Page 147 of The Unravelings

This time. I don’t overthink it when I sit up, keeping my gaze connected with his. With shaky hands, I lift my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor. His gaze breaks first, roaming over my bare chest and abdomen, and he curses under his breath, squeezing his dick again.

“Fuck,” he says through a shaky breath as I slip my sleep shorts off with a blush coating my cheeks.

I haven’t gotten naked in front of someone in so long without the lights being off. But no one has looked at me the way JJ does. Like I’m the masterpiece he’s been waiting for. His breath picks up as he stares at my exposed pussy, no doubt glistening and eager for him.

“Nothing underneath,” he curses under his breath. “If I had known that when I climbed into bed with you…” He trails off, leaning forward to wrap his fingers around my neck and pull my lips to his, tenderly kissing me. “Today is about you,” he mutters against my lips. “I want you to lie back, and I’ll give you a preview of how every morning is going to be. I want to worship you like the precious jewel you are. You’re my treasure, Spitfire. You’re the light at the end of the tunnel for me. My endgame. You think you can slip away, but you won’t. I won’t let you.” He kisses down my body with a groan, stopping at both nipples to suck them into his mouth while twirling his tongue around them. “Don’t hold back, Spitfire,” he whispers, settling between my legs as his big brown eyes peek up at me. “Let me hear what you’ve denied me for five years. Let me hear it loud and clear,” he murmurs, sucking on my clit.

Pleasure soars through my body. My back practically lifts off the fucking mattress as my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck. This feels too fucking good.

“Jasper,” I moan loudly, gripping his hair and keeping him there as I grind against his relentless tongue and devilish lips.

“Good girl,” he grits out, diving back in.

His tongue moves in circles over my clit as the pressure builds inside me like an explosion waiting to finally release. I chant his name shamelessly. Hoping no one else in the dorm building hears my cries of pleasure. Over and over again, I ride his face as his hips pump into the mattress and he shudders between my legs with heavy breaths. I moan loudly until I come on a silent scream, trapping his head between my thighs, and he groans against me.

I suck in several breaths, coming down from my high. Every inch of me feels loose and satisfied.

Freedom.

JJ wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he lifts himself up and sits between my legs, grinning and looking at me with blown eyes. He takes me in from head to toe again, stopping at my heaving chest and licking his lips. JJ makes a face and flinches, then removes his hearing aids and carelessly throws them near his pile of clothes.

My eyes fall to the massive wet spot in the front of his boxers, and my eyes widen at the realization.

Holy fuck.

My breath quivers and my pussy spasms, begging for more of him. But I hold off.

“Yes, you made me cum in my pants,” he signs as a blush spreads across his cheeks. “How will I explain that one, Olivia?” My heart soars in my chest when he signs my name, which he created only for me. The same sign he gave me when he confronted me, and I felt like the walls were closing in. Now, it’s different. Something feels different between us. A shift. “It’s been a long time…” he signs, dropping his hands as his brows furrow. “We haven’t been with anyone else, you know?”

“You haven’t?” I quickly sign, a small amount of guilt pouring through me. I didn’t wait for them. Why would I? They were the monsters in my dreams, coming to kill me over and over again. “Why?”

It seems odd to me that three teenage boys would stop engaging with other people when I left this world. To them, I was in a grave. Dead. Gone forever. They had an entire college at their fingertips. Why not indulge and lose themselves in other people? My heart soars into my throat, thumping rapidly when a sadness crosses his eyes.

“Heartbreak,” he simply signs, shaking his head. “Couldn’t imagine it with anyone else, but you.”

“I…” I stall, not realizing how bad this admission might fuck with him. And me. They’ve waited the entire five years I’ve been dead, keeping to themselves. They haven’t strayed. Not because they thought I was coming back. Because they were so torn and broken, they couldn’t imagine doing it with someone else.

I haven’t.

I’ve taken what I wanted when I wanted it. How I wanted. I never had a single regret. Granted, it took me a few years to get there. Three, to be exact. I couldn’t imagine trusting men again. Or anyone, for that matter. Not like that. Even now, I’m not interested in relationships. I’m too bruised and broken to move on.

At least for now.

Maybe one day.

“It’s okay,” he signs with a slight nod. “Is that why you were with Malic?” he asks with slight disapproval on his face.

Fuck. Right. He wanted to discuss my hookup with Malic. My cheeks heat at the memories of him in the bathroom.

I lick my lips, nodding. “It was my first night back here. I was hurting. So badly. So I hooked up with a stranger. I’ve done that a few times. I thought—” I’d never see him again. Or think about him again.

JJ grabs my hands, quickly stopping my explanation, and brings his burning gaze to mine.

“No explanations,” he signs with a head shake, despite the hurt sparking behind his brown eyes. “You don’t have to tell me. Even now. Even after what we did.” He gestures to my nude body with a heated look. “It’s okay. Maybe one day, okay?” He leans in, gently kissing my cheek, and pulls back. “One day I’ll get to call you my girl again. I know it’s not today.”

Butterflies swoop inside my stomach at his admission. He wants a fresh start. To go back to what we used to be? Would Mack and Huxley want that too? If they were innocent?

“What about Huxley and that bitch?” I sign, pursing my lips.