“Testing something,” he murmured as his fingers trailed over the top of my leg.
“Testing what?” I was rooted to the spot, my head turned slightly to look toward the backyard, and somewhere in my head I realized that he had tugged up the side of the skirt so that no one could see if anyone came looking.
“Just . . .” He paused, and then his fingers skimmed over my pussy, and I gasped. I mean, I knew he was probably going to do something, but still, it was a shock when he touched me. “Relax,” he whispered against my cheek, and I knew he had to feel the racing of my heart as his fingers caressed over my panties again.
“I don’t think—” I almost bit my tongue when he pushed my panties to the side, and his fingers slid through my gathering wetness. My head fell back against the wall as I could feel Jettwatching me as his fingers rubbed over the small bundle of nerves, which were the only thing my whole entire being was concentrating on.
“Keep your eyes open,” he instructed as he slid one finger inside me, and my hands gripped his arms. “Jesus.” I heard his low voice as he pushed another finger inside me, and then he moved them both, in and out, while his thumb rubbed gently over my nub.
My knees were close to buckling as my stomach clenched again and again with need, almost like hunger. I needed more.
“Fuck, your pussy wants this,” Jett’s voice was hoarse as he continued to finger-fuck me.
I had no words. I could feel it building in my toes; I needed the release. My head tried to drop forward onto his chest, but Jett gripped my neck and held me so I was looking up at him.
“Eyes on me.” His voice was harsh. “Are you close?” I didn’t even get to answer before he was answering for me. “Yeah, I can feel you gripping me, hungry pussy.” His head dipped, and I wildly thought he was going to kiss me. His mouth hovered over mine before he moved to my ear.
“Frustrating isn’t it, to be on the edge ofsomething, knowing it’s just within reach and not quite being able to grasp it.” Jett withdrew his fingers, fixed my panties, and then stood back.
“What?” My voice was shaky, and my breathing was rapid. I was so close. What was he doing?
Jett popped two fingers in his mouth and sucked as he watched me, and then with a smirk, he walked away.
What thefuckwas that? Hastily, I fixed my skirt, my panties damp from his ministrations, and I leaned against the wall, trying to sort out what had just happened.
“I don’t see her.” I heard Mia’s voice, and in my panic, I remembered I was supposed to be meeting my friends. Myfriends, who at any time could have seen me flat against the wall, with a Devil’s fingers inside me.
What if they had seen Jett walk from this side of the building?
Shit.
Looking to the other side, I noticed the overgrown shrubbery and seriously contemplated scrambling over it to avoid any awkward questions.
“Maybe she saw the fight and went back in to find us?” I heard Shane say, and a few murmurs of agreement.
Go inside, please go inside.
“Okay, we’ll do a sweep of the floor again. It really isn’t like her . . .” I heard Mia telling them as they walked away.
I gave myself a few minutes, my hands patting my hair, trusting I hadn’t messed my messy bun up. My hands shakily straightened my top and smoothed my skirt. With a deep breath, I collected myself as I rolled my head on my shoulders, and then, with a confidence that I wasn’t feeling, I went into the party to join my friends.
* * *
Friday classes sucked balls. Not only had I not slept a wink because all I could feel was the frustration of an impending orgasm my fingers couldn’t give me, but I didn’t understand why he hated me so much.
Or did he hate me? Did you do what Jett did last night if you disliked someone? I didn’t know. Nor did I know how to ask Mia without telling her everything, and I didn’t want to say the words. I didn’t want to share the shame of my crazy one-night stand.
Plus, the whole campus was alive with themayhemthe Devils had caused last night. No one, of course, was accusing them outwardly, but it was obvious they had been up to theirtricks. In the early hours of the morning, three classrooms had been completely emptied of furniture. Every car parking space had a desk and a chair in it, and when people tried to park, the pile of furniture had begun to grow as the traffic backed up.
Most of the students lived on campus, but the admin staff, the faculty, the maintenance men, the groundskeepers, all of them commuted to work. Morning classes had been disrupted, and chaos had overtaken Cardinal Saints College.
Not only had they done this, but a devil’s trident had also been tagged onto the side of the stadium, and apparently, Coach Bowers had been explosive in his rage, screaming on the walkway to get thefucking Santo shitsto his office.
They were due to travel this afternoon to Missouri for the game tomorrow, and the only time I had been alert all day was when I heard some guy in my class tell his friend that he heard both Ash and Gray were being made to stay behind.
The rumor was a false one. I happened to be behind one of the assistant coaches in the coffee line when some guy asked him if the full offense was traveling this afternoon, and the coach had told them it was a full complement, minus QB, of course, who was still nursing an ankle injury.
Huh, his ankle didn’t look injured, I thought to myself, but I wasn’t a sports therapist.
