Page 38 of Pack Giroux

"Okay, pretty girl," he says. "Jameson is on his way. Want me to stay on the phone with you while you wait?"

"No, it's fine," I tell him honestly. Just knowing they're on the way has already lifted some of the weight. "I've got to run to my dorm and grab some stuff. I'll meet him at the front gate."

Raine snorts softly into the phone. "I don't know why we don't just move you in here already. It's not the same withoutyou now."

The man is determined to make me cry. I catch a few sniffles before some of the team comes out of the building, passing me with dirty looks.

"I'll be there soon," I promise before we say goodbyes and hang up.

My roommates still haven't come out, so I've got time to run to the dorm and grab things. Knowing it's Jameson on his bike probably, I don't pack everything like I want. I just take the important stuff that I need for now and put it all in my backpack. Making sure I've got keys, wallet, phone, and my laptop, I grab the leather jacket and helmet off my desk and lock all my doors.

I pass my roommates on the stairs, but we don't speak to each other. When I get outside, it's all I can do to keep from running to the front of campus. If I would've known that Jameson was already sitting there waiting, I probably would've.

He grins as I walk up. "Hey, babe."

"Hi," I say, throwing my arms around him.

He buries his face in my neck and rubs circles on my back underneath my bag. "You okay?"

I nod against his shoulder. "I'm just not feeling right."

"Well, let's get you home then," he says, kissing my neck super close to my bonding mark.

Pulling away just far enough to where I can see his face, I kiss the dimple in his chin. "Always my hero."

"Always," he repeats, pressing his lips against mine.

He holds my bag as I put on the jacket and helmet before handing it back for me to climb onto his bike behind him. We fly through the night like we did the last time we rode together. As we leave town and head toward the city, the stars are lit up like tiny decorations in the sky. It's peaceful. Riding with Jameson seems to bring that, even though I was terrified of getting on this thing at first.

I slip my hand underneath his jacket and shirt, needing the contact with his skin. But then I think about the fact that Kinkaid was the one who offered his body, not Jameson. I shouldn't be taking advantage. When I go to remove it, his hand covers mine and pushes it further up until it rests over his heart. That's where I leave it the rest of the ride.

We pull into the garage, and he helps me off his bike, stashing the jackets and helmets in the back of the convertible. He waits until we're in the elevator and the doors ding shut before he spins on me, lifting me off my feet and giving me no option but to wrap my legs around his waist. He goes to push me against the wall but my bag stops him. I drop it faster than a tuna fish sandwich, allowing him to do as he planned.

His mouth covers mine and for the three or four minutes that it takes for us to reach the top, we devour each other. His fingers dig into my butt cheeks as he flexes them while holding me in place. When his lips travel a path down my neck, a small whine slips out as he kisses Kinkaid’s mark.

"If I wasn't doing this as a favor for Raine, knowing that he wants to see you tonight, you'd be with me so I can give you one of these for myself," he growls into my neck.

I whine again and can feel slick leaking out onto my panties. He makes the growling sound again as the elevator dings and he sets me on my feet. He kisses me one last time before grabbing my bag and catching the door from closing with his foot. Taking my hand, he leads us over to their apartment.

"Raine should be in his room," he tells me. "I'm going to put your bag in yours."

I pull him to me before he can release my hand. "Thank you."

I can tell that he knows I'm talking about more than just the bag. Giving me a quick nod and another kiss, he pats my bum before turning to walk down our hall.

I, on the other hand, go in search of Raine, finding him exactly where Jameson said I would. He's sitting at his desk with low music playing in the room. His door is open, so I don't bother knocking.

He must hear me coming because he turns just as I make there. "Hey, pretty girl."

"Hi." I smile at him. "Thanks for sending the calvary."

He nods. "Want to tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

I shrug, walking the rest of the way into his room before I start pacing. "I don't know honestly. Everything and everybody are getting on my nerves. Their scents were strong enough today that it gave me a headache. I felt like I was going to have a mental breakdown if I had to sleep at the dorms tonight. I just needed something and couldn't figure out what."

"Us," he says quietly. "You needed us."

I nod slowly. "I think so."

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