41. Olivia #3
“Nothing underneath,” he curses under his breath.
“If I had known that when I climbed into bed with you…” He trails off, leaning forward to wrap his fingers around my neck and pull my lips to his, tenderly kissing me.
“Today is about you,” he mutters against my lips.
“I want you to lie back, and I’ll give you a preview of how every morning is going to be.
I want to worship you like the precious jewel you are.
You’re my treasure, Spitfire. You’re the light at the end of the tunnel for me.
My endgame. You think you can slip away, but you won’t.
I won’t let you.” He kisses down my body with a groan, stopping at both nipples to suck them into his mouth while twirling his tongue around them.
“Don’t hold back, Spitfire,” he whispers, settling between my legs as his big brown eyes peek up at me.
“Let me hear what you’ve denied me for five years.
Let me hear it loud and clear,” he murmurs, sucking on my clit.
Pleasure soars through my body. My back practically lifts off the fucking mattress as my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck. This feels too fucking good.
“Jasper,” I moan loudly, gripping his hair and keeping him there as I grind against his relentless tongue and devilish lips.
“Good girl,” he grits out, diving back in.
His tongue moves in circles over my clit as the pressure builds inside me like an explosion waiting to finally release.
I chant his name shamelessly. Hoping no one else in the dorm building hears my cries of pleasure.
Over and over again, I ride his face as his hips pump into the mattress and he shudders between my legs with heavy breaths.
I moan loudly until I come on a silent scream, trapping his head between my thighs, and he groans against me.
I suck in several breaths, coming down from my high. Every inch of me feels loose and satisfied.
Freedom.
JJ wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he lifts himself up and sits between my legs, grinning and looking at me with blown eyes.
He takes me in from head to toe again, stopping at my heaving chest and licking his lips.
JJ makes a face and flinches, then removes his hearing aids and carelessly throws them near his pile of clothes.
My eyes fall to the massive wet spot in the front of his boxers, and my eyes widen at the realization.
Holy fuck.
My breath quivers and my pussy spasms, begging for more of him. But I hold off.
“Yes, you made me cum in my pants,” he signs as a blush spreads across his cheeks.
“How will I explain that one, Olivia?” My heart soars in my chest when he signs my name, which he created only for me.
The same sign he gave me when he confronted me, and I felt like the walls were closing in.
Now, it’s different. Something feels different between us.
A shift. “It’s been a long time…” he signs, dropping his hands as his brows furrow.
“We haven’t been with anyone else, you know? ”
“You haven’t?” I quickly sign, a small amount of guilt pouring through me. I didn’t wait for them. Why would I? They were the monsters in my dreams, coming to kill me over and over again. “Why?”
It seems odd to me that three teenage boys would stop engaging with other people when I left this world.
To them, I was in a grave. Dead. Gone forever.
They had an entire college at their fingertips.
Why not indulge and lose themselves in other people?
My heart soars into my throat, thumping rapidly when a sadness crosses his eyes.
“Heartbreak,” he simply signs, shaking his head. “Couldn’t imagine it with anyone else, but you.”
“I…” I stall, not realizing how bad this admission might fuck with him.
And me. They’ve waited the entire five years I’ve been dead, keeping to themselves.
They haven’t strayed. Not because they thought I was coming back.
Because they were so torn and broken, they couldn’t imagine doing it with someone else.
I haven’t.
I’ve taken what I wanted when I wanted it.
How I wanted. I never had a single regret.
Granted, it took me a few years to get there.
Three, to be exact. I couldn’t imagine trusting men again.
Or anyone, for that matter. Not like that.
Even now, I’m not interested in relationships. I’m too bruised and broken to move on.
At least for now.
Maybe one day.
“It’s okay,” he signs with a slight nod. “Is that why you were with Malic?” he asks with slight disapproval on his face.
Fuck. Right. He wanted to discuss my hookup with Malic. My cheeks heat at the memories of him in the bathroom.
I lick my lips, nodding. “It was my first night back here. I was hurting. So badly. So I hooked up with a stranger. I’ve done that a few times. I thought—” I’d never see him again. Or think about him again.
JJ grabs my hands, quickly stopping my explanation, and brings his burning gaze to mine.
“No explanations,” he signs with a head shake, despite the hurt sparking behind his brown eyes.
“You don’t have to tell me. Even now. Even after what we did.
” He gestures to my nude body with a heated look.
“It’s okay. Maybe one day, okay?” He leans in, gently kissing my cheek, and pulls back.
“One day I’ll get to call you my girl again. I know it’s not today.”
Butterflies swoop inside my stomach at his admission. He wants a fresh start. To go back to what we used to be? Would Mack and Huxley want that too? If they were innocent?
“What about Huxley and that bitch?” I sign, pursing my lips.
A grin breaks out on JJ’s face. “Jealous?” he asks with a smug look.
“No,” I quickly retort. “Not jealous. But her? Really? She stabbed me in high school, you know?” I sign and then point to the long scar on my arm from the time she attempted to scare me in the bathroom.
Okay, it was an attempt. I was scared. She always had this possessive streak about her toward the guys.
Huxley in particular. For whatever reason.
It seems that possessive bullshit followed her into college, but this time she got what she wanted.
“We’re aware,” he signs with a deadly expression. “But it wasn’t his choice. You know that, right? It’s a stupid alliance for business purposes.”
I roll my eyes. “You assholes and your business marriages.”
He snorts. “You’re right. It is dumb. We hate it. Huxley hates it. I’ve been trying to find a loophole for him. But you know how it goes.”
Yeah, I do. Because I was in one, too, before my father changed his mind. It was bullshit then, and it’s bullshit now. The only difference is that my fake death freed me from it.
I swallow hard. “A loophole?” I question.
I know the perfect loophole. One they won’t see coming.
Because no one knew. Not even Mack and JJ.
It was something between Huxley and me. Something special.
Sacred. Forbidden. It was to save us both from the fates we knew were in front of us.
And now, it would probably save him from a life with Amanda. That bitch.
“There is none,” JJ signs sadly with a huff. “But I’ll keep looking. No matter what.” He gives me a sure nod, as his gaze roams down my nude body again. It’s not fair that I’m the only one who got naked.
Right now, I ache to see him, too. Feel him again.
To see all the changes in his body besides his bare, naked chest. His eyes devour me more, and he stops his gaze on the scars lining my body.
“I’ll make whoever did this to you pay. You understand that, right?
” he signs carefully and leans over me, kissing my lips one last time and letting me taste myself on his tongue.
My eyes squeeze shut as I fall into him one last time, letting his hands roam over my breasts and finally landing on my hips.
He groans into my mouth loudly as his tongue twirls with mine.
Even though there’s a niggling doubt in the back of my mind, I could stay like this all day with JJ.
In his arms, wrapped in his desperate kisses.
Wandering hands that feel like home and have meaning.
Despite our torrid past. A past that I’m starting to doubt the memories of.
Not the good times. The good times were the realest thing I had in my life.
The memories I search for when my heart is sinking, and I need a light at the end of the tunnel.
Them.
It’s the fire. The killings. Everything that happened that night. They’re all wrapped in warped memories. Through haze and smoke. If the timestamps are right, then JJ and Mack were nowhere near this fucking town.
Only Huxley is a loose end. A loose end I want to understand.
I jump out of my skin when the loud bang of our dorm suite crashes open and then closes.
“Honey, I’m homeeee!!” Simon sings outside my bedroom door, which I am positive isn’t fucking locked. “And I’ve got some teeaaaaaa!” he sings again, footsteps advancing on my fucking door.
Shit!
I pull back from JJ with wide eyes. He won’t be able to hear Simon stomping around the apartment without his hearing aids charged. I shake my head, and his brows furrow until my frantic fingers fall in front of his face.
“Simon’s home!” I sign quickly, throwing JJ off me and onto the bed. He lands with an umph, staring at my naked ass as I fly off the damn bed and make it to my door in time to make sure it was locked.
“Oli!” Simon huffs, knocking on the door. “I know you’re in there. I heard your footsteps. Come outttttt. I’ve missed you!” he says, knocking on my door harder this time.
I blow out a breath. “Uh, give me like ten minutes, Man. I’m doing some stuff.” Fuck! Some stuff. I peek over my shoulder as JJ intently watches me from the bed, lying on his side with a smirk.
How am I going to explain this to Simon? JJ in my room?
“Home early?” he signs, cocking his head.