Page 77 of Jig's Last Dance
My heart jumps at the contact, and I turn the subject, afraid to let this be more than it is. “Maybe Uncle Sal is punishing me. If so, he isn’t going to stop. Especially if my dad did roll over on him.”
Jig nods, but his eyes are cool as he pulls away and sits up on the bed. My heart pulses at the distance, so I roll over to the other side and sit, staring blankly at the wall.
“Alice.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, smiling ruefully. I miss it when he doesn’t call me sunshine. I think I need my head examined.
Shit.
“I want to help you, but you’re keeping something back, and if it hurts my family, I’ll have no choice,” he says.
A shiver rolls down my spine, and I bow my head. “No choice?”
“Yeah,” he says heavily. “I’ll ruin you.”
With that, I laugh, but the bitter emotion tastes acrid on my tongue. “I’m already ruined.”
He pauses before saying softly, “No, you’re not. You’re clinging to the edge. I don’t want to see you fall, but . . .”
“Your family.”
“I won’t lose anyone else.”
“Right. Mandy?”
The silence is so awkward that I shift, shivering in the breach. Finally, he says, “She might as well have taken me with her when she left.”
My heart free-falls. “I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. With a sigh, I stand and rub my face. “Can you take me back to the school?”
“Why?” he says, his brows crinkling.
“Because that’s where my car is.”
“Your car? Of course,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yes. Let me guess. You have a problem with that too?” I sass, mimicking him and his stance.
His brows drop over his eyes, and he steps into me. “It’s hard to believe you’re so fucking innocent when you’re prancing around with gifts from the devil.”
“Fuck you. What was I supposed to do? Say no?”
“How about, yes?” he barks.
“How about fuck off?” I scream, waving my arms around.
He leans into my face, and I push against his chest, my heart pumping erratically. Before I know it, I’m in his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist, and we’re kissing like if we don’t, we’ll die.
He moans into my mouth, and I whimper, pulling my shirt over my head when he reaches for it. His eyes light with fire at the sight of my breasts, and he leans over, sucking a tip into his mouth.
“Jig,” I cry, leaning back and pumping against his erection.
“Fuck, sunshine,” he growls, dropping me to the bed and hovering over me. His bright eyes seer me as he pushes my legs apart and thrusts between them. A rush of tingles erupts all over my skin, and I arch, begging for more.
With a wicked smirk, he massages my clit through my jeans while I squirm, seeking the pleasure that’s so very close.
“So hot,” he says, rising long enough to pull at my jeans. When they’re at my ankles, he drops between my legs, and I cry out when he licks me up and dives inside.