Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)

It was at that time when Jesse pulled into the parking lot and wheeled to a stop in front of us. Beth gestured to him. “Not many would keep a relationship secret with the biggest star at Grant West.”


Standing, I gave her a crooked grin. “Not many know who I am here. I’d like to keep it that way.”

She frowned and I knew the wheels were going again. I hadn’t meant to sound mysterious, just that I didn’t want people pitying me when they heard about my older brother’s tragic death or my parents’ neglect. Too many stares and too many whispers hadn’t helped my grief back home. Coupling that with the target on my back that’d be there once people knew my connection to Jesse sounded like my worst nightmare. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it’d get out, but I had every intention of prolonging that as long as possible.

As I got in, Jesse flashed me a grin. It melted my panties. Oh boy. Those black shades on him were lethal to my hormones. Beth was a forgotten thought as he peeled out of the parking lot. When we met Hannah’s red Camaro, I was grateful his windows were tinted.

“Isn’t that your friend?” Jesse asked, turning onto the road.

I nodded and twisted around. Beth hopped into the Camaro and Hannah wheeled the car around to follow us. If I’d been driving, they would’ve been behind us within seconds. Jesse went fast. They were a speck behind us before long.

“Where are we going?”

He ignored that question. “I’m sorry I haven’t called.”

I frowned. I wanted to tell him I hadn’t cared, but I was trying to keep the lying only to myself. I said nothing instead.

“There’s a lot of shit going on with my dad. I can tell you, but I don’t want to. I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Why are you telling me this?” We weren’t a couple. I wasn’t his girlfriend.

“Because the press might get wind of it and I don’t want you hurt that I never said anything. I just,” he let loose a deep breath. “I just don’t want to deal with it.”

“Cord said something was going on.”

“Yeah.” He smirked at me. “He also said you didn’t seem too worried about me, said that you told him not to talk to you in classes too. Are we your dirty secret?”

“More like I’d be yours.”

The smirk flattened. “Are you f**king with me?”

My eyes widened when I heard a savage tone in his voice. I hadn’t expected that. “No, but you two are the basketball celebrities. I’m a nobody.”

His hand had clenched around the steering wheel. As his chest loosened and he let out a constrained breath, his hand never unclenched. “You’re not a nobody. I don’t ever want to hear you say that again.”

I wanted to be a nobody. It was easy that way. But I forced a bright smile. “Where are we going?”

“I’ll tell you when you tell me about your crazy night.”

Ugh. I groaned, just thinking about it. “Don’t make me sick. Recanting it makes me want to vomit.”

“You were sick last night?”

I nodded. “I was sick after the first stop in our crazy night of adventures.”

“First stop?” His grin widened so I was graced with his dimples. They were rarely seen and only two people knew of their existence, one of them was dead. Laying my head against the seat, I felt his gaze on me. He was studying me, much the same as Beth had done, but I felt warm under his perusal. Anyone else and I would’ve been prickly and getting ready for a fight if the scrutiny lasted too long. Not with Jesse. Everything was different with Jesse.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me where we’re going.”

He wheeled the car onto the highway and took a left. “Tiffany’s throwing that picnic.”

Oops. I’d forgotten.

Darn.

“And since my roommates are all going to be there, that means the house is going to be empty…” He glanced over as he let his statement hanging. His eyes darkened with lust and I groaned, feeling my own spark up in answer. One look and that was all it took.

I’d forgotten how much power Jesse had over me. “I thought we were in a fight.”

He shrugged. “We fight. We make up. Always have.”

My grin mirrored his. Always will.

With that shared look, everything else melted away. I wasn’t a freshman. He wasn’t a sophomore. He wasn’t even my brother’s best friend. It was only him and me and my heart picked up its pace. The car couldn’t get to his house fast enough.

Jesse reached over and slid a hand between my legs. I leaned back, closing my eyes, and concentrated on breathing as his fingers began working their way around. It wasn’t long before he had dipped them inside my pants and I helped him move the pants for better access.

He murmured, deep throated, “Scoot down.”