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“Keep dreamin’, baby. Keep dreaming.”
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Ariana
Istared at the man in my bed as he softly snored. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t sleep. Jagger’s words about the girls and Psycho had royally screwed me up. Maybe I should hate and despise Jagger for his actions, but we had a history. I’d also walked in his shoes when I was forced to set the fire. How could I judge him when he had a gun trained on him but also on an innocent kid and family? I couldn’t, and I would gamble away my savings on the fact that Jag was still a good guy. My guy.
The morning light streamed through the white curtains, surrounding my stepbrother in an angelic glow. I stopped myself before I barked out a laugh. Jagger had never been an angel, but it had been the reason I loved him so much.
His dark eyelashes fluttered, and sleepy eyes peered at me. “What time is it?”
I glanced at my alarm clock on my nightstand. “It’s seven. Do you have practice this morning?”
“No. My first class isn’t until ten. What about you?”
“Nine.”
A slow, lazy grin eased across his face, and my pulse stuttered against my wrist.
“I slept my ass off last night.” He propped up on his elbow and gave me a quick peck on my cheek.
“I’m glad. It was weird to have you in my bed.” I ran my fingers over the dark stubble on his chin. “I’m glad you’re here though.”
“Can I shower?” He looked at me expectantly.
“Yeah. Do you want company?” I bit my lip, realizing I hadn’t ever had shower sex before. It would be a great start to the day.
“I would love for you to join me.” Jag sat up, the covers dropping to his waist and exposing his six-pack abs.
His biceps flexed as he tossed the blankets off and stood. My gaze swept over his muscular back, ass, and legs. Jag’s black boxer briefs did nothing to hide his erection. He definitely looked good enough to eat.
Suddenly not tired anymore, I hurried to the bathroom and pulled my pajama top off. I giggled as I threw it at him.
“You’ll pay for that.” His raspy, deep laugh filled the room and I tugged on his wrist. I felt a bit better once we were tucked inside and the shower was running.
“I love to hear you laugh, but we have to be quiet if you don’t want to be discovered. Plus, I should talk to Teagan first and let her know. The other girls can wait.”
“I’m still not on board with the girls knowing, but I’m not sure how quiet you’ll be when I’m fucking you senseless.”
“Sounds like a challenge to me.” I slipped my arms around his neck. “We have a lot to figure out. Honestly, I want to hide from the world forever, but that idea isn’t realistic. And I want you to stay some nights here. I need to tell the girls, Jag.” I placed my forehead against his chest.
“First things first, babe.” He pressed his erection into my stomach. “We can talk later.”
I looked up at him and grinned.
* * *
With a huge smile on my face, I hurried out of my room and into the hall. Jagger was still in the bathroom, getting dressed. We’d agreed that I would see who was at home and occupy them in the kitchen while he snuck out the front door. I wasn’t sure it would work with four roomies, but we could try. It would be nice to stay in our little bubble if it bought us a few days without everyone in our business.
Besides, the most important people to keep our relationship a secret from were Dad and Samantha. We had to figure out what to do about them and Psycho, if he was stalking Jagger again.
An eerie chill skated over me, my brain recalling Jag’s confession last night. I strolled through the hall then made my way down the stairs. Caught up in my thoughts, it took me a second to realize that Teagan, Everlee, Leighton, and Gabby were staring at me in the living room. Shit!
“Good morning, Phoebe,” Everlee said with a wide grin. “From the sounds of it, you’ve had a really good morning.”
Teagan tapped her chin and pretended she was thinking. “But who could the nameless guy possibly be? There’s been zero clue that you’ve been hanging out with anyone.”
I sure as hell couldn’t tell her about the society, so I gave my friends the most innocent look I could muster up. “It’s a mystery.”
