Chapter Eight
Roux
“C ome with us,” Kayden bites out, spitting out more blood. “It’s not a request.”
His friend Zac snorts out a laugh that boils my blood. If Jordy heard him talk to me this way, he’d be nursing a broken nose too.
“I can’t. Roan said no.”
Kayden’s dark eyes dart back to the campfire where the guys are back at their posts, standing guard over the entire party like they’re the Kings of Chaos rather than Hornets.
My brother has a possessive arm slung over Hollis’s shoulder, glaring into the fire. Cal’s hands are in some girl’s hair as she works her way down his body, but his eyes are lingering at where Ryan and Charlotte are talking. Trey’s attention is on one of the freshmen getting mouthy nearby, his shoulders tense and ready for a fight.
Then there’s Jordy.
He sits in a chair, sipping on a beer, with his legs spread apart and his gaze locked on me.
“It’s because of him, isn’t it?” Kayden asks, drawing my attention back to him. “Jordy?”
“W-What? No,” I blurt out, my tone a little too defensive. “You know how Roan is. He’s overprotective.”
“He’s not your dad.”
I bristle at his words. “No, but he’s doing the best he can to look after me.”
He softens and lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.” His hand lifts and he toys with a strand of my hair. “I’m just stressed and I don’t need the Hornets giving me shit.”
“What are you stressed about?”
“Just some shit my brother wants me to do.” He flashes me a devilish grin as he grabs my hand, pulling us behind his car that’s hidden in the shadows. “Nothing for you to worry about, Roux-Roux.” He pulls me to him, his palms roaming over my ass. “Your only job is to give me a kiss.”
I used to melt over his sweet words whenever he’d blow me off about what’s going on with him. Now, I find them irritating.
“Why are you carrying a gun?” I demand, slightly pushing away so I can see his eyes.
He scowls. “I told you I’m doing shit for my brother.”
“I don’t like it. It’s dangerous. You could get hurt.”
“Nah,” he says, flashing me a smug grin. “That’s what the gun’s for. So I don’t get hurt.”
“Can you please stop provoking the Hornets?”
“Me?” he bites out. “They fucking started it and you know it. We were just fine until they decided I’m not good enough to date you.”
He starts to kiss me, but I duck out of the way, ignoring his pouty frown.
“You’re all bloody.” I lean back in to peck his cheek before pulling away. “Drive safely and text me later.”
“Tomorrow we’ll go party somewhere else. Figure out a way to sneak out since they won’t let you come with me,” he says, taking my hand. “We haven’t had much time alone and I miss you.”
“I’ll try,” I offer, though I know it’ll be virtually impossible now with Jordy home with us.
“Try what?” Ryan says, walking over to us with Charlotte tucked under his arm.
“Nothin’, man,” Kayden replies. “You still want some candy?”
Ryan stiffens. “No.”
I dart my eyes back and forth between them. Kayden gives him a knowing grin before patting Ryan on the shoulder and leaning in. He whispers something to him and I don’t miss the fact that he slips something into Ryan’s pocket. Ryan nods.
“We’re headed to the party at Zac’s,” Charlotte tells me. “You sure you can’t convince Roan?”
“Hollis let you go?”
“Hollis isn’t my dad,” she bites out.
I flinch at her words. She’s off. Her head is leaned against Ryan and she pets his chest like he’s the softest pillow in the world.
“Maybe you should stay with me,” I say, stepping close to take her hand.
“Don’t be a cockblocker,” Ryan snaps at me.
“Don’t be a dick,” Kayden barks at him.
“I want to go with Ryan,” Charlotte tells me. “Stop worrying so much.”
“Can I talk to you for a second?” I start to tug her away from her boyfriend, who glowers at me, but she stops me, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry Roan’s being a dick and won’t let you go, but I never get alone time with Ryan. He’s my boyfriend. I want to spend time with him.” She sighs. “I love you, Roux. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Ryan shoots me a triumphant grin before leading Charlotte away from me. I hate that Hollis hasn’t forbidden her to go like Roan did me. But I guess their situation is different. My brother has pull over me. Hollis has no pull over Charlotte.
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Kayden promises. “She’s my friend too.”
I give him a quick hug. “Thank you.”
He tries to kiss me again, but I sidestep it, his kiss landing on my cheek instead. I get a grumble but then he saunters off, calling out for Zac. With a heavy sigh, I turn and head back to the party to go find Hollis. Charlotte may not have to answer to him, but I still think he should be aware of where she’s going.
As I approach, I don’t see Jordy, Hollis, or Roan.
Cal’s getting his dick sucked by Tarrin. He’s such a manwhore and she’s a slut. Gross. Trey laughs when he sees me glaring at them.
“Best you go on, Little Hornet,” Trey calls out. “The grownups are doing grownup things.”
Tarrin, spurred on by his words, starts slurping and bobbing like her life depends on it. I roll my eyes, ignoring those two.
“Where’d the guys go?” I ask, climbing up the steps onto the porch.
“The wives went to their tent to fuck like bunnies,” Trey says and snorts out another laugh. “The convict is in the cabin taking a leak.”
Yuck.
I don’t want to think about my brother and Hollis fucking. Making my way past Trey, I head inside to find Jordy. He’s sprawled out on the pullout sofa, staring up at the ceiling, his eyes hooded.
“Hey,” I mutter.
His body tenses and his eyes snap to mine. “Thought you left.”
“Roan doesn’t want me to go. Plus, I told you I was going to check on him, not go with him.”
“Is he hurt?”
“He’ll live.”
“Pity.”
I let out a heavy sigh. “You should behave so you don’t get your ass thrown back in prison.”
“Come here,” he orders, patting the bed beside him.
A thrill shoots down my spine. “Okay.”
Kicking off my shoes, I make my way over to him and then sit down. He hauls me to his chest, hugging me to him.
Several long seconds pass, my heart hammering in my chest. Neither of us speaks or moves. When the racing in my heart slows, I tentatively touch his pectoral muscle over his shirt. His nipple is hard and I can’t help but run my fingertip over it.
“Roux.” The warning in his voice makes every muscle in my body quiver.
“Hmm?”
“Just let me hold you.”
“That’s it? You just want to hold me?”
“That’s all I can do.”
I slide my palm lower, rubbing over his ridiculously hard abs. His breath hitches. I tease my fingertips along the hem of his shirt that’s ridden up, stroking the hair of his happy trail.
“Roux,” he rasps out, his voice a guttural growl.
“I’m just cuddling,” I say in the most innocent tone I can muster. “I missed you. That’s okay, right, Jordy?”
He groans, his breathing growing heavier. I don’t move my hand from the small sliver of skin between his belt line and shirt. I’m not blind to the way his cock strains against his shorts.
“Does your boyfriend know you’re cuddling with me?” he asks in a husky tone. “Is he going to shoot me?”
His words chill me to the bone. “Don’t say stuff like that.”
“I think you like playing dangerous games,” he rumbles. “First by dating that piece of shit, and now by pushing the limit with me. Are you trying to get hurt?”
“We’re just cuddling,” I retort.
“And you wish you were cuddling my dick,” he says in a smug tone. “If I asked you to peel your little panties off and climb on my cock, you would. Boyfriend or not, you’d fuck me, Roux, because you want what you shouldn’t. You want something dangerous.”
Turned on by his words, I slide my palm down, but before I can reach his dick, he grips my wrist hard.
“But I’m not some douchebag like Wheelhouse,” Jordy growls. “I’m here to protect you at all costs. Even if that means protecting you from me.”
I jerk my hand from his grip and start to climb off the bed, but he pulls me to him, my back flush to his chest. His powerful arm curves around my middle, holding me in his protective embrace. He nuzzles his nose in my hair. All the anger that surged up inside me has melted away as I allow myself to be held by this man. I’ve missed him so much.
“Everything feels so messy,” I whisper. “Since you came back.” Tears flood my eyes and spill out, soaking the bed below.
“I’ll clean it up,” he assures me, his hot breath tickling my hair.
His cock is hard behind me, but unlike Kayden, he doesn’t rub it against me. Jordy simply holds me like I’m the most important thing in his world. It’s confusing and infuriating, and also incredibly satisfying.
“You confuse me,” I whisper.
He kisses my head. “I confuse myself.”
“Was my dad nice?”
A laugh barks out of him. “Nice? Your dad? Not the word I’d use to describe him.”
I twist around to face him. His eyes are nearly closed and he smells like liquor. It makes me wonder if I could get away with kissing him.
You have a boyfriend.
That I don’t like. Not like this.
For the first time since I started dating Kayden, I come to the conclusion I need to break up with him. It’s not fair to either of us. He wants to have sex and I don’t want to. Not with him at least.
But with Jordy?
I always loved him. Like a brother. But now… Now everything is different. He’s always been so hot, but I’ve never been affected like this. I practically melt at his touch and hang on his every word. I crave to touch every part of him and have him touch every part of me.
I want him so much.
“What word would you use to describe him then?” I ask, my lips close to his.
“Total dickhead.” He chuckles. “He looks after his own, though.”
“You were his?”
He opens his eyes, his dark browns pinning me. “We’re family, Roux. Always have been. Always will be.”
I don’t think family lies tangled up this way, eager to get naked and kiss.
“I’m still a virgin,” I whisper. “I know I made it seem like I wasn’t before, but I am. I don’t want you to think I’m a ho like Tarrin, though Kayden probably wishes I were.”
He spreads a possessive palm over my ass, squeezing. “You’re worth waiting for. When you’re ready to have sex, it should be on your terms, not some horny-ass douchebag who just wants to bag a virgin.”
I’m ready.
But not with Kayden.
If Jordy would give me the time of day, I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me. With Jordy, it feels safe. Comfortable. Like home.
“I’m ready,” I breathe, brushing my lips against his. “Kayden’s just not the right one.”
Jordy brings his face closer to mine, kissing my jaw. “The right one will be worth it. Whenever it happens. Just hold out for the right one.” His lips trail a searing line along my jaw. “Don’t give it to him .”
I tilt my head up, groaning when his lips part and he kisses the side of my neck. His tongue flicks out, sending currents of desire right to my core. I let out a moan, my fingers biting into his bicep. He sucks the skin on my neck gently. Shivers ripple through me. His tongue drags back up to my jaw and he nips me there.
This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
My body begs for his touch, trembling and whimpering in need.
His palm slides down my outer thigh until he meets bare skin beneath the hem of my dress. Slowly, he drags the material up, his fingertips leaving a trail of fiery heat. He sucks on my neck again, this time a little harder. Our breathing is heavier and each hot breath on my flesh turns me on further. I’m squirming with desire. I want him to strip me and claim me.
He pulls my thigh up over his hip. A draft of air flutters over my wet panties, making my cheeks burn with heat. His mouth opens wide, like he’s trying to devour me. Teeth scrape over the pulsing vein in my neck. I whimper, wanting him to bite me. Instead, he sucks me hard, to the point of pain. I cry out, inching my leg higher up his hip, needing friction. Needing him. He slides his palm up under my dress, teasing his fingertips under the edge of my panties on my ass.
“Jordy’s passed out!” Trey booms from the other side of the door.
I fly out of Jordy’s arms. He reaches over to tug my dress down before pulling the blanket up over me. My heart is hammering in my chest. This thing happening between me and Jordy feels good, but I’m under no delusions that Roan will be okay with it.
Roan will freak.
And if Trey or Cal or Hollis were to find us doing what we were just doing…
I don’t want to know.
Jordy just got back. The last thing he needs is all the Hornets hating him. He needs support and love.
Trey walks into the cabin, stumbling and cursing. When he sees us in the bed, he cocks his head. “We fuckin’ Little Hornet?”
Jordy growls. “ We aren’t doing anything. I don’t like Roux out there alone. I’m keeping her safe.”
Not a lie.
Not completely.
“Hmph,” Trey says, kicking off his shoes as he heads our way. “Scoot your asses over. I’m not sleeping on the floor and Cal took Tarrin Hooker to my tent.”
“Fine, but your drunk ass is sleeping next to me, not Roux,” Jordy growls. “Understood?”
Trey laughs as he crawls into bed, playfully cuddling Jordy from behind. “If you wanted some ass, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”
Jordy rolls his eyes but lets his friend pretend to rut against him. His dark eyes are locked on mine, a storm of brewing emotions. Guilt. Anger. Lust. Confusion. He doesn’t try to kiss me or touch me, but he doesn’t look away from me.
“Go to sleep, Roux,” he murmurs, stroking his fingers down the length of my arm.
“I’m not tired.”
His dark eyes fall to my lips and he lets out a heavy sigh. “Please.”
“Shhh,” Trey groans. “I’m having sex dreams about Jordy’s ass. Stop interrupting, kiddo.”
Jordy laughs and it’s infectious. Both Trey and I laugh too. With my soul a little lighter at hearing Jordy’s rare laugh, I relax and my eyes flutter closed. A few times I pop them back open to find Jordy’s stare never wavering.
I don’t know what’s happening with us, but I don’t want it to stop.