Page 58 of Jace

“Have you ever met the horrid bitch?”

“Yep,” she glances at Bree. “We call her the Ink Skank.”

Something shifts in Bree’s eyes and her nostrils flare.

“I call her a lot of things, but yeah that too.”

Bree shivers, Luna laughs and I glance at Presley who seems as confused as I am.

“Wait,” I feel my stomach twisting around as it all starts to make sense. “Did Daxton,” Bree closes her eyes and I don’t finish the sentence for her sake.

“Yes, and so did Zac and Oliver,” she clarifies. “On separate occasions of course, but still nasty.”

“She is built like a fucking boy,” I throw my hands up in the air. “Like she has no tits, just nipples.” I don’t get it! “I’m, it’s, oh my God! What is wrong with these idiots?”

Without any of them answering I turn around to face the guys and throw my hands up in the air. “What in the hell is wrong with you dumbasses.” They all look at me like I’ve lost my mind. “I’m not even sure she classifies as an A cup!”

It then dawns on them and each one of them have the audacity to look ashamed. “Dumb, Dumber, Dumbest, and Dumbfuck!”

I grab the bottle of tequila unscrew the top and take a swig.

“I need a fucking vacation to a tropical island and I think we need to leave all the dicks behind.” I let out a huff of air and all three of them burst into laughter.

I am a hot mess, I admit it. But seeing Presley laugh made it all worth it. I haven’t found the time to have a heart to heart with her, but I know whatever is going on with her, its big. It has to be, she looks exhausted, stressed and really sad.

When she notices me looking at her, she quickly averts her eyes and I know I’m right.

Before I can say another word, I feel a strong set of arms wrap around me and suddenly my feet are no longer on the floor.

I am carried down the hall, into the bathroom and sat on the ink. Jace shuts the door, flips the lock, and places his hands on either side of me, caging me in.

“I see someone is still pissed off.”

I lift a brow and press my lips together in a tight line. His tip up at the corner into a smile.

“I’m going to tell you something and I really need you to hear what I’m saying. When I say hear me, I mean commit it to memory and understand that what I am saying is nothing but the truth.”

I narrow my eyes and he chuckles, leaning in to kiss me. A quick peck before leaning back once again.

“I love you, only you. I have never loved another woman. You are the one my heart beats for. You are the one I think of the moment my eyes open and you are the last thought before I fall to sleep each night. Before you, none of that matters. I floated through my days, never thinking of what I was doing or why. I didn’t care about tomorrow; I wasn’t a good guy. Sometimes I battle with that version of me, but there is one difference from then to now, and that is you. Every move I make I weigh it against what would Ror feel. You are the center of my everything, and I know I made some really fucked up decisions before us but that’s over.”

He cups my face, moving in closer between my thighs and he gets that dirty sinful look on his face. The one he gets when he’s up to something. “I forgot everyone from my past the moment I slid inside of you. You baby, are the most incredible, sexy woman. I swear I am dangling from a string when it comes to you, you hold the power, I am a fucking puppet. All those assholes would have a field day if they heard me admit that but I don’t care. You have me by the balls, leading me around figuratively and I am okay with that. I love it, because when I am with you, nothing else matters. Took me far too long to figure out that you are my everything and I can’t lose you baby. I can’t, I won’t, so you can be pissed at me, you can scowl at me and yell at me, but you need to remember one thing. You have my heart and that is something no one else has ever had before you and no one else ever will. It’s branded with your name forever. I fucking love you baby.”

I stare at him, floored by his words.

How am I supposed to respond to that?

So instead of doing so with words I slide off the sink and start to unbuckle my jeans, lowering them, I slip them over my feet and drop them to the floor. My panties following, I jump back up on the countertop and spread my legs.

It’s his turn to look at me like I’ve lost my mind. Hell, maybe I have.

“You think you can be quiet?”

“Not a chance,” I confess, reaching out to undo his button and lower his zipper. It had been a few days since we’d last had sex, me choosing to be an asshole instead. I was done being as ass. “That’s my girl,” he fists his cock, positions himself before me and with one quick thrust, he buries himself deep.

“Fuck,” he moans at the same moment I whisper his name.

“What is it about bathrooms,” he smiles, kissing me as he starts to move.

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