Page 50 of Jig's Last Dance
“Hate?” I ask to redirect her thoughts. And because I’m curious. Is that a street name? And if not, what a way to damn your kid from the start.
“Cyn’s cousin,” she says with a shrug.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, Cynster isn’t exactly a normal name either.
We drop into silence after that, and I while away the time checking out the masses before I get caught up in the fight taking place in the ring.
A beautiful, dark guy steps between the ropes. He scans the crowd with a smirk, and the women in front of the ring go wild. I can’t help my smile at the sound, and I guess this must be what breaks Jig because out of nowhere, he grabs my hand and pulls me along down a dark hallway and into a room that turns out to be the broom closet.
The door isn’t fully closed before he picks me up and presses me against it. After the foreplay in the car, I’m aching for more, and I wrap my legs around his waist, bucking into him.
“Is your sweet pussy wet?” he purrs, grabbing me through the thin layer of cloth.
Whimpering, I arch against him as he grinds his palm against my core.
“Answer me,” he growls, and I meet his glittering stare, my heart pulsing at the feral sound.
Words escape me, so I nod, clenching everywhere when his eyes light with fire and he slides a finger inside.
“Jig,” I groan as I thrust against him, all rational thought gone in the wake of his gruff attitude and long as fuck finger.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a wicked curl, and I shudder, pumping against him desperately.
“That’s right, get yourself off because when you’re done, I’m going to fill that pussy.”
I barely register his words, only the rush in my ears as I tip over the edge and convulse around him, staring at the ceiling blindly. The pulsing pleasure slowly fades, and dazed, I collapse against the door when Jig drops me to my feet.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” he husks, pulling his dick free.
Remarkably, I pulse once more, mesmerized by his hands stroking his dick brutally. The tip is already wet, aching for more, and dumbly I watch until he steps forward.
Snapping back to reality, I move away, sliding along the wall. This isn’t how I want to lose my virginity, not even if it’s with the hottest asshole I’ve ever seen. But my stomach drops when his bright eyes track my movements, and his mouth curves down into a frown.
He lifts his eyes to mine before his gaze hardens. He slaps a silly smile on his face. The affectation hurts my heart, and I watch with regret when he turns away. It’s the only reason I speak, knowing this isn’t his business. For all I know, I’m giving him ammunition.
“Jig,” I say, grabbing his arm. He tenses under my touch, staring out the open door, and with a shiver, I drop my hand, whispering, “I’ve never—I . . . not in a closet.”
I lower my gaze, staring at my boots. My throat is thick, and when he finally steps through the door, closing it behind him, I let the tears fill my eyes.
He didn’t even look back. This feels like a rejection, and after I bared a side of me that no one, not even Shawn, knows for sure.
What a cluster.
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I give myself a few minutes to calm down before wiping away the stupid tears. Suck it up. Maybe he doesn’t care for virgins. Maybe he doesn’t care for me. But it doesn’t matter.
I’m here because Jig wants answers, or I guess I do, but either way, I now have to consider what I need to do to get out of this. If not, I could very well end up in the ground.
It’s not what I was hoping for my senior year of high school.
Jig and Bastion are nowhere to be found when I emerge. I spy Rain and Cyn speaking to a hulking dude who screams,Don’t fuck with me.
Is this his cousin then? Fuck me.
I don’t need more assholes on my back, so I retreat to a corner to wait it out, half contemplating walking, when Declan, another of Shawn’s brothers, appears.
I guess I should have expected it, but his stern expression tells me all I need to know, and I sag against the wall in preparation for another damn interrogation.