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Would I kill Markus if he hurt her? Well, I supposed the more important thing there was would I try—trying and succeeding were two very different things. Markus had been at this game a lot longer than I had.
No, I wouldn’t think of that now. I had to focus on the girl under me, on how spectacular she felt with her core clamped down on my dick.
Time blurred, and I couldn’t say how long it was before it became too much for me, but eventually it did. I jerked my cock inside her, feeling my balls tingle as they released their seed. Pleasure shot through me, causing me to tense above her and my hand to grip her neck a little bit harder. Short, quick thrusts of my hips as I came, and I let out the lowest, most animalistic moan my body was capable of.
I released her neck and pulled out of her at the same time, rolling onto my back as I tried to catch my breath. I stared at the ceiling, wondering what the hell I was going to do, where I would go from here. Now, I really couldn’t picture my life without her. I needed Jaz. I did.
Jaz helped me get the used condom off, and then, once it was on the floor, she cuddled against me, leaning onto my chest and hugging herself against me. She tilted her face toward mine, giving me a smug look. Such confidence, such fire. I really wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I have to be home by six,” she said, grinning. Jaz traced shapes on my abdomen. “When will you be ready for round two?” She giggled, and I rolled onto my side and kissed her hard. I kissed her with the passion of a thousand suns, hoping she knew just how important she was to me.
Everything. She meant everything to me, and I would rather die before I saw her hurt.
Chapter Twelve – Jaz
The next week, things were quiet. With how good everything was with Dante, Vaughn, and Jacob, it was almost enough for me to think things would settle down. I wasn’t stupid. I knew this was probably the lull before the storm, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to enjoy it.
It was Wednesday morning in homeroom, before the announcements were on. The room was full of chitchat, and I’d just got to my seat. Archer was already there. His blue eyes met mine when I sat down, and I gave him a small smile.
Things were awkward, don’t get me wrong, but the awkwardness was something I could overlook. My gut had been deceived when it came to Archer Vega before, but I really didn’t think he was behind any of what was going on. Call me stupid, call me a pushover, but I really just wanted to move on.
If my revenge against the bullies who’d wanted to embarrass me and throw me to the wolves had to stop in order for me to enjoy the quiet days, then so be it. I’d let myself be consumed with vengeance for a while, but now, after everything, I didn’t see the point. Brittany was dead. Ryan and his friends were dead. Everyone was on high alert, not to mention the fact that I was a suspect.
No. No more revenge. Not right now, anyway.
“Hey,” I said, feeling my thighs clench a bit when he gave me a dimpled grin. How I did miss those. His dimples, his smiles, his laugh, even his sarcasm—sarcasm which sometimes didn’t hit the mark, but I’d never tell him that. I didn’t miss the lying Archer, but I did miss how easy it used to be between us.
“Hey,” he echoed, running a hand through his blonde hair and messing it up. And also calling my attention to his bicep. He was very muscled, wasn’t he?
My mind suddenly thought back to the day I had him naked and on his bed. Oh, yeah. He was muscled in every way, to say the least. Not that that was something I should be thinking about, but what could I say? I’d embraced my inner slut here. Why not? Might be thrown in jail at any minute, so I figured why not make the most of it.
“How’s your mom doing?” I asked. I tried asking once every day if I remembered, to show him that I did care. Archer and I were trying to start over, but it was hard.
He shrugged. “She’s doing okay. Same as yesterday.” Still that dimpled grin that made me squirm. “How’s yours?” When I laughed, he added, “Figured I’d ask, since you keep asking about mine.”
I quieted. “I just want to make sure you guys are okay.”
Archer’s azure stare lingered on me for a while, and he said nothing. I couldn’t even guess where his mind was at right now, how he felt about me or what he wanted to say, deep down.
As it would turn out, he said nothing, because it was at that moment that the announcements came on. The teacher in the front struggled to quiet the class, and the day began just like any other. Once the announcements were over, class started, and I took diligent notes, trying not to constantly stare at the cute blonde beside me.
Archer still made my body go haywire. You’d think I got enough dick to not let it affect me, but here I was, feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
When the bell rang to signal the end of first period, everyone packed up. I was one of the first out of the room, because I was trying to avoid the hormones threatening to overpower my common sense and make me swoon anytime Archer looked at me, but the moment I stepped into the hall, I felt a hand touch my arm.
I stopped, looking back.
Archer. Of course.
He pulled me out of the main hall, away from the crowd of students hurrying to their next class. If I paid more attention to where I was going and where we were standing, I’d realize that I stood with my back against a classroom wall and Archer before me. Kind of boxed in.
Not that I hated being boxed in by him, even though I should.
“There’s something I want to ask you,” Archer said, looking a tad uneasy as he rubbed the back of his neck. So unlike him. Normally he was so confident and cocky, so easygoing and fun to talk to.
And cold and cruel, but to be fair, he’d thought I was the one who was ruining his life, so I understood.
“Shoot,” I said.
