Zak
ZAK
I’m going to fucking kill him. Who the fuck does he think he is? My heart slams against my chest as I picture smashing that pretty face of his in with my lacrosse stick and then finishing him off with my fists. Exhaling, I try to breathe out my anger, instead focusing on the woman in my arms.
She came to me. It doesn’t even matter why. The fact that she was upset, and she chose to come here, means everything. I hold her tighter, murmuring that everything’s going to be okay.
And it will. I fucking swear it. Jamie is too bright a flame to be extinguished. She’s the kind of spark that burns, scorching her mark into the world for all eternity. She needs to shine, and the fact that Louis fucking Chevalier can’t see that means he’s not the right man for her.
But Jaime knows that.
If he was the right man, she wouldn’t have fucked me at the beginning of the year. She would be proudly wearing his ring. And she certainly wouldn’t be crying in my arms.
“What am I going to do?” she asks, her tears soaking through my t-shirt. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Yes, you do,” I whisper against her hair.
She pulls back and my chest tightens at her tear-stained face. Although she’s dressed to kill, in a pinstripe skirt and crisp white blouse, she looks so fucking vulnerable as she looks up at me through damp lashes. I glance around for tissue but there’s none in sight, so I grip the back of my t-shirt and haul it off. Her big brown eyes widen as I use it to carefully wipe away her tears, taking the time to try to fix her makeup a little.
“Your shirt is going to be ruined,” she mutters.
“Don’t care,” I say, sitting back to admire my work.
She shakes her head, and I smile, tossing the t-shirt to the floor. I want so much to reach for her, to touch her in some way, but ever since she left my hotel room, I’ve been trying to walk the ‘friend line’. So, I move away a little and lean against the other wall by my pillow, drawing my knees to my chest. It physically hurts to put distance between us, but I have to, or I’ll do something stupid like kiss her.
“I’m sorry.” She pulls her legs up underneath her. “I’m sure the last thing you wanted this morning was me crying on your shirt.”
“Oh, Kitty Cat.” I shake my head. “It’s like you don’t even know me. Of course, I’d rather you weren’t crying, but I’m here for you always. I’ll take the good, the bad, and the ugly when it comes to you. I’ll take it all and I’ll cherish every fucking second of it.”
She looks at me, and my shoulders tense, wondering if I’ve gone too far, but then she raises her eyebrows and pins me with a stare. “Are you saying I’m ugly right now, Aldridge?”
I bark a laugh and exhale in relief. “Abso-fucking-lutely not. The situation is ugly as hell, but it’s physically impossible for you to be ugly in any way, shape, or form, Kitty Cat.”
She rolls her eyes and leans her head back against the wall, allowing me to look at her properly. I haven’t seen her since the welcome back party, which may only have been four days ago, but things feel different since then. All year, we’ve been on this back and forth, but since Friday night, we’ve spoken every day, which is a first. It’s also the reason I’m sitting as far away from her on the bed as I can.
“You’re wrong,” Jaime murmurs.
“About?”
“Knowing what to do.” She turns her head and looks at me. “I’m so lost, . I feel like I’m drowning.”
The agony on her face is too much, and I roll forward until I’m on my knees before her. Dipping so we’re eye to eye, I reach out and cup her cheeks.
“You do know,” I say softly. “You’re Jaime Smith. The world is yours to take. I know you’re not telling me everything—why you’re so sure you can’t change the path you’re on—but I promise you, you can; because there’s nothing you can’t do, Kitty Cat. Not if you want it.”
She blinks, her expression unreadable as her gaze flits between mine, and I carefully stroke the soft skin of her cheeks, my heart rate spiking as I realize just how close we are. So much for keeping a friendly distance between us. But that’s what Jaime is: a damn magnet, always pulling me toward her.
“That’s not fair,” she says, pulling out of my grasp. “You’ve put me on a pedestal and there’s no way I can live up to the way you see me.”
I laugh softly. “There’s no pedestal, Jaime. I’ve watched from the sidelines for years. Watched you speak your mind. Watched you excel at everything you try. You’re unstoppable, baby. You know this.” I reach out and tap her chest above her heart with two fingers. “You’ve just forgotten. All I’m doing is reminding you.”
She shakes her head, but I can tell my words are starting to seep in. Taking a chance, I reach out and slide my hand around her neck, pulling her forward until her forehead meets mine.
“You have too much faith in me,” she says, her breath warm against my lips.
“No.” I shift and press a kiss to her forehead. “You don’t have enough faith in yourself.” Her eyes fall closed, and I brush my lips against her cheek. “You’ve got this.” I kiss her other cheek. “You do.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “And if you don’t, I’ll be right here to catch you.”
Her eyes open and I reluctantly start to pull back, aware that every brush of my lips is crossing the line that she’s drawn between us, but her hands reach up, fingers sliding against the back of my head, holding me in place. I don’t dare breathe as we stay there, a breath apart and so many words between us.
“Say it again,” she says, so softly, I barely hear it.
I swallow, my body aching with the effort of holding back. “I’ll catch you, Kitty Cat.”
Her eyes flutter closed and her exhale brushes over my skin. I go to move away again, but her grip gently tightens on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Her lips meet mine and although my heart sings, I don’t push, waiting for her to take things further.
It's only when she leans into me, an urgency mixing with the gentle kisses, that I let myself go. Sliding my fingers into her hair, I deepen the kiss, licking into her mouth and pulling her against me. She comes willingly, pushing me backwards onto the bed and climbing on top of me as her fingers roam my bare chest. I smile against her mouth. I love this Jaime—the fierce woman who takes what she wants. Especially, when what she wants is me.
My dick is already half-way to stone when she presses our bodies together, and I groan at the delicious feel of her against me.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I mutter, my fingers sliding up her thighs and under her tight, sexy skirt.
She stills, and when she climbs off me, I press my lips together, cursing my big mouth. But then, her fingers move to the buttons on her blouse. Yes.
Pushing down my sweats and boxers, I kick them off and wrap a fist around my dick as Jaime flicks open one button after another. Her eyes move to where I’m slowly stroking myself, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and my dick jerks in my hand, as though it’s eager to feel the warmth of her perfect mouth again.
Jaime drops the blouse on my floor and, standing there in her sexy skirt and a pale pink bra, her dark nipples just about visible through the lace, I can’t help the needy groan that leaves my throat.
She’s so fucking perfect.
I’m transfixed as she reaches around and unzips her skirt, shimmying out of it in a way that has me gripping my cock instead of stroking it. The all-consuming need I have for this woman blows my mind.
“You look fucking incredible,” I murmur, drinking in the swell of her breasts and the way her pink lace thong sits on her curvy hips.
I go to sit up, no longer able to resist the temptation in front of me, but she steps forward and places a hand on my chest, pushing me back down. My heart hammers beneath her palm, my eyes wide as she climbs on top of me, and I wonder for the millionth time how I got this lucky.
Jaime dips her head to kiss me, her hair a curtain of gold and brown around us, and I reach up to trail my fingertips down her back, smiling as she shivers. My smile is immediately wiped from my face, however, as she reaches between us and slides her thong to the side, pushing the tip of my aching cock inside her. I barely have a second to catch my breath before she slides down with a moan, sitting back and flicking her hair over her shoulder.
My hands go to her thighs, my jaw slack at the sight of her sitting on top of me, her heat like heaven around my cock, looking like a fucking goddess.
Words she’s nowhere near ready to hear queue on my tongue, but I swallow them down, sliding my hands up her body instead and tugging down the lacy cups of her bra. Her head falls back as I roll her nipples between my fingers, my hips shifting as they harden at my touch. She’s driving me over the fucking edge and she’s not even doing anything.
“You need to move,” I grit out.
Her eyebrows raise and she rolls her hips once, pulling a groan from deep in my chest. “Oh, really? And why’s that?”
I drop my hands from her breasts and grip her waist tight. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you so hard, every student at Franklin West is going to hear your screams and know that you’re mine.”
Just to prove my point, I hold her in place as I snap my hips up, and she gasps, her fingers digging into my chest.
“Ride me, Kitty Cat,” I say, releasing my grip and pinching her nipples. “Give me everything.”
And she fucking does.
With a smile on her face, she undulates her hips, gradually building speed until her smirk fades and she’s grinding against me, her eyes half closed and her mouth open as she uses me for her pleasure.
It’s everything.
“Fuck.” She gasps. “I’m so close, .”
Her brown skin gleams with the effort of riding me, and as I reach between us and rub her clit, her rhythm stumbles, her moans loud enough that, if any of my brothers are home, there’s no fucking question I’m getting laid.
It’s something that pulls me in two directions. I don’t want anyone hearing my Kitty Cat’s moans, but I also love the idea of everyone knowing what I do to her. For a split second, I imagine filming her, writhing on my cock, and sending it to fucking Louis, but I push the thought away. I don’t want to think about that asshole.
“ . . .”
Her pleas pull me from my thoughts and I concentrate on rubbing her clit as I sit up and suck her nipple into my mouth. Almost instantly, she clenches around me, her entire body trembling as she moans through her release. I’m addicted to the feeling of her pulsing around my dick, and I grip her hips, fucking up into her fast and hard as I let myself hurtle toward oblivion.
“Fuck!” My orgasm hits me so hard, my entire body tenses, the edges of my vision darkening as I hold Jaime down over my cock with enough force, I’m sure I’ll leave marks. My dick pulses over and over, the sensation so fucking intense I swear I might pass out.
But then Jaime’s lips find mine and it’s like coming home.
Releasing my punishing grip, I wrap my arms around her and pull her flush against my chest, pouring everything I feel for her into each tender swipe of my tongue against hers.
After a while, she pulls away, resting her head against my chest, and we lie there, the rest of the world slowly creeping in. There is literally nowhere else I’d rather be.
“Do you have class?” she asks.
I press a kiss to her head, my hands running up and down her spine. “Doesn’t matter if I do or not. I’m not going.”
She lifts her head to look at me. “You have to go.”
“No. I don’t.”
We stare at each other, and I raise an eyebrow to let her know she can’t push me on this. Eventually she returns to my chest with a sigh.
“I’m going to order pizza,” I say. “You want?”
She nods, and I hold her tighter. We need to clean up at some point, but I’m not going to move until I absolutely have to. I’ve never been jealous of Alex and Sol’s ensuite rooms until this moment. The idea of being able to shower with Jaime, and maybe go for a second round while we’re in there, has my dick waking up. But there’s no fucking way we can do that in the shared bathroom on my floor.
One thing is for certain, though. I’m not letting her leave my room today. As long as she’s here in my arms, the rest of the world can fuck right off. There’s no Louis, no marriage, no life after college. Just us.
It’s a shame we can’t stay here forever.