Page 65 of Reckless
“Can you please stop?” I asked, dropping my hands from my face.
“I’ll stop if you come with me this afternoon,” Dante spoke, grinning. His teeth were brilliantly white, a psychotic kind of smile, the kind of smile that made me both warm inside and worry for my sanity.
Did it make me insane, to care for him? Maybe, but you know what? I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all.
“I can’t just drop everything and go with you,” I said. “I have…lots of stuff to do. Homework and all that.” Okay, I sounded ridiculously lame, but still. I could not imagine going to Jacob and telling him that I was going to ride with Dante and go to his place. And then what? Would Jacob want to come inside the motel room? He’d have to watch whatever took place—
Dante lifted a brow. “That wasn’t very believable. Come on, Jaz. Come with me and get fucked.”
“Oh, my God,” I hissed. “Fine. I’ll go with you, if you promise me you’ll stop saying things like that.” I’d deal with Jacob after school, along with texting Mom. I wouldn’t tell Mom the true story—I still hadn’t introduced her to Dante, fearing what she’d think of me if I did. One look at him, and I bet she’d be reminded of Dad, nevermind the fact that Dante actually worked for him.
“Maybe I should come, too,” Vaughn said, causing both Dante and me to look at him.
That was forward, so much more forward than I ever thought he’d be, and I couldn’t help but wonder if all of this talk of fucking me turned him on a bit. Vaughn had been content watching Dante have his way with me after the dance, and if I had to admit, that had been one hell of a ride. I’d be down for round two.
“I don’t recall inviting you,” Dante quipped.
“Seeing as how I’m paying for your room there,” Vaughn spoke, “I’ll go if I want to.”
Dante bristled. “Fine.”
I wanted to laugh, because I couldn’t believe these two were making plans to screw me while in a dingy motel room, but thankfully, the bell rang.
As we got up, Dante leaned in to me to whisper, “I’ll meet you near my bike, babe.”
His nickname of babe still wasn’t my favorite, but I’d long since stopped trying to tell him to stop. Dante did as Dante wanted, and today it seemed he wanted me over.
The sheer possibilities of what could happen in that motel kept my imagination going all afternoon. Not going to lie, thinking of having both Vaughn and Dante to myself in private did get me worked up. My thighs clenched of their own accord a few times, not going to lie.
I ended up texting Mom that Bobbi and I were working on choir songs, and since her dad didn’t want her to come over to our house, we had to do it in the school, where we could be supervised. I felt a little bad lying to her, but it was a necessary evil. There was no way she’d ever approve of Dante or Vaughn. They were too wild, too chaotic. Plus, anyone with eyes would know just by looking at them that they were two intense personalities.
When the end of the school day came, I could not hide my excitement. It felt like it’d been too long since I’d been with either of them, honestly. Getting down and dirty with each of my guys was one of the last things on my mind with everything else that had been happening, so we were due for a heated session.
And, anyways, if I ended up dying here, if this place killed me after all, wasn’t it better to live with no regrets? To do what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it, and not save things for a future that might not ever arrive? That’s what I thought, anyway. Maybe that was simply me making excuses.
I went to my locker—no surprises of any severed limbs, thank God—and gathered everything I’d need this weekend. I’d be seeing Dante and Vaughn tonight, and Archer tomorrow. Look at me go. Hopefully my vagina could handle it. She was a trooper.
Not that I thought I’d be hooking up with Archer right away, but I wasn’t blind. I knew how my body reacted to his, and I knew how his reacted to mine. It seemed a logical conclusion anyone would make, given our history.
With my bag slung over my shoulders, I zipped up my thin hoodie and headed out. Jacob always parked in the back of the lot, preferring never to pick me up near the front doors of the school, always right next to Dante’s bike. Should make this a little easier, huh?
Instead of going to the passenger’s side, I went to the driver’s side. Jacob saw me approaching, and he noted that I wasn’t getting in, so the window was rolled down by the time I arrived. I leaned through the window, giving him a smile. He seemed extra grumpy today, or maybe that was just because he was Jacob. Mr. Grumps simply living up to his name.
“Should I guess why you’re not getting into my car, or are you going to tell me?” Jacob asked, his frown turning more intense. Such a handsome, chiseled face—a face that was now scruffier than ever.
“I already talked to my mom,” I said. “Told her I’m staying back at the school to practice choir songs with Bobbi.”
His lips thinned into a line. “But, let me guess, you have something else planned?”
“I’m going with Dante to—”
“No.” A one-word interruption that irritated me, to be honest.
“No?” I echoed. “If by no, you mean yes, then yes.” Shrugging, I went on, “I figured you’d follow like you normally do. Not sure if you’d want to come in, since I think things are going to get intimate—”
Jacob let out a sound that was a mixture of a growl and a groan.
“Vaughn might come along, too,” I said, “though I think his driver will bring him there. I don’t think we’ll all fit on Dante’s bike.” His growling groan turned into an outright wince, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
