Page 8 of Jagger
I've got an idea, and I already fucking hate it, but Jagger owes me big time. I straighten my shoulders and pull out my mirror,checking my reflection. Cherry red lips greet me, and thick dark lashes frame my baby blue eyes.
I look good.
I search for Jagger everywhere but only find Colton, another of the Archer boys.
"Where's Jagger?" I ask him coolly, crossing my arms over my chest.
Colton is devilishly sexy, and for a second, I wonder if jumping his bones might be enough to piss Jagger off and give Lawson a royal fuck you.
But knowing Lawson, he'd turn his attention and anger to me, and I can't go through that.
Not again.
"Well, now," Colton hums, staring into my eyes. His gaze is cold, and I shiver despite myself. He grins, but there's no warmth in it, and I start to wonder what the fuck is wrong with these boys. Why are they all so dangerous? "Information is expensive."
Jesus Christ.
I'm about to argue when a cold hand grips the back of my neck, twisting me around so I'm staring into the depths of Jagger's emerald eyes. Wood spice floods my nostrils with a hint of nicotine, and I hate it, along with the pool of warmth between my thighs that makes me hate myself.
Just because he smells of money doesn't mean I want to fuck him.
Jagger's eyes search my face, stopping briefly on my lips before he bites his lip and mutters, "Damn."
Butterflies cause chaos in my stomach at his reaction, even though I’d planned it. I know he can’t help but react to me physically, just as I can’t help it with him. But still, something about him losing his mind over how I look gives me tingles.
Urgh.
"I need to talk to you." I feel Colton behind me, his hands sliding around my waist as he rests his head on my shoulder.
I try to shove him off, and Jagger laughs at my pointless efforts, moving forward to press himself against me from the front.
"Seesaw..." Colton sings, his hot breath near my throat. "Margery Daw..."
Colton is hard, pressing his dick into my ass, and as Jagger trails his finger down my chin, I realize my pussy is dripping.
No!
"You're so pretty, Molly," Jagger breathes against my lips, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. "We'd love to play seesaw with you."
My breath catches in my throat as Colton lifts me against him, and Jagger grins as they drag me into a classroom, shushing me and keeping me pressed between them the entire time.
"What do you want to talk to Jagger about, Molly?" Colton rasps, his tongue on my ear.
Holy fuck, he's using his teeth.
I let out a whimper as Colton kicks my legs apart, watching as Jagger slides a hand up my skirt. His fingers are cool, and it kills me not to moan when his fingers brush my panties.
"You're so wet," Jagger says, not hiding his delight. "Is it the thought of both of us fucking you?"
I close my eyes so he can't see the desire in them, but then I remember how much I fucking hate him. How I vowed I'd never fuck him. I open my eyes and smile, twisting so I'm facing Colton. I push him onto the desk behind us and climb onto a chair so I can straddle him.
"No, it's the thought of Colton fucking me," I say sweetly, staring at Jagger over my shoulder. "You can watch if you like."
Colton chuckles against me, twisting my chin to violate my lips. His tongue shoves into my mouth, dominating me. My breathing quickens as Colton slides his hands up my thighs, moving my panties aside.
"All this for me, Molly?"
I stare down at Colton, wondering if I'm really going to do this. But then I remember the desire in Jagger's eyes, and I have a better idea.
