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An eternity later, Mom jumped out of the window—alone. As soon as she landed on the ground, I rushed over to her.
“Where is she?!” My voice cracked as I screamed her name. Tears streamed down my face, begging the night sky to give me a hopeful answer.
“I couldn't get close enough! Once I got back down the hall, the flames were too high, Jagger. I told her to jump out of her window!" Grief twisted her features as she looked at me. Her eyes widened as she bolted around to the other side of the house.
My pulse raced faster than a thousand horses as I rushed after Mom, searching desperately for Ari. No matter how loud I shouted, there was no response. My throat grew scratchy, like sandpaper raking over my windpipe, as raw emotions pulsed through me. She couldn’t be dead. We were together only a few hours ago. Ari wouldn’t leave me.
Rounding the corner, I came to a sudden halt when I saw that Ariana wasn't there, but her father, Theo was picking himself off the ground. My legs shook uncontrollably as my gaze shifted up to the second story window only to see the house engulfed in flames. The knot in my stomach twisted into a violent wave of pain so intense, my knees buckled and everything around me spun.
I yelled until my lungs ached as the fire trucks and ambulance sirens grew closer. But it was too late . . . too late for me to save the one person I loved more than anything else in this world. My hands balled into fists as I pounded on the ground, screaming Ariana’s name.
Mom wrapped me in her arms, her tears landing on my arms as we cried together. In the distance, I heard voices, but I couldn’t register what they were saying. My heart had just shattered into a million pieces and no number of condolences could ever make it better.
Mom smoothed my hair. “At least your secret died with her.”
I jerked away from my mother, staring at her in disbelief. How could she say something so cold right now? “You knew?”
“It’s okay, Jag. I’ll never tell a soul. Not even Theo.”
ChapterTwo
Jagger ~ Present Day
“Please, Jag? I need to.” Her words teetered on the edge of whiney, annoying the fuck out of me.
I stared at the nameless chick on her knees, watching as her hands made quick work with the button and zipper of my jeans. She would look a lot prettier with her mouth full of my cock even if she were a jersey chaser. I was ramping up for a possible NFL career and she was ramping up to fuck the players, which meant I had little respect for her. Even so, I never turned down an opportunity.
My gaze traveled the length of her body, taking in her petite frame and flawless curves. Her faded jeans hung low on her hips, revealing a soft strip of skin between her tank top and waistband. I focused on the chick as her tongue moistened her pink-painted, full lips. A coy smirk played across her face as she leaned forward, lowering her head to meet my throbbing cock with her mouth. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through me, and I let out an involuntary groan.
I shoved my fingers through her hair, hoping that I could lose myself for just a few freeing moments.
She paused then grinned at me. “I could get lost in your blue eyes for days.” Her tongue swirled around the tip of my dick, and she nipped the sensitive skin.
“Don’t bother. We won’t see each other again after tonight, so give me the best you’ve got and maybe I’ll remember your name.”
“Cami.” Her lower lip pushed out for a second before she parted her mouth and sucked me like her life depended on it. Hell, maybe it did, but I couldn’t care less.
I leaned my head back against the couch, trying to enjoy the fruits of Cami’s labor.
Quinn had invited us all to his house for a night of fun. We were far enough away from campus that it was safe to get wild without repercussions. The basement was our private party room. It was Kane, Quinn, Hunter, Remington, Anderson, and me, the best football players at Whitmore Elite and my best friends, who were privileged enough to be granted use for whatever purposes we damn well pleased. We’d had some wild nights here already and tonight was sure to be no different, especially with Cami kneeling before me, or so I thought.
I blew out a sigh, bored already with her performance. Wrapping my hand around my dick, I shoved her shoulder, sending her tumbling backward on her ass. “You’re boring me. Go find some other guy’s cock.”
She gaped at me as she picked herself up off the floor and searched the room for another football player. “Ball slut,” I muttered while I tucked myself back in my jeans.
The door opened and Quinn and Kane sauntered in, smiling at the group of ladies waiting at their beck and call.
“Hey, man. Can’t find any good pussy?” Quinn asked as he walked over to me, slapping me on the shoulder. “I’m happy to sample all of them for you.”
I chuckled. “You do that, just wrap your dick up. An STD would throw your game off on the field for damn sure.”
Kane barked out a laugh. “That shit’s not funny, yet it is.” He rubbed his hands together, grinning like the asshole he was. Hell, we were all assholes, but we were on top of our football game, and the girls took good care of us. But I wasn’t into it that night.
“I’m heading out. I’ll see you guys later.” I gave them a wave before I left, the girl’s giggles reaching my ears as I ascended the stairs.
Although Quinn had a small group of about ten at the house, they had still made a mess in his kitchen. I would be pissed if no one picked up after themselves, but I didn’t have a housekeeper like Quinn did either. Hell, I didn’t even have a fucking place to live at the moment, but no one knew that tidbit about my fucked-up life except one other person.
I collected my motorcycle helmet near the front door and removed my keys from my pocket.
