“Why do I get the feeling that you are very skilled at getting information and not giving any?”
“Because you’re smart,” I tell her, smiling. That’s something else that’s new. I’ve smiled all evening. Yeah, I’m seriously strung up over this chick. Prez is going to seriously kick my ass for not following the other girl today. I should worry about that, but I’m not going to. I don’t actually give a damn right now—probably because I’m thinking with my dick.
A throbbing hard dick that’s dying to get inside this sassy little redhead…
“Are you jailbait, Red?”
“What would you do if I said yes?”
“Back off, at least for now. I’ve done a stint in jail, don’t really have an inclination to go back any time soon.”
“Yeah, it’s not a fun place,” she says, her green eyes clouding.
“What does a pretty little thing like you know about jail?” Damn, if I’m not getting the vibe that she does. Seems Red has a lot of layers and damn if I’m not liking every single one of them.
“It’s been fun, Grunt, I’m sure I’ll see you later,” she mutters, turning away from me.
I grab her wrist, pulling her back around. She spins in my direction, her hand coming out to slap against my chest to steady herself.
“What the hell?” she huffs, clearly pissed off.
“You either call me Luke or baby, or some shit like that. The name Grunt never passes your lips again, Red.”
She opens her mouth to give me more sass but must think twice about it, because it snaps shut a second later. Then, her eyes narrow, and I swear to God her eyes look like they’re throwing fire at me. It’s burning me too—right in the fucking balls. When I get a hold of this girl, I may not let her out of my bed for a week.
“How about I don’t talk to you ever again? Then, we don’t have to worry about whether I call you Grunt or asshole. How does that work for you, baby?”
“I’ve warned you once, Red. That’s the only warning you get. Personally, I want you to push me. I’d take great pleasure in punishing your sweet ass.”
“Punishing…” Her eyes dilate as she says that one word, her ivory skin, heating with color. “My sweet ass?” she screeches. “Are you delusional? You’re not getting anywhere near my ass and if you try, so help me God, I’ll cut off your balls and serve them to you!”
“There’s my fire,” I growl, putting my hand at the back of her neck and taking her mouth, my cock so hard that it’s painful.
Jasmine holds her body stiff, not giving in at all. I plunder her mouth with a bruising force, my hold on her neck just as punishing. I don’t allow her to get away from me, to run from this. I feel the vibration of her humming and slowly her body softens, and she begins kissing me back. Her tongue fighting for dominance, trying to take over. I don’t let her. Jasmine needs to learn that I’m in charge, but I’ll give her everything she needs and more.
She will…in time…
6
Jasmine
“Will you pay attention to me?” Gabby chastises.
My head jerks away from the window to look at her. I don’t even pretend that I was listening. I don’t have that in me today.
“Sorry. What were you saying?”
“What is up with you today, Jazzy?” Gabby mutters clearly exasperated.
When Gabby gets upset, her brow crinkles up and her eyes narrow. She really is beautiful, but when she’s pissed she reminds me of a teacher I had in grade school. Ms. Hester was so intimidating when she was mad. She walked around with a ruler slapping against her hand and you just knew it was going to come down like the hammer of Thor and get your hand at any moment. Ms. Hester didn’t care that the world had shifted away from corporal punishment. She was more of the spare the rod, spoil the child mindset.
“Nothing,” I lie. “Just have crap on my mind.”
“Shit, is Officer Jerk-Off bothering you again?”
“Nah. It’s been silent on that front at least,” I mutter, not liking even wasting a moment thinking about Dewayne.
“That’s good. I still think you needed to tell your father what the dickhead did.”
“It’s not worth it, Gabby,” I murmur, picking at the pasta in my plate. We’re eating at an Italian place in London. Gabby is getting ready to go back to college. I gave up on college. That’s another thing my parents aren’t taking that great. Heck, at this rate, I feel like nothing but one giant failure in my parents’ eyes. At least they got one perfect child in Hawk. He’s getting ready to start medical school in the fall.
“Maybe, maybe not,” she says, but I ignore her. She wouldn’t understand.
“Well, if it’s not Officer Jack Off, it’s something. Why are you so quiet? Where’s that bitchy Jazzy I know and love?”
I sigh. She’s right. I am quiet. It’s been three days and I haven’t seen Luke again. After he came on so strong, and the great evening we had together, the last thing I expected from him was a disappearing act.
Who does that?
Go home with me baby, I’ll rock your world…
And then just silence.
He’s another player, just like Dewayne. I have to have something inside of me, some kind of chemical that lures assholes to me like a bee to honey.
“Have you heard from Dom?” I ask Gabby, changing the subject. Once she gets started on Dom she forgets everything else. She’ll whine about him for the rest of the day, which sucks, but it’s better than me having to tell her about Luke.
“Not a fucking word and I’ve about had it, Jazz. If he can just throw me to the curb like that, I don’t need his ass.”
“To be fair, he’s in a bad situation, Gab. I mean, his brother is hung up on you.”
“I love Thomas, don’t get it twisted. But, he’s like my brother. Kissing him was like…kissing someone’s ears. Kinda gross,” she says, scrunching up her face like she just sucked a lemon.
“Hold up,” I cry, sliding back from the table to look at my best friend who just apparently grew another head while I wasn’t looking. “You kissed Thomas?”
She looks up at me, her mouth open, as if she didn’t realize what she just confessed. Her cheeks turn pale pink—and since her complexion makes her look like a bronze goddess, that means if it were me, I’d be red as a beet.
“Well, yeah.”
“Oh my God, Gabby! What were you thinking?”
She slaps her fork down against her dish. It makes a large clanging noise that sounds like it might have possibly cracked the plate. I ignore it however, never taking my gaze from her.
“Quit acting like that, Jazz.”
“Like what?”
“All holier than thou. Like you haven’t done worse!”
“You kissed Thomas!”
“So? I had to see if there was anything there, didn’t I? Dom was being an asshole and I just needed to feel… special. Thomas has me on a pedestal. It was…”
“Stupid. Stupid is the word you’re searching for Gabby.”