Fuck. My. Life.
Eli warned me not to bite my lip, and I’ve been diligent not to do it in front of him. And Luke’s endgame was to get me to admit I wasn’t grounded after all. Sure, I never said I wasn’t, but the fact I was willing to take a punishment instead of showing him the texts was proof enough.
I’m fucked.
Jack is quiet on the way to my house. When we pull into the drive, he clears his throat.
“We wouldn’t have.”
My eyebrows furrow as I look at him. “What?”
“Fuck.” Jack presses his hands against the steering wheel. “We made a pact with you. None of us will touch another girl. We meant that shit. I meant it. I mean it. Right now, I swear to you even if Luke takes this game too far, I’m not down for that.”
Huh?
“He was bluffing the whole time anyway.” I shake my head. “He just wanted me to admit to not being grounded.”
“Don’t underestimate Luke. If he’s willing to bluff something, he will go through with it if push comes to shove.” Jack reaches over and tucks a stray hair behind my ear. “We’ve known since that first night you lied.”
“What? How?” Maybe Luke did install something on my phone.
“The shopping bags, sweetheart. Moms don’t generally let you go shopping for new clothes when you’re being punished.” Jack smirks.
Luke was in my room that night. The receipts and all the bags were right there for him to see. Jack knew what clothes I had already.
“Why did you guys go along with it then?” I’m so fucking confused when it comes to these guys.
“You needed time.” Jack slips his hand behind my neck and pulls me to him.
“Time to get used to the idea of you guys fucking me? I don’t think a week and a half is long enough.” I stare into his blue eyes as he focuses on my lips.
“Maybe.” His lips take mine, and I open up beneath him. I can’t seem to help myself. Kissing is still new and the way it makes me feel is indescribable.
Warmth buzzes along my veins, making me squirm in my seat.
He lifts his mouth from mine partially and smiles against my lips. “I have to go to practice. Be ready at six. Eli is picking you up.”
Fuck.
“I suppose I’ll be punished for not following orders.” I slump back in my seat and grab my backpack.
“Maybe we’ll just play more spin the bottle, or maybe some strip poker.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me suggestively. I wish that idea didn’t make my insides melt.
“Bye, Jack.” I get out of his car and head inside.
Mom’s car isn’t in the driveway, so I check the schedule. She’s not supposed to be at work right now, but sometimes she has to pull a double shift if someone can’t make it into the hospital.
Me:
Home. Should I get my own dinner?
Mom:
Stuck at work. Be home when I can. Be safe.
I bet if I told her four guys want to fuck me without condoms, she’d ground me for real this time. But pulling her into this still isn’t a good idea.
I set my phone down and drop my head to the cool granite of the kitchen island.
