“Fucking chill. I’m not doing anything to you,” I growled, greedily sucking on little bits of his flesh as I pushed my metal piercing onto his hot skin, causing him to let out moans of pleasure.
“Jax, I don’t want to do this. I just wanna talk.” He sighed, aroused.
“Talk if you can.”
I sank my hands into the fabric of his sweater to grab him and pull his body against mine, and felt a tremor as I heard his chest crash into mine.
“You’re being a dick like always,” he murmured when I bit his lips. I tried to look into his eyes, but they looked elsewhere. He was trying to resist me.
“No, I’m not.”
I was just doing what I felt like doing; why’d he always have to talk?
I brushed my hand over his chest, which rose and fell like crazy when it felt my eager touch. I didn’t wonder why I did it. He made my brain malfunction. I certainly didn’t have feelings for him.
So why’d I feel so guilty for what we’d done to his dad?
With his lips still throbbing and his eyes narrowed, he pulled away from me. He looked uncertain.
“What the hell happened with my dad?”
I tensed up. Fuck, he knew.
“What are you talking about, Blaze?”
I had to be very careful choosing my words.
“What did he want to talk to you about that day when we were in the hallway?”
“Some bullshit about academic performance . . . credits,” I muttered.
“Look, I’m not stupid. Hunter made that loud and clear.”
I stared at him without answering, as he gazed at me with a hard look that didn’t suit him.
“You’re the ones who beat him up like that.”
I was a terrible liar, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Jax, I trusted you.”
Shit.
If only things weren’t so complicated. I was sure Blaze would’ve understood. Suddenly I saw his forehead slacken and his eyes tear.
“Can you tell me why you did it?”
How could he be so sweet and understanding even in situations like this? This was why I couldn’t resist him.
“I can’t, I don’t think you’d understand.” My voice faltered.
“Try me.”
The space between us was almost nonexistent. I felt his heart race dizzily as my chest and his collided. He wanted to talk, and there was probably a lot to talk about, but right then I wanted to kiss him again. And clearly he was having trouble thinking; otherwise he wouldn’t have kissed me back like that, urging me to stick my tongue deeper into his mouth.
“Shh.”
“What is it?” he asked under his breath, running his fingers through his hair.
