I'm horny, and these assholes need to leave.
That is the only thought currently running through my mind right now. I swear, they’ve been huddled in the kitchen, talking, for hours. I want them to get the damn hint and leave, but it’s no use.
Walking over to Jagger, I shove my hand into the back of his jeans and squeeze his ass. He turns to face me, a questioning look on his face. I pull my hand out of his jeans before grabbing his belt loop and biting my bottom lip, giving him my best smoldering look.
Yeah, I’m not against pushing my tits toward him to get what I want.
He clears his throat and tells them all to get lost before wrapping his arms around me and squeezing my ass in return. I grin at him and look over his shoulder to see both Beck and Mad shaking their heads. "I hope like hell he doesn't come kill you for touching his sister." I wince, my mind going back to replay the last time we saw Ridge.
The thought of him hitting me is the one thing that plays over and over in my head — me getting in between him and Jagger, Ridge’s fist hitting me on the side of the head.
"We need to find him," Jagger says.
I don’t bother listening to them anymore. Instead, I pull out of his arms and make my way to his bedroom. I don’t want to know what they are doing to find him. I just want all of this behind me. I want Jagger and me to be able to date without my brother’s drama. Before he wasn’t the guy he is now. He would have never done anything to hurt me before the drugs. I know using causes him to be this person he’s become and there is nothing I can do to change that. I feel so helpless.
Falling onto Jagger’s bed, I close my eyes and wait for him to come into the room, but it doesn’t happen. When my phone beeps with a new notification, I look at it, seeing Ireland's name on the screen.
Bish, I need you to come out tonight!
I sit up and check the time. It's a little after ten. I can't think of a reason for her to want to go out, unless it's to find her a new man to fuck. Maybe the football star is already old news.
What if I have plans already?
I look around Jagger's room, not seeing any of the clothes I brought with me. I mainly only packed clothes I would need for school and home, not ones to go out in.
I need my wingwoman! Get your ass to campus.
Last time, you left me to fend for myself while you played hide the sausage with Mr. Football.
Her response is instant, and I know it's because she's waiting for me to go out with her. Before things with Jagger started, I never questioned a night out. I was always all for it, but now? I just want to curl up in bed with him and watch Netflix…after he's fucked my brains out. God, I'm starting to sound like half of an old married couple, and I'm not even twenty yet.
But you’re my bish. I need you. Puhleese!
I roll my eyes and send her a response.
Fine, but you owe me because I’ll be missing out on hot sex with Jagger.
Oh, please. Like he won’t fuck you before you come out ;)
I toss my phone onto the bed and lay my head back down. He’s not going to like me leaving to go to a party with Ireland after I just had him kick out his friends so I could get laid.
As soon as I get up from the bed to make my way to the shower, I hear Jagger come in. I strip and step under the water before he makes it into the bathroom. It doesn’t take him long to undress and join me. The minute his hands caress my body, I can’t help but moan. I love the way it feels when his rough hands grip me, pulling me into his body.
“Why are you showering?” he asks, nipping my jaw.
I sigh. “Ireland wants me to go out with her.”
He groans in my ear and runs his fingers along my pussy. “So you’re ditching me after I just kicked those fuckers out?”
I nod before he starts to kiss along my neck. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back,” I murmur before his lips attach to my neck and he sucks hard. I try to push him away, but he just holds me in place. I’m going to have a damn hickey there now, and I know he’s doing it just to be an asshole.
He pulls his mouth away from my skin. "You'll be doing more than making it up to me. And now everyone will know you belong to someone." He grins. I just narrow my eyes at him.
"You can be so damn possessive sometimes," I say as I duck my head under the water and let it run through my hair.
"Don't want anyone trying to take what's mine." He nips at my jaw again. "Everyone needs to know to stay away from you. I know you won't let me tag along tonight, so that’s how I'll be staking my claim."
Before I can tell him how barbaric that sounds, he sinks a finger inside me. I gasp at the feeling before melting back into his body. "You're already wet for me. Did you think about me fucking you before sending you out to your girl?" I can't say a word as he continues to work his fingers in and out of me at the most delicious rhythm.
His hands grip my hips and he pushes my back down slightly. I feel the head of his dick running along my ass crack before he moves to my pussy. He slowly starts to press in, my back arching. One of his hands slides up my stomach to my tit, giving it a squeeze as he starts to move inside me. Every flex of his hips brings me closer to the edge. He feels so damn good.
His hand moves to my hair and he grabs it, pulling my head back so he can kiss me. "I love you, Bres,” he grunts in my ear as he continues to thrust in and out of me.
"I love you, too," I whimper. It doesn't take me long to come around his cock, just like I've done time and time again.
When my legs give out, Jagger wraps his arm around my waist, keeping me upright. He continues to thrust in and out of me, chasing his own orgasm. I feel his body tense and he sucks on my neck as he comes.
I pant out as I try to slow my heart rate, but it's no use. Standing up, I lean back against Jagger and close my eyes, letting the water coat my skin.
"Even though I don't want you to go, I will. Just be smart.” He grabs the body soap and pours some on my loofah before running it over my skin, taking his time to wash every inch of me.
"I will," I say. "Once she finds herself a toy for the night, I'm all yours." I turn in his arms and he presses his lips to mine.
"Good. I want you to call when you're ready for me to come get you." He runs his soapy hands over my slit, making me suck in a breath.
“I will,” I murmur before he washes my hair.
Once I rinse it out, he turns the water off and grabs a towel, wrapping it around me. I watch as he gets out, still soaking wet, and leans over to grab a towel from the cabinet under the sink. Fuck, his ass is amazing.
I finally get a good look at the tattoo that dips below his waist. I reach out and run my fingers along the outline of the dragon with a crown. He turns to look over his shoulder at me. "Like it?" I nod.
Once I’m dry, I grab panties, a bra, a pair of sweats, and a tee, then blow dry my hair. Once that’s done, I walk back into the bedroom, seeing Jagger lying against the headboard, his hand resting on his stomach. His eyes are closed, and as much as I want to lie in bed with him, I grab my makeup bag before walking into the bathroom.
Once I finish my makeup, I make my way back into the bedroom. His eyes are still closed, so I walk over to the bed and run my hand along his abs. His hand grabs mine, but he keeps his eyes closed. "What are you doing?" There is a hint of a grin on his face.
“Hoping I can get you to take me to my dorm. I need to change.” I lean forward and press my lips to his.
“Of course.” His eyes open. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I don’t like the idea of you going out, looking hot as hell without me there.”
I snort. “I’ve been going to parties for months. I’ll be fine, babe.” I kiss him quickly before pulling his hand to get him up and off the bed.
He grumbles something before making his way to his closet, grabbing a button-up shirt. "You have plans?" I ask. I didn't expect him to stay home while I went out. Maybe it will be good for him to go out with his friends for a little while. Since I've been staying here, he hasn't gone out with them once.
My phone buzzes. When I check it, I can’t help but laugh at Ireland.
Hurry the F up, whore.
I type out a message.
I’m almost ready. Jagger is going to take me to my dorm to change before dropping me off to meet you.
“Ireland is bitching because I’m late.”
He turns and looks at me with a grin that I know will only lead to me being naked and in his bed if I’m not careful. "Well, I don't care." He smirks at me before pulling a pair of boots from his closet and slipping them on.
Sometimes I don't know where he learned to dress. He's wearing a button-up shirt, a pair of dark wash jeans that have a few holes, and a pair of biker boots that have seen better days. If I weren’t crazy in love with the stupid asshole, I'd tell him he needed to change into something not so…douchey? I don’t even know how to describe it right now.
"Let's go before I change my mind about you leaving tonight," he says, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me toward the door. I go willingly because, truth be told, I'd go anywhere with him.