Jess
It’s a longer cab ride from the hotel to the beach than from campus, but it gives me time to think.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get the image of what I saw earlier out of my head.
Maybe I should have called them both out on it right then and there, but I didn’t have the balls.
I mean, how often do you see your best friend and your Little making out in the back of semi-formal?
It’s not even the kissing that bothers me.
At least, I don’t think so. I mean, I’m not exactly cool with it, but then again, whatever – who am I to judge, right?
But why did they have to lie to me? Bo’s been making me feel like shit about how we never hang out and Ashlei has been sneaking around at all hours of the night.
Is that where she’s been going? To be with Bo?
God, just thinking about it makes my blood boil.
What’s with all the fucking secrets around here?!
I let everyone in on my dirty laundry. Hell, not only do I hang it up to dry in front of all my sisters but I practically ask them to take pictures and post them on social media.
I couldn’t give two shits what they think about my scandals.
Maybe that’s where I’m doing it wrong. I missed the memo about not sharing shit with your fucking sisters.
When the cab finally pulls up to the bar, I toss two twenties over the seat and bolt for the door.
Jarrett sees me before I even make it to the entrance.
I’m not sure if it’s because he knows me or just because he knows my body but as soon as his eyes meet mine, he drops the glass he’s cleaning.
Planting one hand hard on the bar, he balances himself and jumps up and over the bar.
He strides toward me purposefully and tosses the small white bar towel behind him just in time to catch me as I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him, crashing my mouth down on his.
“Are you finally done with those little boys?” His voice is low, husky, needy.
I kiss him harder, fisting his shirt in my hands and not giving two fucks if anyone is watching us. “I’m done with everyone.”
Jarrett doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t poke and prod to get me to talk to him.
He doesn’t tell anyone inside the bar that he’s leaving or that he’ll be right back.
He just carries me back out the door, across the parking lot, and out to the beach.
Dropping me down onto one of the cushioned beach chairs owned by the bar, he rips his board shorts down to his ankles and pushes my short, mint green dress up to my hips.
He wastes no time, tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolling it down over his massive cock before burying himself inside me.
And then, everything else is lost. Jarrett’s hands and mouth completely own me. They take me down, pull me under, push me deep into the earth until there’s nothing and no one left but me and him.
Just the way I like it.