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Lunch was a tad bit awkward, but we made it through without any death or dismemberment.
When Jagger and Beckett came back to the table, their mood had shifted, but I wasn’t about to get stuck in the middle of whatever it was. I just sat in my chair and made jokes with Ireland, watching the guys scarf down their food like they had never eaten before.
By the time Jagger paid the bill and we walked back out into the parking lot, things were a little less tense. They never said a word about the phone call, but they somehow convey it to Mad without saying a damn word. I swear, they make me want to go all stabby sometimes.
"You want me to drop you off at the dorm, or you want to come back to my place?” Jagger asks as we walk to his bike. His arm is wrapped around my shoulders, his mouth close to my face. Part of me wants to say fuck it and head over to his place so I can have some amazing sex before passing out on his chest, but the logical part of me knows that I should go back to my dorm to do homework.
"Dorm, please," I say as he throws his leg over the bike.
“We doing dinner with your brother?”
“Yeah. I sent him a message during class saying that dinner at seven is good. I hope that works for you.”
He nods and holds out his hand. I take it and swing my leg over the seat and settle in behind him.
The ride to my dorm is short. I almost don't want to get off the bike.
"I'll be here at six forty-five. Be ready,” Jagger says.
I salute him as Maddox brings over my bag, slapping Ireland on the ass as she walks past him. Her mouth falls open. I bury my face in Jagger’s neck to cover my laughter. He runs his hand down my back to my ass, giving it big squeeze before patting it a couple times.
"Wear a dress."
I pull away and stare at him like he’s lost his mind. I can’t wear a dress. I know for a fact he’ll try to play under the table. I don’t need to deal with that while my brother sits across from us. No fucking way.
"No. Not happening." I shake my head, but he grabs my face and kisses me. I'm stunned into silence when he slips his tongue into my mouth. My hands grab his forearms, holding on. When he finally pulls away, I feel like I might collapse. He all but stole the fucking breath from me. Damn that sexy asshole.
"If you don't, there will be consequences." He gives me one more peck before releasing me and starting his bike. I just stare at him in shock as he drives away.
"Holy fuck," Ireland whispers. "That was hot as shit. Please tell me you are finally hitting that." I nod, still not able to speak. "Oh, thank you, Jesus!" She grins, putting her bag on her shoulder before linking her arm with mine and marching toward the dorms. She yells something over her shoulder to Beckett and Maddox as they drive away, but I can’t put the words together to form a sentence. Shit. I am so damn screwed.
As the door to my room closes behind us, I finally snap out of my haze. "Fuck," I mutter under my breath.
“Um, you can say that, like, four more times! Why didn’t you tell me you and hotty Jagger Bishop were a thing?!” She all but yells in my small room. I sit on the bed and stare at her. Putting my head in my hands, I try like hell not to think about what will happen at dinner tonight.
"Ridge is going to kill him," I whisper, looking up at her with wide eyes.
“Well, duh. He’s only threatened to kill every guy you’ve ever dated. Remember that guy you lost your virginity to? He got his ass beat the day after.” She giggles.
“He didn’t do that.” I swallow around the lump forming in my throat.
"You mean…" She stops and stares at me in awe. "Jagger did that?" I nod. "He is so in love with you! You guys are going to have the cutest little Bresger babies!"
I wrinkle my nose at her use of our names combined. “Please don’t ever call us Bresger again,” I groan, falling back on the bed.
The last time I was in my room, the night I told him about Ridge, we fucked in my bed and fell asleep together. I still haven’t told Ireland about it, but I don’t think she’d believe me anyway. She’s been in love with my brother for years and thinks he can do no wrong. I hate how blind she is to his charm, but I never say anything because she’s my best friend.
"Fine. How about Jagsin babies! Oh, I bet they would be the cutest little kids." She grins, making me want to strangle her.
Pulling out my phone, I send Jagger a message.
I’m being tortured, and it’s all your fault.
His response is immediate.
You probably deserve it.
Ireland is currently telling me how cute our Bresger or Jagsin babies are going to be. I’m going to kill you!
