Chapter 27 Violet #2
Someone had to shut me up? My brain feels like a short-circuited hard drive as it takes a second to reboot from Jagger’s kiss. Someone had to shut me up? When the words finally compute, I shove at his chest with my free hand and raise it to slap the asshole, but he grabs my wrist instead.
“And here I thought we were making progress,” he growls.
“By shutting me up with your mouth?” A maniacal laugh escapes me. Seriously? The audacity of this man clearly knows no bounds.
His eyes fall to my still-tingling lips. “Something like that.” Another twinge hits his jaw as he drags his attention back to my eyes. “Is that all, Little Thief?”
Is. That. All?
Oooo, I want to knee him in the balls right now.
Hell, my knee is itching to, just like it did the first night we met.
Instead, I pull my hand into a fist and stand on my tiptoes, getting all up in his grill the same way he’s gotten into mine on more than one occasion.
“If you ever decide you want to have an actual conversation, let me know.” I try to yank my wrist free, but he holds firm.
“I had to,” he grinds out as if something has finally snapped inside of him.
“Had to what?”
“Had to act interested in her when I wasn’t. When I’m not.”
What is he talking about? Oh. Right. The girl from the classroom. The pit of jealousy in my stomach doubles in size. The way she smiled at him. The way he looked at her when moments before, he’d been looking at me like I was nothing but a piece of shit on his shoe.
“Why?” I demand.
His lips are nothing but a thin line as he analyzes me, though I have no idea what he’s searching for. “You want the truth?” he finally says.
A humorless laugh escapes me. “Wouldn’t that be refreshing—”
“Because if people find out I like you after you walked away with the haunted house earnings, they’re gonna think I favored you.”
Favored me?
I glare at the ground, unable to look him in the eye as I attempt to process what he’s saying.
One, because he said he likes me, and two, because he’s afraid of what other people think?
No offense, but someone like Jagger Harden is the last person I’d ever assume would care about other people’s opinions of him.
“Let me get this straight,” I murmur. “You’re acting like a dick because you feel like you have to? ”
His hand drags along my arm and collarbone before finding my chin. He tilts my head up, the tension so strong, I swear I can taste it. “I’m acting like a dick, because if I don’t, it won’t only fuck me over. It’ll fuck over my brothers, too. And I can’t let that happen.”
I don’t want to believe him. I don’t want to fall for his lies.
But no matter how little I really know Jagger in the big scheme of things, I’ve seen the way he interacts with them.
His brothers. They might like teasing each other and getting under each other’s skin, but they’re his family.
I know he’d do anything for them. And if I had a sibling, I’d be the same way.
But if that’s the case, how did we wind up here?
Alone? If he’s supposed to stay away and act like he’s interested in anyone but me, why were his lips on mine two minutes ago?
“Why did you drag me into this room?” I breathe out. “If you’re supposed to pretend like you aren’t interested…” I swallow past the cotton coating my mouth and wait for his answer because dammit, I deserve one.
Reaching for my laptop, he sets it on one of the empty desks, and I’m too hypnotized by the bastard’s eyes to care.
“Don’t ask me how you do it, Little Thief, but you have a way of stealing all logic.
” His icy gaze drops to my mouth. “You make me feel insane.” His movements are slow as he bends forward, and I can’t help but wonder if…
Holy shit. Is he actually going to do it? Is he going to kiss me again? My breath catches, and I lift my head a little higher, closing the distance between us. When his lips finally skate across mine, I let him in, tasting him.
His fingers tighten against the dip of my waist, and I lean into his touch, letting him take my weight.
This is it. This is the kiss I was waiting for.
The one I knew would wreck me, though I’m too far gone to care.
I grab hold of his bicep, and part my lips a little more.
He slips his tongue inside me, so I drag my own along his.
Tasting. Teasing. Testing. With a low groan, Jagger nips at my bottom lip, then sucks on my tongue.
Stepping us backward, my back hits the wall behind us, and his grip tightens even more, then slides lower.
He grinds against me, letting me feel exactly what I do to him.
Every. Single. Inch. My stomach tightens with anticipation, and I trail my hands along his arms, then shoulders, finally lacing them around his neck and tugging softly on his short hair at the nape.
I can’t help it. I want him closer. I want more.
“Damn, Little Thief.” He nips at my bottom lip again. “Gonna steal my fucking orgasm too?”
I smile against his mouth and tilt my head, giving him a better angle to take what he wants, knowing he’ll return the favor in spades.
Dipping lower, he peppers kisses along my jaw, then neck, sucking on the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear.
Tingles spread along my body, my clit pulsing as I fight for friction.
For more. Seriously, it has been way too long for this girl.
Add in the chemistry I’ve felt building between us for what feels like months, and I’m freaking desperate.
“Jagger,” I beg. “Jagger, I need—”
“I know, Vi.” He slips his hand into my pants, cupping my sex and letting me rub myself against him with a lack of shame and remorse I’ve never felt when it comes to sex.
“Fucking soaked,” he adds, but I’m pretty sure the words weren’t meant for me.
No, it’s like it was his own realization, and I’m too turned on to care.
Shifting his grip slightly, he slides his fingers along my slit, pressing his middle finger into my center and gently pushing inside of me.
With a gasp, I writhe against him, the feeling making me dizzy with need.
“Jagger,” I breathe out.
“I know, Vi,” he repeats with the same low rumble as moments ago. He kisses my parted lips. “I know.”
In and out, he fingers me, pressing his palm against my clit in the middle of an empty classroom. It feels so dangerous, and if I was smart, I’d tell him to stop touching me, but I can’t. It feels too good. Too reckless and addictive and—
“Were you jealous, Little Thief?” he rasps. “Jealous of the way that girl was looking at me?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He presses into me harder, and I grind against his hand.
Okay, it feels so good. His hand. His fingers. The heat of his body, and his gritty voice against the shell of my ear. Mine. It’s all mine. This moment. This feeling.
“I think I like you jealous.” He nips at my bottom lip, stretching me even more. “You’re so fucking tight, Vi. The way you squeeze my fingers.”
“Mmm.” I bite my bottom lip, caught between what his words are doing to me and the feel of his calloused fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. Seriously, I am going to die if I don’t come right here, right now.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look like this, Little Thief?” He presses his forehead to mine. In and out. In and out. “Can’t wait to be inside you.” The idea alone is enough to drive me insane. “Fuck, maybe I’ll bend you over right now and take you here.”
I look toward the closed door. “Someone could walk in—”
“And if they do?” he growls.
I let out a shaky breath and squeeze my eyes shut, too caught up in my throbbing clit to make him stop.
Please don’t stop.
“Don’t worry, Little Thief.” Slipping his free hand beneath my shirt, “I’m gonna make you beg for it.” He pauses, realizing I’m not wearing a bra. “Fuck me, Violet. You’ve been walking around this campus without a bra?”
My bra? That’s what he wants to talk about.
I shake my head, attempting to focus on our conversation instead of his fingers playing with my clit like a damn pianist. “Is that a…” God, this feels so good. “Problem?” I whimper.
He cups my bare breast and pinches my nipple, rolling it between his fingers as if it’s directly connected to my clit.
And hell, with how good it feels, maybe he knows something I don’t.
He’s definitely more experienced than I am.
He tugs again, then cups my breast completely, his large hand swallowing my entire boob.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. ”
My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I fight to keep from doing exactly what he predicted two seconds ago.
Begging him for it. For him to bend me over in the middle of this classroom and fuck me raw.
How does he do it? How does he make me feel so freaking good?
My breath turns ragged as my skin grows hotter and hotter with every sweeping movement.
“Shit,” I breathe out, my pussy practically weeping under his assault.
“That’s it, Violet.” He teases me over and over again, crooking his fingers and massaging me from the inside out. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“It feels so good,” I whisper.
Slipping his free hand from beneath my shirt, he slides it through my hair, cups the back of my head, and kisses me deeper, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he matches the same pace with his fingers.
My heart rate ratchets up, and my eyes roll back in my head, consumed by what this man is doing to me.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, Jagger, please.”
“Patience.” He crooks his fingers once more, and I gasp, the intrusion too much. Too good. Shaking my head back and forth, I grab hold of his wrist, my muscles spasming as he reaches a sensitive bundle of nerves inside of me until I swear I see stars.
“Jagger,” I moan.
“That’s it, Vi. Ride my hand.”
I roll my hips into him, chasing euphoria with every sweep of his fingers.
“That’s it,” he repeats. “Let me watch you fall apart.”
My body trembles, and I squeeze my eyes shut, the sensation too much as tingles spread through my body, wave after wave, my pussy squeezing his fingers.
Legs useless, I lean against him, letting him take my weight while he continues rubbing my clit with his fingers, my lips parting on a silent scream. Holy, freaking…
I slump forward, resting my forehead against his chest, attempting to catch my breath.
Oh. My. Hell. That was the best freaking orgasm I’ve ever had.
Hands down. My chest heaves with another unsteady breath, and a light laugh escapes me.
Slowly, he removes his hand from my underwear, then tugs my shirt down, making sure I’m covered.
Okay, that was good. A little too good.
My knees wobble as I try to maintain my balance, but I still feel like Jell-O.
My only experience with the opposite sex was when I was seventeen, drunk off my ass, and at a party I had no reason to be.
It was messy and anticlimactic. Literally.
But this? Within five minutes of Jagger’s expertise, I’m a quivering mess.
I shove my hair away from my face, reeling. I can’t believe I just did that.
As the bliss slowly fades, I lift my head, and he smiles, slipping his finger into his mouth and licking it clean.
“Next time, gonna fuck you with my mouth.” He crowds me even more against the classroom wall. “Then, I’m gonna fuck you with my cock, Little Thief. And you’re gonna take every inch.”
My head bobs in a jerky nod.
“That’s my girl. Now,” he smooths out my clothes, “You’re going to walk out this room, knowing what it feels like to have my fingers inside you. But you’re not going to tell a soul. Not yet.”
“Huh?” Maybe it’s the post orgasmic haze, but I’m having a hard time following.
As if realizing the same thing, Jagger’s mouth quirks up on one side, and he lifts my chin, kissing me softly. “For now, this stays between us.”
“For now?” I whisper.
He pecks the wrinkle in my brow. “You really think I’m going to let you go, Violet?”
Let me go? As if I’m his to begin with me. I should probably take a second to analyze how I feel about it, but all I can do is breathe out, “You tell me.”
His fingers tighten against my waist when his attention shifts to someone outside the door. “We’ve been here too long,” he mutters to himself and hands me my laptop. “Go. I’ll track you down later, I promise.”