Page 26 of Craved By Lust

“Ch-cheating?” I ask, and he places his lips next to my ear, barely grazing it.

“Yes,” he whispers. “You always make me so mad, but your smile is sinfully beautiful and quells my anger. It’s not fair,” he growls so loud it feels like an animal is next to me, making my ass try to shoot up from his lap, but he wraps his arm around my waist, thrusting me back down onto him. I feel something hard, but it’s too long to be what I think it is.It’s that damn water bottle again!

“Fr—”

“Jessica.”

“Yeah?”

“Do that shit again, and even that pretty smile won’t save ’em,” he growls, and I want to ask what he means by that, but all too quickly, he takes the box from my hand and pulls the necklace out. “Let me put this on you.”

I don’t say anything. I just lift my down to the booty braids, and his arms come around my neck, but as the pendant of the necklace lands on my chest, I flinch from how heavy and hot it is. I swallow as the delicate chain falls around my throat, and I have to clear it and take a deep breath, for some reason feeling like I’m being choked.

Even though I can’t see behind me, I know the moment he clasps and secures the necklace because it’s like I can hear bars clinking loudly together in my head and a key locking them in place. I sway a bit, chest rising up and down, suddenly uncomfortably hot.

“H-how d-does it look?” I stammer.

“Let me see.” He spins me around, and I breathe heavily as he runs his hand over it, eyes flashing. “Mi?—”

“OH MY GOD!” I leap, snatching up one of the new shirts he brought me from the bag and placing it against his nose that’s bleeding profusely. “Jesus!” I stammer, panicking because he’s almost soaked the shirt. “We need to take you to a hospital!”

“No, I’m fine.” He shakes his head, looking dazed and out of focus.

“No, you’re not fine! You soaked the shirt!” I shout, but he turns dull eyes to me, removing the shirt and smiling, but it feels wrong and makes me shudder.

“I’m fine. See? No more bleeding,” he voices dryly, and I frown.

“I don’t care if you’re not bleeding anymore, Frank. The amount of blood you just lost isn’t normal!” I argue.

“We should go. You need rest!” I can tell he wants to protest, but he clutches his head and nods, looking up at me with a pained expression.

“Fine… but,” he pauses and clutches his head. “I can’t drive right now. Not with you… it’s too dangerous.”

“That’s totally understandable. We’re not that far from school. I can call myself an Uber and y?—”

“No,” he winces, shaking his head before he pulls out his phone and says something before looking up at me. “I got it. Just wait.”

“For what?” I frown, but he doesn’t answer. He just pulls me back down, props up on the bench, and lays his head on my lap, holding me.

“I need to lie down. My head feels like it’s going to explode,” he whispers and I groan, feeling bad for him, rubbing his back.

“Sure. Rest as long as you like.” I prop my head against the window, looking down at him, worried.

About ten minutes later, a tap on my shoulder makes me look up to see two guys that look way too fucking good, but regardless of how good they look, I can’t help but want to shy away from them. I frown, trying to control the urge to curl my lip, but my guard goes all the way up. The only thing that has me feeling somewhat not put off is the fact that they look familiar.

“Jessica?” One of them smiles kindly at me.

“Yeah?” I narrow my eyes at them, going still, now fully on guard as I watch the other run his eyes over the bags, frowning, not saying anything. “Do I know you?” I grumble, holding Frank’s head protecting him in case they on some funny shit.

“Genesis, and this here is Gannon. We’re this fucker’s older brothers. He called and said he’s not feeling well and needed us to come pick him up.” My mouth forms an O as I take his offered hand, shaking it while the other hardens his jaw, disappointed.Oh… does he not like me alre?—

“Is this all he bought you?” he curls his lip, leaving me to blink.

“Well… uhm… it’s all Ilethim buy me,” I correct him, and he raises a brow, cocking his head, handsome head to the side, looking at me confused.

“Why?” Gannon asks, and I can’t help but chuckle.They are definitely brothers.

“Stop questioning her,” I hear from my lap, and Frank groans, sitting up. I have to cover my mouth from laughing at the print line of my jeans on the side of his face from lying on me, but the laugh dies on my lips when he snatches the wig off and ruffles his hair out.Goodness gracious, this man is fine.

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