She looks between us and then at me, her eyebrows scrunched up in question. I plan to order in, once I know what she wants, and besides, she arrived early, so there’s still time. I’m glad she was early, since it gives us a little more time to figure things out.
I lean down and reach up, gripping her chin to capture her lips with mine. Gracie freezes in obvious surprise instead of kissing me back. After a moment, she regains her composure and kisses me back. I raise my eyes and wink at Jasper, giving him the signal to act. We’d come up with signals last night. Just the two of us. I don’t think Adrianna is into this. I don’t know what’s going on with her, but she’s been pulling back lately.
When I pull back, Jasper takes hold of Gracie’s shoulder to grab her attention. When she turns to him, he kisses her and slinks an arm around her waist. He hoists her up and onto his lap, which she instinctively straddles. I scoot next to him and brush aside the dark locks of her hair, leaning to kiss her neck, feeling her shudder beneath me. My dick thickens in the erection again, twitching. I drag my nails down her shirt and sweep them under, grazing my fingers up her back. I trail them around her side and run up to her bra, toying with it for a moment. She doesn’t stop me, which tells me it’s a greenlight, so I tug the cup of her bra back and squeeze lightly.
She gasps against Jasper’s lips and pulls back, breaking their kiss. I watch Jasper reach up with one hand, dig his fingers into her hair, and pull. As her head tilts back, I see her eyes widen, and her shoulders droop, eyelids fluttering slightly. I draw my hand out from beneath her bra and shirt and reach up, curling fingers around her neck just to test the waters. I squeeze her neck gently at first.
“Harder,” she breathes, her lips parted just slightly, just loud enough for me to hear.
I squeeze tighter and hear a low moan leave her lips.
“I’m ready to order dinner,” Adrianna announces, annoyance in her voice. “Seriously? I thought you weren’t going to do anything until after dinner.”
I let go of Gracie and turn to Adrianna, pursing my lips. “You never have a problem with it when we do things with you before planned times.”
She rolls her big blue eyes. “Your sister is here, by the way,” she says bitterly.
I launch off the couch at her words and grimace when Gracie yelps, crashing to the ground without me holding her from behind. Jasper must have been too distracted to keep a proper grip on her.
“Sorry,” I mumble and adjust myself, hoping my erection doesn’t show.
It's already fading, though. The mention of my sister does that to the little guy. Grumbling, I make my way back to the front house to greet her.
Chapter36
Gracie
My heart is racing. I can’t stop it. My mind is spinning, and I almost feel like I’m floating like I did when high. Fuck, I’m not high, am I? I really fucking hope not. I hope neither one of them has taken anything and I breathed it in just by kissing them. I mean, that won’t cancel my sobriety because I didn’t know, right? Shit, shit. I need to call Tris. I have to make sure. My hands are clammy, my stomach tight. They would’ve told me, though. Luke would’ve told me.
Would he have thought? I mean, I barely know the fucking guy, and yet, I’m here in his house, kissing him and another guy, getting a little sexual with him. I’m still tingling in excitement from my breast being squeezed a little, but most of it is from the choking. I didn’t realize beforehand that I kind of like that sort of thing. I’m not into big pain, but it is a little exciting to have a bit of fun.
I get up from the couch and fix my shirt, ensuring that my bra is in place. I look down at Jasper, whose legs are stretched out in front of him. A huge giant bulge is evident in the crotch of his pants, telling me that he’s just as turned on as I am with this whole thing. He tilts his head back, and I watch as his shoulder-length hair falls over his shoulders. My parents are going to freak out if they ever meet this guy. He is the epitome of a bad boy. Well, he is looking in from the outside. I didn’t see any motorcycles outside, but they have a closed garage, so who knows what they’ve got here.
After a moment, while the voices in the main hall chatter, Jasper sits forward and turns, reaching out to the side table. There, he plucks up what looks like a cigarette, but as he lights it up, I instantly take in the pungent scent. I know it too well, and it makes my fingers twitch. I can’t stop myself from watching him as he draws the joint to his lips and takes in a large puff of it.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” A voice cracking on the words snaps my head around to face Kate.
She snarls at me, nostrils flaring. Her eyes are bloodshot, puffy, and it's pretty damn obvious she’s been bawling. My stomach twists, knowing it's partly my fault. I open my mouth to say something, maybe even apologize, but I can’t say anything. Words just don’t exist right now.
“First you take my boyfriend, and now, you’re trying to take my brother? What kind of fucking slut are you?”
I blink, feeling the well of tears and trying to push them back before they can give me away. I don’t want her to know that her words do hurt. She sees me in a really shitty light, and I doubt anything I say can or ever will change that.
“You know, whatever. Fuck you.” She sneers at me and turns and disappears down another hallway.
I barely catch a glimpse of Adrianna following behind.
“You want some?” Jasper breathes, and I turn in time to see a cloud of smoke billowing from his lips.
I shake my head and step a little further to him, but my eyes linger on the joint as he draws it back to his lips.
“She’s sober,” Luke chastises as he reappears.
Jasper blinks and shrugs. “A little weed won’t make her spiral.”
Luke plops back down on the couch and takes the offered joint, putting it to his lips. I take a step towards the door, my heart racing. I’m not sure if it’s from being near drugs for the first time in such a long time, from how hot the guys are and still feeling their lips and hands on me, or because of Kate. Maybe it’s a mixture of all of it. Either way, I think I need to leave. I need to escape. I should probably call Devon or maybe even one of my parents to pick me up. Maybe Tris. Somebody. Even Owen. Because despite his temper with me lately, him dropping everything to pick me up after I’d left the diner just because I was scared tells me he’ll do it again.
I hope I’m not reading too much into that, though.