Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
JAX
I stumble back to Seth, horny and fucking confused about why I just let the football star tongue-fuck me with no resistance. He gave me the option; there was plenty of time for me to tell him to get lost or spit in his face, but instead? I swapped saliva with him, and I really enjoyed it.
I chug the rest of the beer in my can as soon as Seth hands it to me.
“What did you do?” he questions me.
“Shut up.”
“Dude, you, the engineering nerd, just got tongue-fucked by the college football star! Tell me, was it hot as shit? Did he have a boner? Was he big? What did he say? Omg, are you okay?”
“Keep your voice down,” I hiss, looking around like we are drawing some sort of attention, but no one could care less.
No one is looking at us; they’re all just keeping on like it’s a completely normal thing to witness.
Not that I would know, since this is my first party, but I also did come with the expectation of a ton of people just making out in corners.
“Oh God.” My face immediately morphs into shock as a hand flies up to cover my slack jaw. “I’m one of them! I’m the person you see in every movie who just makes out to make out!”
“You are not. You made out with one person, and that one person happens to be really fucking attractive and idolized by half the school, but whatever. It’s not that big of a deal. But hello? Give me deets?”
“Just give me a second to fucking process what the fuck just happened.”
I run over the details in my head, still dizzy from the endorphins. But I feel Mr. Football’s eyes on me, like they’re seeping into my soul.
Chancing a glance, I find exactly as I thought: his brown eyes boring into me as he sips what I assume is beer.
He tasted like it when he kissed me, something hoppy with a bitter taste.
I wonder if it’s out of the keg? Whatever it is, I’d like to know so I can relive that moment again and again.
It was really fucking hot, regardless of who it was with.
I’m sure this will be saved for my spank bank.
“I need more booze.”
That’s all the warning Seth gets before I crush the can in my hand and make my way to the keg.
I throw the can away in a random trash bag hanging off a bar stool as I pass, and then I grab the cup from on top of the dispenser to serve myself.
His presence is felt before I see him, and I’m able to take in his scent.
He smells clean, what I would assume luxury smells like—just rich and manly and very, very yummy.
“Hi.” His deep voice sends a shiver down my spine again before he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.
It’s like we’re long time lovers, but, in reality, we don’t know each other at all.
We’re just two souls who happened to be at the right place at the right time.
Our lives are clearly too different. I’m buried in books, and he’s buried in football and parties.
Both are fine, just very, very different.
“Hi,” I say, my voice breathier than I intend.
“I’d like to get your number.”
I stop pouring, my cup completely full, and step to the side, allowing him to take my spot.
He fills his own cup before turning to me and taking a drink.
Foam covers his top lip, the normally soft pink, pillowy flesh now white with suds that I want to drag my tongue over.
I take a drink too and hold back a moan.
Yep, this tastes exactly like him. Sin, desire, yummy man-ness…
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Another sip of beer to remind myself what I’m going to be missing—it tastes a little more like regret now.
“What? Why?”
“We live two different lives. You don’t want to be with a nerd like me.
You’re the football star, for crying out loud.
Sure, you might be gay, or bi, or pan, or whatever the fuck your sexual orientation is, but you don’t want me.
” I make sure to jab my own finger into my chest, as if we don’t know exactly who we’re both talking about here.
“What? Did your friends put you up to this?”
“No? I don’t understand?”
“It’s okay. That was…undoubtedly hot. I won’t deny that, but come on. It just wouldn’t work.”
With nothing else to say, I turn around and walk back to Seth.
“What was that? And why is he still staring at you?”
“I just turned him down. Can we leave?”
“What the fuck, Jax? Seriously? You turned him down?”
Peeking over my shoulder, I see him still staring, just as Seth said.
“Yeah, I did. I’m over this. I’m going to head out with or without you.”
I don’t even bother turning back towards the front entrance, instead making my way towards some sliding glass doors outside.
I dump the remaining liquid into the grass before placing the empty cup on the back porch.
Seth catches up with me, and we walk around the house, back in the direction we came not even an hour ago.