Page 64 of Reckless
She actually wanted to see all of us? As in date all of us at the same time? How would that even work? Did we have time one on one with her, rotating schedules or something, or did we go out on the occasional group date? I’d never once imagined myself caught in a polyandrous lifestyle, but when it came to Jaz, I would do anything to keep her by my side—even if it meant constantly fighting the inner green beast back with a stick.
“And if you’re not okay with that,” Jaz spoke when I remained silent, “then, I guess—” She guessed what? She guessed that she wouldn’t see me anymore? That I would never feel the touch of her lips against mine again?
A better question was: how could I go on in life without her? Without feeling those lips on mine every single day, without craving her so hard I felt insane? She was stupid if she thought I could freely walk away from her right now; we’d passed that point so long ago I couldn’t even see it in the rearview mirror.
Before Jaz could say it aloud—and probably jinx us—I leaned down, grabbed her face and turned her toward me. My mouth met hers, and I hoped the hungry passion behind it was an answer enough.
When the kiss was done, Jaz could do nothing but blink at me for a while. Her mouth hung open a bit, her tanned cheeks flushed with heat. “Was that,” she paused, catching her breath, of which I’d stolen right out of her lungs with the sudden kiss, “your answer?”
“To be fair, I don’t think you asked me a question.”
“Are you okay with it?” Jaz asked quietly, her amber eyes warm on me as she studied me, peering straight into my soul with a superpower no other girl ever had before. “I’m not saying it’ll be easy. Hell, I don’t think it would be easy, even if we didn’t have a history, but I think the best things in life are worth fighting for.”
Oh, I didn’t doubt the fact that it would be hard. Hard to see her with the others, hard to know that when she was with the others, she might be loving them the same way I wanted her to love me. Hard because everyone in this town would throw a fit when it came out that we were together.
But, you know what? I didn’t care. I didn’t care how hard it would be or how much I’d have to work on wrangling my jealousy. I needed her, I needed her so very much it hurt, and I was willing to try.
In the end, trying was about all we could do, wasn’t it?
I grabbed her hand, bringing it to my mouth and gently kissing her knuckles. Jaz must have a thing for the broken ones, because, taking a look at the other guys in her life, none of them were what I’d deem normal. We each had our problems, but we had the same weakness, and that weakness was Jaz.
“Maybe this weekend you could come over?” I suggested. It probably wasn’t a good thing to do, invite Jaz over to my house, but I was dying to spend more time with her.
“Definitely,” Jaz said, “just let me know when.” She slid off the table, pulling her hand from mine. “I should go, though, before Jacob throws a fit.” Jaz shot me one last smile before she left, leaving me alone in the room.
Well, that talk had gone…almost perfectly. The only way it could’ve gone perfectly was if she didn’t have multiple other guys dating her, but I knew that wasn’t something I could change. Like I’d said, I’d have to work on my jealousy, be better for her. A better guy, one who’d never hurt her again. I’d prove myself to her every single day from here on out.
That was a promise.
Chapter Twenty – Jaz
Mom and Ollie were okay with me going over Archer’s house, as long as Jacob got to come, too. Come, as in, come inside the house. I knew not to argue with them, knowing it’d be pointless, since I literally couldn’t do anything in this town without a handsome, scowling shadow following me everywhere.
What they would not be okay with, on the other hand, would be me spending time with Dante at his motel room.
Friday at lunch, that’s all Dante could talk about. Vaughn watched our exchange with a quiet pensive expression, too inwardly amused to say anything to break us up.
“Dante,” I spoke, a frown on my face, “I’m not going to hook up with you in that motel room.” I remembered that room; it was the same room Dante had taken me to the very first day I’d met him. It seemed like so long ago, like an eternity had passed since that day, and I’d come to depend on Dante so much.
Still, a motel room? I had standards…didn’t I?
“Why not?” Dante asked, dark eyebrows together. The hair on the sides of his head was getting a bit long; a layer of brown scruff covered his tattoos. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt that tight pussy—” He only stopped when I brought a hand up to his face, holding it over his lips.
My cheeks flushed furiously, and I hissed, “You can’t say that.” He was not a gentleman, but it still shocked me to hear him say that here, in the cafeteria, where anyone around us could hear his brass words.
Underneath my hand, I felt a slimy, wet tongue flick out and lick my palm. The gesture caused me to pull back my hand and give him a grossed-out face. Don’t get me wrong, that tongue could work wonders, but not right now. Right now that tongue needed to shut up.
“I can say whatever the fuck I want,” Dante spoke with a smirk. He leaned on the table, glancing at Vaughn, who sat on the other side. “Am I wrong for wanting it, my man? Wait a minute, have you even done it yet? You were all eyes the night of the dance, but you didn’t take part. Tell me I’m not the only one getting some from our girlfriend here.”
I thought about smacking Dante upside the head, because that was so not any of his business, but Vaughn actually broke his silence to say, “For your information, Dante, we have.”
Dante was clearly stunned at the admission. “What? For real?” His smirk grew into a full-forced smile, and he reached over the table and slapped Vaughn on his shoulder. “My man! That’s right. She’s amazing, isn’t she? So fucking tight too, like she was made to ride cocks—”
Groaning, I leaned on the table and buried my face in my hands. I supposed a conversation like this would happen eventually, but still. Such crass language in the middle of the cafeteria, where other people could hear him.
Did I care if everyone else knew that I was dating Vaughn and Dante at the same time? No, but I could imagine the rumors that would circulate. Not only was I a killer, but I was also fucking my two soldiers. They were ready for duty to kill my enemies and prepared to serve me in bed, too. I didn’t care what anyone thought of me; I’d never been that girl.
Advertising it at the top of Dante’s lungs was just not something I’d thought I would have to deal with.
