Page 54 of Fight or Flight
If he were anyone else, I’d be making excuses to get the hell out of there, but my usual flight instincts haven’t kicked in yet.
He finally lifts his eyes to mine, and the carefully blank look in them doesn’t fool me. He’s hiding whatever is going on in his head, and for some fucked up reason, that bothers me.
We stay like that for a moment, then he drops his gaze to the front of his shirt, and the mess I made on it.
“Great,” he mutters. “Now I’m going to have to walk back to my room half-naked. That’s not going to look suspicious or anything.”
I shoot him a cheeky grin and head over to the treadmill I was using before our little interlude.
“You did this on purpose,” he accuses and pulls his shirt off.
“Not on purpose.” I grab my sweater and t-shirt off the barre. “But I’m not mad about it. You look good in my cum.”
He pins me with a flat look as I walk back over to him. “Bet you’d look even better covered in mine.”
“You know where to find me if you ever want to find out,” I say and pluck his shirt out of his hand.
He makes a grab for it, but I step back and toss him mine.
He catches it with a bewildered look and silently watches as I pull my sweater on.
Tossing his soiled shirt over my shoulder, I pat my back pocket to make sure I have my ID and the dummy card, then give him a smirky smile before heading over to the door.
I can feel his eyes on me as I press the dummy card against the sensor to unlock it, and I glance over my shoulder at him as I pull it open.
“Good talk,” I call, and his befuddled expression melts into a familiar glare as I give him a little wave and sweep out of the room.
9
SHANE
I’m just steppingout of the shower when my phone screen lights up with a notification. Not bothering to grab a towel, I pad over to the counter and tap the home button.
Jordan: leadership meeting at the main house in 10
Irritation prickles at my chest as I read the text, and three replies appear in the chat in rapid succession while I type out my answer.
Unknown: roger that
Unknown: understood
Unknown: roger
Shane: understood
I wait to see if Jordan has anything more to say, then put my phone back on the counter when my screen goes dark.
“Just fucking awesome,” I mutter and swipe my hand over the foggy mirror to clear some of the condensation so I can see my reflection.
My eyes are immediately drawn to my neck and shoulder, and the faded remnants of the marks Jace gave me in the gym the other night.
Heat gathers low in my body, and my stomach clenches as I remember exactly how good it felt to get those marks—and how hard I came when Jace bit me.
I’ve always been adventurous when it comes to sex, but I’ve never been into marking, and until Jace, the idea of causing someone pain, or having a partner hurt me while we’re fucking around, didn’t even register on my radar of kinks. And it’s not like my newfound appreciation for marking is the only thing Jace has brought to the surface.
Beyond the fact that he’s a guy and has a dick, he’s the exact opposite of what I usually go for in women. I’m not into meek and submissive, and I actively avoid virgins or girls with limited experience, but I also get turned off when someone is overly confident and comes on too strong or is too aggressive with their flirting.
Jace is the most arrogant and overconfident person I’ve ever met, and his brand of flirting isn’t just aggressive; it can feel downright antagonistic when he’s in a mood.
