“So? He doesn’t need to know that.”
“Your mom went on and on about it to him at church last Sunday.”
“What if you text him where you are and then say we fell asleep watching a movie or studying together?” he suggests, continuing to rock into me.
“Mmm,” I moan in appreciation. “You’reverypersuasive when you’re doing that.”
“Is that so? In that case,” he says as he rolls me onto my back and drags his boxers down. When he runs his thick length through my drenched core, I whimper in response. “Just think, baby. If you stay here, you can get this any time you want. All hours of the night.”
Part of me wants to scream yes, but there’s a part of me that’s holding back, and I’m not sure why. Yet I quickly realize part of the reason when I can’t stop myself from asking, “Have you ever stayed the night with a girl?”
“No,” he responds, and I must do a poor job of hiding my shock because he cracks a smile. “What? Is that surprising to you?”
“Well, yes. You said you’ve thrown parties here before, and I’d have assumed you brought girls up here and they stayed the night with you.”
He shifts his weight, pitching himself up on his elbows so he can hold my gaze as he hovers above me—the sight is beyond intoxicating.
“Let’s get one thing straight: I’ve never had a girl in this room. Ever. Not in this bed, not in my shower, not alone in the kitchen where I plan to feed you later. And I’ve never stayed the night with anyone at my house, or anywhere else for that matter. You’ll be the first and only girl I want to do that with, T.”
His sage eyes remain locked on mine, and I feel myself being pulled even farther into Jackson’s current. And it’s then I decide to jump head first without giving it another thought. “I’ll stay tonight, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to convince my dad to let me stay the entire weekend. Tonight will be reason enough to ground me for the rest of the summer, I’m sure.”
“I’ll break you outta jail.” Chuckling, he places a quick kiss on my forehead, and another on each of my collarbones before hopping off the bed.
Sitting up, I watch as he tucks himself back into his boxers before I ask, “Where are you going?”
“Your stomach was growling, so I’m going to feed you some dinner.”
When I quickly look down at his pitched boxers, he shakes his head. “Trust me, there’s plenty of time for that, baby.”
Tossing me his shirt, he sends me a sinful wink before heading out of his room. “Come on, Tae. I’ve been told I make a wicked-good grilled cheese,” he calls from down the hall.
With a huff of annoyance at my stomach’s greedy interruption, I pull his shirt over my head and breathe in his heady scent—a spicy, woodsy blend that’s entirelyhim.
Forgoing my panties that lie on the floor, I decide right then and there that if I’m going to take the risk of breaking my father’s rules by staying the night, I better make the most of it. I’m going to make it my mission to drive Jax wild.
Jackson
Shutting off my bathroom light, I freeze in my tracks as I take in the sight of my heartbreakingly beautiful girlfriend sitting on the edge of my bed with nothing but a thin sheet covering her body and my Gibson guitar laid across her lap.
Taevin frets a few chords, and my heart swells with pride with how quickly she’s picked up on what I’ve taught her. She’s been practicing every chance she gets, and I make a mental note to get her her very own guitar for her birthday. Or maybe like a four-month anniversary present? People do that, right?
I listen for a moment, loving how lost she is in the music, but I can’t remain inconspicuous when she begins percussive slapping the guitar—something I hadn’t taught her yet.
“And how, my little Thorn, did you learn to do that?” I question.
She startles for a moment before giving me a soft smile once she sees me. “I may or may not have been practicing with my choir teacher’s guitar at school during my study hall.”
“You’re going to become an expert in no time.”
“Sometimes the student becomes the teacher, but I don’t think that’ll be the case with us,” she explains. Taking her hand off the neck of the guitar, she pats the space on the mattress beside her. “Come sit, I want to play you something I’ve been working on.”
I move to her on instinct, marveling at the sight of her completely naked in my bed with a guitar in her hand. I’ve never seen a sexier scene in my life. Taevin’s tousled hair falls to her waist, giving her a freshly fucked look, which causes my dick to thicken beneath my boxers.
“Show me what you got.”
She shifts excitedly toward me, causing the sheet to fall to her waist, leaving her perky tits on display for me, and I have to literally bite my knuckle to hold back the groan that wants to slip from the sight. “Okay, so I’ve been playing around with these lyrics for a few weeks now, but the composition just kind of came to me when I was messing around in the choir room earlier this week. It’s rough, and I think you could help make it so much better because you’re an insanely talented guitar player, but anyways, it goes a little something like this,” she explains as she begins strumming the opening chords of the piece she’s been working on.
The melody is beautifully spellbinding. And the moment she opens her mouth to sing the opening lines of the song, I’m entranced. My girl has me completely bewitched within the first verse. Closing her eyes as she plays, Taevin gets lost in the lyrics. She sings about finding your first love and falling fast and hard, and I quickly realize she’s written a song about the two of us.
