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“None of your damn business,” she seethes. “Now get off me and get out of my shower.”
Water sprays from the showerhead, drenching my uniform and the fresh bandage on my arm, but I don’t even fucking care. I grab her hand and peel it away from her neck, squeezing the tips of her fingers tightly in my hand. “It was Jagger, wasn’t it? He did this?”
“Stop it! That fucking hurts, you idiot. Besides, what do you care? You were all over Hannah anyway.”
It’s true, I was. Because I was trying to prove to the guys I was over Scar. They’ve been breathing down my neck and I figured if they saw me flirting with someone else in front of her, they’d let go of this nonsense that I’m still into her.
“Fuck Hannah. This is about you and that hickey on your neck.” I squeeze her fingers tighter, demanding the truth. “Now tell me who did it, dammit!”
“Yes! Okay,” she spits out. “Jagger did it. As if you didn’t already know.”
Dropping both hands, my fists clench at my sides while water continues to stream down my body.
I do know what happened because I watched it all. When those fuckers told me to take the girls and leave, I knew they were up to something. So I sent them on their way with Melody, when she chased us down, and I sat back and watched.
At first, I thought she’d stop him. After all, this is Scar. She doesn’t do anything unless she wants to. When she didn’t push him away, I knew she wanted what he was about to give her.
Last night, from behind a tree, I watched Jagger’s hands all over her body. Saw her face when she came. Even witnessed Neo getting off on her pleasure. I saw every fucking second of it.
My cock twitched every time her mouth formed an O. I imagined her juices squirting into the water as she orgasmed—but around my fingers, not his.
Watching herwas sadistic, but it was satisfying.
When I got home and my head hit my pillow, I laid alone with my thoughts, paralyzed by the memory.
Now, standing here in front of her, I see proof of what he did on her fucking neck. A rage is induced inside me, one I fear I can’t control. Until that mark is gone, it’s all I’ll see. A constant reminder that Jagger was the last one to taste her skin.
Him—not me. And we can’t have that.
My hands fly out and grab Scar by the head, fingers braiding through her drenched black hair. With her blue eyes on mine, I pull her face closer.
“What the hell are you doing?” She pushes and tries to fight me off, but I don’t let her go.
Our lips crush together while she curses into my mouth. I tug her closer, parting her lips with my tongue and sliding it in, taking her own hostage. My head tilts and I coerce hers to do the same.
I mutter into her mouth, not slackening my hold on her. “You let him dip his fingers inside your cunt, but you can’t kiss an old friend?”
She turns her head, spitting on the shower wall. “You’re not my friend, Crew. Never were.” She spits some more, treating my bodily fluids like poison in her precious mouth.
“Am I that appalling, Scar? So much so that you can’t even swallow down my taste?”
Her hand flies across my cheek. “Yes. You really are.”
Ignoring the sting she left behind, I grab her hands and pin them over her head against the shower wall. “Too fucking bad.” My lips go straight for her neck, the same spot Jagger sucked last night. She squirms, but once I have a good amount of suction, she surrenders. I suck in, marking her, claiming her.
“You jerk! Quit it!”
Once I know I’ve covered the spot he left, I retreat.
“What the hell did you do? Did you just give me another hickey?”
“Does it matter? It just covered the one you already had.”
“Yes, it matters! I don’t want your lips anywhere near me. Especially after thegameyou had me play the other night at the river.”
“You’re being a little dramatic, Scar. It was a simple scare tactic.”
“A scare tactic?” She laughs. “Is that what it’s called when you have someone's mouth taped shut while blindfolded and tossed into the river?”
