.

I roll myself over, grabbing my phone and selecting the side button that allows me to view the time. Call me paranoid—this is likely the hundredth time I've done this in the last two hours—but I can't I risk it. If I'm late my dad will never let me come over here again. Better yet, he would likely show up here and drag me back home after seeing no parents, beer cups, and boys scattered all over the floor. I have exactly one hour left before I need to get my ass back to my house.

No one has woken yet. Sleeping bodies lie all over the floor right where they sat most of the night. No one even bothered to change their clothes, including myself which just added to my anxiety last night. Sleeping in pajama pants would have been much better than a damn skirt, especially with Tyler sleeping a little too close for comfort. This shouldn't bother me as much as it does, especially since I grew up with him sleeping over most nights. Everything changed homecoming weekend.

Tyler was only part of the reason for the lack of sleep though. The other reason was the guy I knew was upstairs right now. The one who is some sort of criminal that my dad told me to stay away from. The one whose own sister told me to keep away from him. The one who, last night, I definitely did not stay away from.

I was not thinking straight when I let him take me into that bathroom. I was thinking with my vagina and that needs to not happen again. That finger of his—not invited back for another round.

The problem occurs whenever I'm in the same vicinity as Jax. I have never experienced feeling so aroused with a simple look and he likes to look at me. I like that he looks at me. No one looks at me the way he does, like he's undressing me with his eyes the entire time we have a discussion, but still managing to have a conversation. Kane has never looked at me like that or made me feel like he was interested too. Even the way Jax held me on the couch was different than Kane did the other night. Not only did Jax make me feel like he wanted me, but it was like he was protective too—like he knew that Tyler was bothering me.

Now, I'm just torn. I am ridiculously turned on by Jax, the off-limits criminal who wants to use me sexually and toss me to the side when he's "bored" and hopelessly in love with Kane who seems to have me friend-zoned (better yet, he looks at me like a sister). It wasn't until Tyler spilled the beans about stealing my virginity that Kane showed any sort of interest and now that I have it, I'm back to Jax.

I huff and flip myself over, pulling the small blanket I found up higher and feeling it leave my ankles bare. I really need to learn to sleep at my own house. I flip once more, attempting to get comfortable and giving up, just to continue glancing at my phone again and then back to Tyler.

I have to wake him and I really don't want to. He's a liability from last night. No one in this room could fuck things up for me like him and I'm not exactly his favorite person after the shit Jax pulled to piss him off last night.

Tyler is very much aware that Jax kissed me and that I kissed him right back. He also knows that Jax's number is currently in my phone. Tyler has an extremely big mouth and since last night did not go his way, I have a terrible feeling that he will open his big mouth to his bother. Or dad.

I use my elbow and nudge him a few times before finally I hear his breathing change and his eyes flicker open, lifting his thick eyebrows with confusion and looking around the room. He then allows himself to fall back to his pillow while he clutches his head and groans.

Hope that hangover sucks today, buddy.

"What do you want, Gabby?" he rolls himself over, unwilling to look at me.

I nudge him again.

"Jesus, what?" he turns back.

"We need to talk."

"Oh? Finally remember what you're missing and want another turn?"

I do not hide my look of total disgust. He is perfectly aware that I have no interest and yet continues making comments like that. I think he just likes the rise he gets from me and today, I'm lacking the energy to bicker with him.

"What then?" he sighs whilst staring at the drop ceiling.

"You did not see Jax kiss me last night, Tyler."

"Has that been worrying you all night, Gabby? That why you didn't sleep? Let me guess, you don't want Kane to know? Worried he won't like you back if he finds out about your little make-out session last night?"

Can people just read me like an open book? Are the names of the guys I like written across my forehead?

"I knew you wanted him."

"Yeah, well, there is no chance of that happening since I got into your car and not his. I'm more worried that he's going to open his big mouth to my dad."

Tyler's smirk is not nearly as charming as Jax's and I want to smack it off his damn face.

"Here's the deal, Porter. If my dad finds out about Jax, he's finding out about you. All of it. That the party he busted that night was yours, that you deflowered his baby girl in the back of your shitty car, and that the booze was supplied from Kane's Bar & Grill." I offer the toothiest smile that I can. "Got it?"

Looking utterly terrified at the thought of Dan Brooks hearing any of this and turning the color of a ghost, he nods his head yes.

"Tyler, did you see me with Jax last night?"

"No," he exhales.

"Great."

Problem solved.

I sit up and begin grabbing my things. I have a half hour before I need to be home.

"Kane says he's worried about you, Gabby. He wants you to be careful around Jax and I can't say I blame him. You don't know him—no one does. He's not from here and no one knows why he got in trouble. There has to be a reason why your dad doesn't like him."

I look back to Tyler, feeling weight behind his concern for me. He's not being his typically sex-crazed creep, but for a moment becoming the guy who is like another brother to me. I almost feel bad for threatening him. Almost.

"It was just a kiss, Tyler. He wanted to piss you off because you were being an ass to me. It was just for show." The words sting my lips as I say them, because I'm hoping they aren't true.

I grab my phone and stand from my spot. The room falls silent again while I fold the blanket and place it back on the sofa.

"If it was just for show then why did you kiss him back?" Tyler mutters just as I go to walk away.

I have no answer for that. I definitely did kiss Jax back, there's no denying it. And there was way more than just a kiss. I don't think straight around Jax. Clearly, I don't think straight around Tyler either.

With a disheartened shake of his head, he once again rolls himself back on his side so that he's no longer facing me. Only he could make me feel like the asshole in this situation for kissing someone I like.

"Whatever, Gabby. You obviously know what you're doing. I won't tell Kane."

"I never said I knew what I was doing," I shrug my slouched shoulders, even though he can't see me.

He doesn't turn back around and for the first time ever, he's ignoring me. I'm not going to push the conversation to continue, he said he'd keep his mouth shut. He knows my dad—who is basically another dad for him—would blow a gasket if he knew about the night at the lake.

My phone buzzing in my hand is the perfect distraction from Tyler's sudden silent treatment.

New Message: Alfie Tats 09:36AM: You awake?

I smile at the text, hoping that this is going to become a regular thing. Talking, texting, not begging him to get me off—that needs to not happen. If he was truthful about fooling around four times, that means I'm already down to three. That already makes me feel sick. I just started liking him and it already is close to being over.

I grab my bag and make my way back up the stairs. Jax is nowhere to be seen as I enter the living room and kitchen area. This leads me to believe he's in his room, which is an area I definitely don't trust myself in.

RE: Message: Alfie Tats 09:40AM: Just leaving.

In a matter of moments his door opens. Out walks a tattooed man wearing nothing other than boxers. Before I can even speak, (which, let's face it, there is a tattooed, half-naked guy in front of me who gave me an amazing orgasm last night. I can't speak.), I'm pushed up against the wall with the weight of his toned body and kissed hastily.

He tastes minty.

He could have warned me so I could brush my teeth too.

My arms wrap around his neck as he places his hands on my hips. My body automatically reacts and pushes into him. This kiss remains up to par with the one last night. His mouth is aggressive in the best way possible. The way he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth drives me wild for him as he slowly pulls away.

"Morning, Books," his smile presses against my jaw with a few tiny nibbles of my skin.

I cover my mouth, hiding my smile and morning breath. "You could have told me I was going to kiss you so I could brush my teeth, ass."

He obviously doesn't care. He dives back in for another kiss and I kiss him right back. The kissing moves down my neck and a moan escapes me. I can feel his mouth turn to a smile at the sound of it as the kisses continue.

"Jax, I need to get home. I told my dad I'd be home by ten" I say in a deep breathy voice.

He brings his face back to mine so that we are nose to nose.

"So about those orgasms..." he whispers as his hand slides up my thigh and back to the lace panties that he pulled away last night.

I say nothing and just continue looking into his eyes.

"Three more..." he whispers. He rubs his fingers over the lace.

I shake my head no and giggle. "That was a one time deal, Jax. I need some self control around you."

He laughs. "It's already started. That was just one finger, Books. Imagine..." he tugs the lace to the side, "... what I could do with just one hand..."

Two fingers slide inside of me while his thumb begins the slow circles this time.

"Oh fuck" I moan loudly as my head falls back and my eyes roll shut.

He kisses below my ear. "Open those eyes, Gabby" he whispers as he pulls his fingers in and out of me.

"Oh my god" I continue to moan.

I can't even get my eyes to open. I'm trying but they just keep closing every time his fingers push into me. The circles combined with him inside of me is too much.

"Open them" he kisses my jaw. I never thought a kiss on the jaw could feel so good. I don't think it would matter where he kissed and it would feel amazing.

"I can't, Jax." My mouth hangs open and my eyes stay tightly closed. There is an orgasm building in me that is going to put last night's to shame.

He pulls his fingers away from me and puts the lace panties back into place, giving them a little pat.

"No eyes - no prize, Books."

My eyes fly open to the smirking man in front of me. He looks damned pleased with himself.

"Yep definitely not going to be another one" I hike my skirt back down.

His laughter radiates through the kitchen. He comes back and plants another kiss on my lips and his eyes find mine.

"I will be giving you three more, you'll see."

I shake my head to him.

"I never said I wouldn't give them to you all in one night either. We can end this just as fast as we started it. I told you, four and then I'm just your friend's brother."

The inner me is smiling. Because he just gave away part of his game. We could go fast... but we could go slow.

I smile back at him. "Oh Jax, I agree. You will be giving me three more..."

He nods agreeing, knowing his own game well. I grab his hand and place it on my thigh as his eyes light up. I drag his hand back to my panties and press it to them. His hand begins rubbing me again and now his mouth hangs open as I keep the speed that I want by keeping my hand on his. I feel him getting hard against my leg.

"... but I control when these legs spread for you. And my game...."

I kiss his lips and push his hand away from me.

"...is to drag this out as long as I can."

His eyes dart back to mine. I smile big and pick my bag back up from the floor.

"Books..." he groans, his erection is peaked under his boxers as I make my way to the front door.

"I'll see you around, Alfie."

The door shuts behind me and I make my way back to my own house across the street.

I'd say that sleepover was a success.

"Have a good time?"

My dad scares me as I walk in the door. He's sitting in the living room, not looking up from his morning paper. I'm five minutes early but I'm sure he's been sitting here for a good hour waiting for me to walk in this door.

I need to be as honest as I can without him freaking out. I always figure he knows way more than he lets on.

"Boys were there, dad. Didn't know that when I left. Cole, Tyler, James and Mike. Tyler and Cole are still over there. Tyler hit on me, but I didn't give in because boys only think with their dicks. We watched Candy Man and played Monopoly. The music was much too loud and I turned it down at nine so that the cops wouldn't be called by the uptight neighbors."

He chuckles and doesn't look up. I'm not sure if I've gotten away with this or not. I begin uncomfortably looking down at my chucks.

Jax is a chucks whore, I smile to myself.

"I had fun. Thank you for letting me go."

He glances back up from his paper and nods, returning his eyes to the 'news' of the county. Which is basically a list of obits, births and anniversaries.

I turn to walk up the stairs.

"And Jackson? Was he at this party?"

I slowly turn back around. "He stayed upstairs in the living room. We were downstairs. He never came down." Except to get my number...

"He didn't drink with you?" he lifts a brow.

I seriously get away with nothing.

I sigh. "No he did not. He drank water." And sucked the beer right off my damn lips.

"How many did you have?"

I sit on the stairs and sigh. "Five. I cut myself off and switched to water. I didn't want to get drunk."

"Her parents were not there, I am assuming?" He is keeping rather calm, all things considered.

Now is when I need to lie. Because that means that Jax was supervising and I'm fairly certain my dad would love nothing more than to get him in trouble just to keep him away from me.

"They were actually. So long as we don't drink and drive and told them we needed a ride we were fine to drink. They weren't going to leave a bunch of high schoolers drinking under the supervision of Jackson. That would have been a dick move."

He nods in agreement, obviously believing my story.

"So... how long this time?"

"Two weeks."

"Worth it." I smile and walk back up the stairs as he sits in the living room and laughs.

I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket, I know damn well my friends are not awake.

My eyes bulge at my screen.

Well shit.

"You're lucky I'm not grounded from my phone, Alfie." I answer.

He laughs and I find myself smiling.

"Before I begin taking dirty to you, Books - I need to know if your dad is going to ream me on Monday."

"He thinks your parents were there. So go along with it. Told him you stayed upstairs the whole night, drinking nothing but water."

"Thank you." I hear him let out a breath of relief.

"Yeah well I left out the part where you sucked beer off my tongue and then gave his daughter an orgasm in the bathroom and fingered her in the hallway."

I pull off my shoes and crawl into my bed, keeping my phone pressed to my ear. I didn't sleep last night and right now this bed feels so good.

"I didn't hear her complaining..." he laughs. "I heard a lot of moaning... but definitely no complaining."

A smile appears on my face thinking about last night. God, that was hot. All of it.

"Books, I'm going to need you to do some of my work for me here..."

"Oh? What am I doing for you exactly?" I ask confused.

"I'm going to need you to slip some fingers into those lace panties and finish what I started..."

Say what now?

"Hell no. I'm not getting charged to do your work..."

"Freebie. I need to know that you have a smile on your face the rest of the day and that I put it there, Gabby."

I am ridiculously turned on by this. At the same time, this is a terrible idea.

"Alfie, my dad is downstairs. Not a good idea."

"Then I advise you to not moan as loud as you did this morning..."

"Jax..."

"Gabby, I want you to take off that cute little jean skirt and put your hand into those panties. I'll even let you close your eyes this time."

I glance at my door. I'm not allowed to lock it. Usually when this occurs it's at night and I don't have to worry about my dad walking in.

"I'll wait..."

"Fuck it." I mutter and wiggle out of my skirt.

He chuckles as I shimmy the skirt off and toss it to my dirty clothes pile in the corner of my room.

"I want that middle finger of yours making tiny little circles around that sweet spot... nice and slow..."

I glance at the door again before grabbing my duvet and throwing it over me. Then I follow the tattooed boys instructions and slide my hand down into my panties, placing my finger right where he left off, making slow little circles.

"Feel good, Books?"

"Yes" I breathe out and close my eyes. My mouth hangs open a bit, just enough that I take my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Still wet, Books?" his voice gets deeper.

"Yes" I whisper again.

I keep the circles slow, just as he told me too, even though I really want to increase my speed.

"Going nice and slow right?"

"Oh yes..." I moan.

"That's what I like to hear..."

I know my breathing is getting heavier and he can hear it. I keep biting down on my lip to control my moaning.

"Books, I'm going to need you to take that finger and slide it in real slow and back out... then back to those little circles..."

Holy shit this is hot...

I slowly take my middle finger and slide it down, entering myself slowly as my mouth falls open

"Oh..." escapes my mouth.

I hear his breathing intensify on the other side of the phone as my finger returns to its circling.

"Jax, this is driving me crazy I want to cum..."

I want to pick up speed. I want him to tell me I can cum for him.

"Patience, Gabby..."

"Shit..." I moan as my pelvis begins to move on its own. "I'm going to soon..."

"You better not" he whispers. "Keep it slow."