Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)(50)

“Is he?”

Jesse nodded. “Yeah, he is for me. But maybe he shouldn’t have to anymore.”

My breath hitched in my throat. My heart slowed. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he shouldn’t have to look out for you.”

I frowned. “He doesn’t, not really. I would’ve been fine in someone else’s group. He did that for him. Trust me. The hyenas were circling until he pulled me in.”

“I know, but I’m just saying…” A darker frown appeared and he started picking at his bedcover. What was going on? A sliver of panic started in me. It grew with each breath I struggled to take until I heard him say, “Maybe we should go public about us?”

Ice cold panic blasted me. I couldn’t handle this. No, no, no, no. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t want that. That meant—no. Shaking my head, I lunged off the bed and for the door.

“Hey!”

I slammed a hand into the door and fumbled for the handle, but Jesse was there. His arms trapped me in. The door wouldn’t budge now. Instead of turning me around, he pressed me against the door. His hips pushed into my backside and his mouth fell to my throat. He rasped out, against my ear, “That sends you into this? Are you f**king kidding me?”

The fury was back. Unease clawed into my gut as I knew I’d awakened his beast. Jeesuz. I needed to settle this. We couldn’t explode. “Jesse,” my voice trembled as he continued to move his hips into me. Oh god. In two seconds, I was writhing in his arms again. But this time, he wouldn’t turn me around. He wouldn’t do what I wanted. My head tipped back and his lips seared a path up. Sucking on the corner of my lips, his hand made its way underneath my pants and he worked his fingers between my legs. In one motion, he tipped his hips into me, lifting me up as his fingers took advantage of the slight opening. They went inside of me.

He’d been gentle at other times. Not this time. As his lips moved up the arch of my jawline before going back to my lips, he pumped his fingers furiously into me. He was angry and pissed off at me. He was taking it out on me. I groaned, searching for his lips with mine greedily. I wanted him in me, but his fingers kept thrusting, going harder each time.

I tried turning. His hips slammed me back in place; he didn’t care about hurting his own hand. Reaching behind me, I clamped a hold onto the back of his head and anchored him to me. His lips were fighting against mine. We were both trying to hurt each other as we fought to fulfill our insatiable hunger. As it began rising in me, a whimper left me and I couldn’t move. Another finger went inside. He kept going. My hand and head fell away to the door. I could only gasp for breath as he continued assaulting my body. My forehead rested there. Wave after wave crashed over me. I was unable to control the attack he was having on me and then I crested. Hurdling over the edge, my body lifted in the air from the climax, and Jesse’s arm went around me and held me suspended in the air as he flipped us around.

He threw me on the bed and shucked my pants down the rest of the way.

Then he was inside of me and I gasped. My body hadn’t stopped trembling from my first climax before he was working me back up once again. Thrusting into me, his body was rigid and determined. This wasn’t for me. This was for him. The coupling was rough. His hips pistoned into me until both of us tensed together. He shot himself into me as I climaxed, again.

Then he was off me. His shorts were pulled up and he was gone in the next second. I heard his car’s engine as the lights flooded into his room. He reversed his car and gunned the engine, soaring away.

Shit.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think. What had just happened?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Beth came to check on me. I’d been gone over thirty minutes. Still weak from the explosion from Jesse, I was mortified as well as angered when she told me. I didn’t ask what Tiffany and the other girls might’ve been thinking from my long absence, but then Beth said that Jesse called when he left. He told Jamie that some girl was sick in the basement bathroom.

He covered for me.

Beth had volunteered first to check on me and everyone was grumbling already. They didn’t want to get sick so when we went upstairs, Tiffany and Chandra gave me a wide berth. Even though they had moved into the living room, leaving Cord, Jamie, and myself in the dining room, I caught the sidelong glances they sent my way. The glares were bordering close to a mean girl snub. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were going to ask that I leave, but they kept quiet. However, later in the night after Hannah and Tiffany got into a yelling match, she was asked to leave. Beth went with her.

It was late in the night when the girls finally started to leave. Chandra went to her place, wherever she lived, while Tiffany and Kara both went to their boyfriends’ rooms. Drunk from wine and full from pizza, Kara whispered loudly to me that she couldn’t be seen in that state at the dorm. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, but I shrugged. I didn’t care. And I didn’t think RAs were supposed to always be in their rooms. They had lives too.

Derek, her boyfriend, gave me a polite nod as he ushered his girlfriend up the stairs. Jamie slapped him on the ass when they moved past, but Derek didn’t react. It must’ve been a common thing among this group of friends, so at one in the morning, I was left alone with Cord and Jamie. A box of wine had been opened and left on the table, alongside three opened boxes of pizza.