Page 167 of Restless
Until that moment, he hadn’t paid attention to her short sweater dress. Then, she straddled him, pulled her dress above her waist, and rocked against his suddenly aching cock.
A moan escaped her, absorbed by his kisses. He grabbed her firm ass and thrust up, glad for the barriers of their clothing but disappointed, too. He wanted her so badly he could barely think straight.
Then, suddenly, a face intruded.Herface. Only…only…
Fuck it all, it was the wrong fucking face. It was Molly, not Harley, and it freaked the fuck out of CJ.
Shoving Jaleena aside, he stumbled to his feet, breathing hard, wanting to fuck her. Or Molly.
And Molly?
Goddamn.
He swallowed and scrubbed a hand over his face. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to remind himself how important Harley was to him. He tried to make himself want her as much as he suddenly wanted Jaleena and Molly. Six weeks ago, that wouldn’t have been a problem. He had loved Harley with everything in him.
But, maybe, he’d been afflicted with the same disease as her: comfort, familiarity, and expectation.
“How is she?” Jaleena asked into the heated silence, filled only by the sound of their heavy breathing. “Erin and Ariana worked her over pretty bad.”
Guilt sweeping through him, CJ shrugged. He hadn’t checked on Harley again after he’d visited her in the ER yesterday. Last night, he’d celebrated his mother’s release with Dad, Rebel, and his brothers. Today, at school, he noted Harley’s absence. Because of her many injuries he was sure. He hadn’t wanted to hear her blame, so he’d ignored his urge to text her.
Jaleena cocked her head to the side. “I’m prettier than both of them, so it can’t be looks.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Both?” he asked, suspicious. The desire in her dark eyes made his balls throb. But he didn’t want to use Jaleena.
Whether he ever forgave Harley didn’t take away his hurt at her behavior. And he was so worried about Molly, he almost missed school entirely. Not only was she in a bad physical state, but her mental state also wasn’t good.
She had no next of kin and, as a minor, CJ couldn’t demand health updates, despite how closely tied to the hospital the Dwellers were. As soon as he could, he’d ask his father for help.
“Both,” Jaleena said firmly.
He didn’t want to abuse Jaleena’s trust by taking what she offered, then deciding it was a bad idea. She deserved better than quick sex with no promise of going steady, while he couldn’t definitively say who or what he wanted.
Or, maybe, his reasoning was an excuse and he really didn’t like her in that way.
“Who are you referring to?” he insisted.
“Harley and Molly,” she clarified, crossing her long legs and drawing his attention to their sleekness.
“All three of you are gorgeous,” he said flatly. “And Molly is my cousin’s chick.”
She rolled her eyes. “Morals are overestimated. Fewer people than you think value them.”
CJ pretended ignorance. “What’s the point of this conversation, Jaleena?”
“I like you,” she confessed again. She’d admitted as much at the dance. “I wish you would like me back.” She snorted, uncrossed her legs, and leaned forward. “No matter which way I go, my parents will be unhappy.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You. Who you are. Mattie. Who she is and the fact that sheisa she.”
“Mattie? As in Matilda. My cousin? Matilda Donovan?”
She nodded.
So, Rebel was right about the spark she detected between Mattie and Jaleena.
His erection had eased, so he sat next to her again. “Who are we?”
