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She now knows the one secret that continues to eat away at me every day…and she isn't running away. Instead, she's allowing me to still put my hands on her. I know I should have done something back then, but I was just a sixteen-year-old kid who was scared as hell. It doesn't excuse it, but there is nothing I can really do now…except turn myself in. That is something I can't do. I don't know what my brother is doing here or why he has his sights set on Bresin, so I can't go to jail.
Instead of thinking any more about that night, I focus on Bresin and the way she feels pressed up against me. She undoes my belt and slacks, pushing them down my thighs and letting them pool at my feet. Toeing both of my shoes off, I kick everything to the side and lift her up.
Using my body, I hold her up against the door as she wraps those long legs around my waist. Her heels dig into my ass, making me moan. Kissing my way down her neck and to her chest, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Her fingers grip my hair and she pulls my head back, covering my mouth with hers.
Gripping my dick with one hand and holding her up with the other, I slowly slide my tip inside her. Her head thumps back against the door and her eyes close. Her mouth parts as I push the rest of the way inside. She fits me like a damn glove, and I never want to give that up. Sucking on her neck, I slam in and out of her. Every moan I pull from her is like fucking music to my damn ears, and I can't get enough of it.
Her nails dig into my back as I continue to thrust in and out of her. Her moans fill her dorm room, and I feel my balls tighten. "I'm going to come,” she whimpers, latching onto my shoulder to stifle her scream. I thrust into her a few more times before I spill my load inside her, then rest my forehead on her chest.
"Fuck," I groan, resting my weight on her as I get my bearings back. After I catch my breath, I walk her toward her tiny bed. Even though I hate this damn thing, I'll still hold her just like I promised.
I’ll give her the damn world for as long as I can.
Laying her on the bed, I slowly pull away, groaning when our bodies disconnect. She curls up as I walk over to my jeans to grab my phone before I slide into bed behind her, pulling her body close to mine. Checking the screen, I see a new group message from Beckett and Maddox. I read Beckett’s first.
Really? Fighting in a damn restaurant?
Rolling my eyes, I look at Maddox’s.
Don’t listen to this fucker. Did you at least kick his ass?
I run my hand over my face before I text them back.
He called her a whore and told her she could be next for us.
Their replies are instantaneous.
I’m going to beat his ass.
Fuck that shit. He’s lucky I wasn’t there. Uncalled for. I want to beat his ass, too.
I know they've been waiting for me to give them the details on what happened tonight. I tell them that I hit him for the shit he said about Bresin, and that I told her about the secret. We promised each other we would never tell another soul, but the trust I have in all of them flew out the window when Ridge tried to throw that shit in my face to keep me from his sister.
He's also using again. He was high as a fucking kite. I don't care if I go down for anything. I'll protect her from him.
I turn off the screen and set it on the bed next to us. Bresin rolls onto her side, wrapping her leg over my waist before throwing her arm over me. Her cheek rests against my chest, and I can feel every breath she takes.
“Jagger?” she whispers, her hot breath fanning my skin.
“Yeah, little girl?” I ask, kissing her forehead.
“What’s going to happen?” I look down at her as I try to figure out what she means. “Is Ridge going to go back to rehab, or is he just going to continue to try and ruin my life? That isn’t the brother I know and love. He’s…I don’t know…sick.”
I run my thumb down her spine. "He isn't the best friend I remember. We made a pact to never speak of that night, but he's trying to use it against me to keep me away from you. He's known that I've wanted you since you were sixteen. He was okay with it at first. But once he started using that first time, everything changed. He changed."
“He’s known?” she asks, shifting her body so she can rest her chin on my chest and look up at me.
"Yeah. I told him I was going to win you over one day and there was nothing he could do to stop it, so he should just think of me as family." I wink at her. She pushes my face. "I'm serious. I've always wanted you. Ever since the day you came in wearing those tiny ripped jean shorts and that cut-up band tee. You were a fucking goddess at sixteen, but now? I can't even put into words what you do to me."
“Is that why you always kept me at a distance?”
"Not at first. You were too damn young for me to make a move on you. I was twenty and you were only sixteen. I couldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole…unless I wanted your parents to slap handcuffs on me. As you got older, though, it was because of my secret. Ridge kept me away from you by holding that shit over my head." I lean down and kiss her lips.
“You gave in once.” Her eyes stay on my chest as she slowly traces the tattoo right above my heart.
"I did. And I don't regret one minute of my time with you. I thought that having you once would purge you from my system, but it didn't. It only made me want you more. I craved you, but never did a thing about it. It was your face I pictured every damn time we were with somebody." I know women don't like hearing it’s their face the guy they like is imagining while fucking someone else, but it's the truth. I promised her I wouldn't lie to her, so this is me being as honest as I can.
“I hate that,” she whispers.
