Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)

And this hadn’t been the first proposition. Judging by Jesse’s wariness, this wasn’t even the second or third. He sighed again. Books were closed. A chair was pushed back. His voice sounded again, more authoritative, “You’ve been a great study buddy, but our friendship needs to cool off.”


Another chair was shoved back. “That’s not what you said this summer.”

A knife went into my chest. My insides were gaping out now. They’d hooked up.

“And that was a mistake. Trust me.”

“How about last fall? That was another mistake?” She lowered her voice so it was a seductive whisper now, “Jesse, it was good with us. You’re the only guy that I’d leave Jamie for. You know that. You know how I feel about you.”

“Stop. I mean it.”

A harsh intake of breath and then she demanded, “Are you seeing someone? Jamie thinks you are. I thought he was being an idiot, but are you? Who’s the girl?”

“I’m not talking about this anymore.”

“So there is. Who?! I’ll find out. You know I will.”

“Tiffany.”

“You know I can find out and you know what I’ll do to that girl when I find out. It’ll be better if you just tell me right now. I’ll even promise to leave her alone. Just tell me, Jesse. Come on.”

“I’m not seeing anyone. You’re officially crazy.”

I heard something being shoved into his bag and I stood from behind my bookshelf. He hadn’t told her. He hadn’t said a word, but her threats stung. It was worse than I thought. I knew if we went public, it wouldn’t be good for me. Girls were obsessed with Jesse Hunt. I’d heard the giggles in the bathroom, from rooms with opened doors, behind girls in line at the food court. Basketball star that everyone already figured would go pro and the son to movie producer Malcolm Hunt. There was a reason Jesse kept a low profile around campus, but hearing the lethalness from Tiffany made my hair stick up.

Jesse rounded my bookshelf and braked. His eyes went wide, but he didn’t say anything. A wall slammed over him, but I caught a dark emotion in there. My pulse raced. This wasn’t good. Backtracking, he caught Tiffany by the shoulder before she saw me too. He herded her the other way, muttering, “I forgot something.”

Trembling, I made my way to the table, but I knew I was pale as I sat down. Beth frowned, but didn’t say anything. Jesse and Tiffany swept behind us a few seconds later. Both ignored us, but her frown cleared and the corner of her mouth dipped down in disapproval.

I couldn’t take it. Grabbing my backpack, I stuffed my books and laptop inside before I hurried out of the library. When I rounded the corner, headed to the back of the library where my dorm was located, an arm grabbed me. I was pulled into a group of trees and bushes. It happened so quickly. I couldn’t react before I was pushed against the library’s wall and Jesse clamped a hand over my mouth. He hissed, “It’s me. Don’t scream.”

The scream was swallowed deep in my throat. As he pulled his hand back, I hit his chest. “Are you kidding me? Do you want me to have a heart attack?”

He grinned, so damned cocky. “That’s what you get for eavesdropping.”

Touché, but I wasn’t sorry. I glared at him. “You slept with her?”

His smile dropped. “Yeah. You knew there were other girls before.”

“Her boyfriend’s your roommate.” I didn’t say anything about us. I couldn’t. There was no exclusive contract, but it stung.

He sighed, leaning away to rest on the back of his heels. One of his arms was braced against the wall beside me. “He wasn’t at that time. It was a dick move; one that I’m ashamed of. But I didn’t like Striker last year and I still didn’t when Cord asked if he could move in. He was in Camden’s corner and gave me hell last year.”

Remembering when I had hidden in his hotel closet and the fight he’d gotten into, I was impressed at how Jesse had turned everyone around. He took them to the championship game. They hadn’t won, but everyone was looking Jesse’s way for another journey there. This time a win was expected.

“You haven’t done anything with her since?”

“No.” He gave me a dark look. “And she caught me when I was really drunk, both times. If anything she took advantage of me.”

Not surprising. Sighing, I wrapped a hand around his arm and bit my lip, just feeling the touch of him again. It’d been a few days.

He thought the same thing as he tucked a finger into my waistband and tugged me against him. My head rested on the wall as my back was arched, my body pressed into him. He watched me the whole time, his eyes darkened at the same time my lust started swirling in me again. It was always there, just waiting for the next time I was with him.

He bent low and nuzzled underneath my ear as his hand pressed flat against my stomach. His thumb began rubbing again. Each stroke made me forget where we were. As his ministrations grew bolder and slipped inside my pants, I was panting, holding his head against me as his lips nibbled the underside of my jaw. He whispered, “I want to go public.”