BAD REP(78)

Pulling up to his house, I wondered if I could get away with just staying in the truck.  “You coming?” Jordan asked, getting out of the vehicle.  I sighed and climbed out.  He took my hand as we entered the front door.  Several of his brothers were in the living room and every single one of them looked up as we came in.  The looks they gave us ranged from surprise, confusion, to outright leering.

“Hey, man.  Where've you been hiding?” One of the guys asked as we headed toward the stairs.  Jordan slung his arm around my shoulders.

“Ah, you know.  Here and there,” he answered vaguely.  The guy, I think his name was Derek, looked between Jordan and me.  His lip curled a bit when he took in the possessive way Jordan held me.  I tensed and tried to move away, but I was held firm.

“You know Maysie Ardin, right?” Jordan asked, a little confrontationally.  Derek's eyes flicked to me but then looked away.

“Yeah, sure.  Maysie,” he said.  But I could hear the chill in his voice.  It made me feel like absolute shit.  Jordan didn't miss the way his “brother” greeted me.  His jaw hardened and he pushed passed the other guy and led us to the stairs.

“Asshole,” Jordan muttered under his breath as he dropped his arm from around my shoulder and took a hold of my hand. I squeezed his fingers but didn't respond.  What could I say?  This was not a good beginning to our first venture into public as a couple.  I had a feeling this was going to be a long day.

Jordan and I went into his room and I sat down on the bed while he found some clothes to change into.  “Like what you see?” he asked huskily as he took off his shirt, catching the way my eyes clung to his every movement.  He was so damn mouthwatering, and hell if he didn't know it.  For the first time I was able to see the tattoo on his back that spread up toward his neck.  It was a black Celtic sun in the middle of his shoulder blades.  The flames leaping up to wrap around his neck and arms.  It was amazing.  And hot.  And I wanted to trace it with my tongue.

“Not bad,” I said noncommittally, though I had to swallow around the lump that had formed in my throat just by looking at his naked torso.  Jordan arched his eyebrow at me, not fooled in the slightest.  Then with careful slowness, he pulled on a gray Generation Rejects t-shirt.  I felt like I was watching a strip show in reverse.  He was so freaking sexy, even when putting his clothes on.  I was debating whether we should just skip our classes and spend the rest of the day in bed, getting better acquainted when the door burst open.

“Jordan!  Where the hell have you been, man?”  Gio came into the room and punched Jordan good- naturedly on the shoulder.

“I've been at Garrett's.  We've been putting in a lot of practice time so I needed to be over there.” Jordan answered dismissively.  I watched the two of them and I realized Jordan didn't like Gio at all.  Not that I blamed him.  Gio was a jerk.  And he just earned the title all over again when he realized I was sitting on Jordan's bed.

“Well, that's not Olivia,” he said with a sneer.  Jordan's shoulder's tightened.

“Shut up, Gio.  That shit's uncalled for,” Jordan said in a dangerously soft voice.  Gio put his hands up in mock surrender.

“I was just making an observation, man.  Just a little surprised to see the swap in bed partners.   After all, it was Olivia's fine ass up in here just a few weeks ago.  Though *'s *, right?”  Gio grinned nastily in my direction.  The acid bubbled in my stomach though I was proud of the hateful glare I threw in his direction.  Gio purposefully licked his lips, his eyes raking over my body as though he saw straight through my clothing.  This guy had date rapist written all over him.  What a creep.

Jordan got in the other guy's face.  “That's enough.  Get the f*ck out,” Jordan growled, his face a scary shade of red.  Gio looked at Jordan with a twinge of disgust.

“Whatever.  It's your dick.  You can dip it wherever you want.  Though I'd be sure to wrap it with that one.”  I barely had time to register the insult before Jordan's arm reared back and swung around to connect with Gio's jaw.

Gio went to the floor.  He held his hand up over his face.  “What the f*ck man?” he screamed, trying to get to his feet.  Jordan hauled him up and threw him out into the hallway.  He stood over Gio, his hands clenched by his side, ready to do more damage if necessary.