and now.
Football House’s porch was still packed with people, but I wound my way to the backside, behind the kegs and away from the heat of the other partygoers. I put my hands on the railing and took a deep breath. What was wrong with me? It was just some guy— some arrogant guy who had a parade of women ready to suck his cock, one of whom was apparently my suite mate.
But I’d never had someone look at me like that— like they not only wanted, but planned to undress me. Me—a country girl, clubhouse waitress, nineteen-year-old-freshman, virgin. He hadn’t looked at Piper like that, had he?
No. He had, I cautioned myself. Surely he had— I figured he must have one of those gazes that made you feel like the only girl in his world, even though that’s not true.