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Carter Trayland is not a topic that is up for discussion.
I understand the betrayal, but I fully believe Carter had the best intentions. If I could, I would explain that to Jace. However, every time I try, he flatly refuses to hear it. And I don't think he's in the right place to spend more time than he has to alone. So, I keep my mouth shut.
"Want to watch a movie?" I suggest, cuddling up next to him while he scrolls on his phone.
"Not really."
"We could find a series to binge."
He rolls his eyes. "We already watched Sons of Anarchy, Vampir
e Diaries, and whatever that other chick show you wanted to watch was."
I let out a heavy sigh. "I'm just trying to help."
"You know what would help?" He tosses his phone in my lap with a picture someone posted from a party at Zayn's. "If you had a life that doesn't consist of nagging me every goddamn day."
I've been trying to keep my cool with him, but it's getting hard. It's like every time I leave, he's pulled himself further away from me. I just don't know how to fix it.
"What? You think I'd rather be at a party than spend time with you?"
He shrugs. "If you don't, you should."
Running my fingers through my hair, I remind myself that he's been through a lot. "Well, I don't and you can’t change that. We're a team, Jace."
"A team?" He laughs dryly. "That's funny. Are you going to prison?"
"No, and neither are you."
"You don't know that!" His voice echoes through the room and makes me flinch. "Face it, Paige. More than likely, I'm going to be spending the rest of my life behind bars. The wedding. The kids. The white picket fence. That's not a possibility with me! The most I can promise you is Tastykakes from the visitors’ room vending machine."
Tears spring to my eyes, but as I go to leave, I stop. "You know what? No," I snap back. "You want to push me away? You want to send me running so you can drown yourself in self-pity? Well, too bad. I won't let you."
Walking over I take his face in my hands.
"Do you hear me? I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere."
I can see the anger brewing in his eyes, and it only takes a second before he reacts. It's the same way he's been coping since the moment it stopped hurting to move. He pulls me in and presses our lips together in a bruising kiss. His fingers lace into the back of my hair, and he grips as he pulls back. My neck is fully exposed as he licks and kisses across the sensitive skin.
Straddling his lap, he grinds up into me—already fully hard and ready to fuck me like he wants to. Like he needs to. It's the only way he's been able to get his anger out, and I'm more than willing to let him use me for it.
He flips us over so that he's hovering above me and slips his tongue into my mouth. His hand slides down the front of me and he doesn't pause for a second as he dips under my pants. Within seconds, he has two fingers inside of me. I clench around him, but I want more.
"You're always so fucking needy," he growls. "Are my fingers not enough for you?"
I bite my lip and throw my head back. "Fuck."
"Don't worry, babe. We're getting there."
As he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor, I watch as his eyes darken with lust. He slowly kisses his way down my chest and over my stomach until he reaches what he's been wanting all along. Sliding my pants down my legs, he moans.
"You smell so good." His tongue juts out and lightly grazes my pussy. "And you taste fucking incredible."
It's only a few seconds before I'm no longer able to fully speak. Instead, I'm just a jumbled mess of moans and words that don't make any sense. He pumps his fingers in and out of me as his tongue works magic on my clit. As I start to get close, I grip his hair and grind into his face, but he pulls away.
"You're getting greedy, princess."
All I can do is watch helplessly as he undresses and stands there, looking every bit like a Greek god. Since he's been stuck in his house for the last two weeks, he's been working out a lot in the gym. His abs are more defined, and his arms look like they could crush me with just the right amount of pleasure.
