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I rise up on my tiptoes to give Ace a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the hub, and head through to the girl’s poolside changing rooms. Class will soon be in session for everyone, but for now, the changing rooms are empty. I slip inside and head to Amber’s locker, easily picking the lock and breaking it open. There’s so much I could do once I’m in, I’m almost spoilt for choice. There’s no time, though.
I take a deep breath and quickly do what I came in here for, reaching for Amber’s stash of swimming caps. I immediately pour my peroxide solution into each of them, hoping that it’ll be too late for her to notice. I just have time to switch out her school-issue swim towel with one I’ve rubbed with chilli, managing to slip out before the first students start to enter. It’s small, but it’s a start. I only wish I could be there to see the moment where the chilli she’s rubbed all over her body activates and sets her skin on fire. Shame, I’ll have to rely on the gossip network to report back to me.
Once I’m done I head back to my room, skipping last period. I use the time to work on Lizzie’s diary, once again feeling bad for neglecting her. Once I’ve put in some work on that, I take time getting ready. If Jax and Thorn are at the house tonight, it’ll be the first time we’ve all hung out since New Year, and I want to look nice. I can’t just pretend that nothing happened though; tonight, we’re all going to talk.
***
When I get to the house a little while later, I let myself in through the unlocked door, walking in on a very naked Jax. He’s only got a small towel wrapped around his waist, and his dark skin is glistening wet. He looks like a Greek god carved to perfection.
“Oh sorry, the door was unlocked so I...”
“It’s fine.” His voice is like molten chocolate: sweet, seductive and moreish. I don’t quite know where to look though. I’m such a perv I’m mentally willing the towel to drop from his waist to show me the goods. I meet his eyes and am lost in their dark depths. I lick my lips, and Jax watches my every move. My heart’s thrumming in my chest and my pulse is racing. I want him. It’s greedy and crazy, and I already have more guys than I know what to do with, but that tension between us from Christmas hasn’t gone. If anything, it’s grown.
I step towards him at the same point he walks towards me. We meet in the middle, and he grabs my ass, his hand easily sliding under the dress I’m wearing. When he feels that I’m not wearing any underwear, he pulls back and whistles.
“No panties? Are you trying to kill me? That’s all I’m going to be thinking about all night now!”
He captures my lips in a sensual kiss, and I lose myself in him. I’ve missed him so much, and I love that this time he hasn’t pinned me, so I’m free to let my hands wander over his warm bare skin. I want to taste every inch of him because he looks, smells and feels so good. I may or may not have helped his towel come loose while we were kissing. Jax’s length was impressive - almost matching Rebel’s I thought - but more of the perfect girth of Thorn’s. I was so lucky. All of these guys had fantastic dicks, and so far three of them had demonstrated that they knew precisely how to use them.
I kiss Jax back boldly and wrap my hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping his shaft. Whenever my hand reaches the tip of his cock, I lightly twist with a flick of my wrist. It makes him pulse and groan. I feel a small amount of pre-cum leak out of the top, and I’m desperate to sink to the floor and take him in my mouth.
Just as I’m about to, Jax pulls away abruptly and steps back, putting several feet of space between us.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, dazed and confused.
“I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” He looks tortured as he runs his hand across his jaw.
“Wh-What?” I blink, not believing what I’m hearing. “You don’t want...?”
“No! I mean, yes! I want to. I want you. I really do. But I can’t.”
“Why not?” I blink back tears. Oh my god, I seriously need to get a grip. Who cares if he doesn’t want me when I have three insanely hot guys who do. And I’m leaving in a matter of months. I tell myself it doesn’t matter, but it does.
“Because,” he draws that one word for so long I think he isn’t going to continue. But then he does, “Because I need to get tested.” He finishes his sentence with heavy emphasis, and I know exactly what he’s talking about.
It sends me spinning. I knew he’d dated one of the princesses. He told me. But I just had a feeling it was Tilly he slept with - I could see the sexual chemistry between them that day in my room. I just hadn’t wanted to believe it. But here he was, telling me without telling me what I never wanted to hear. I blanch, feeling sick, and Jax quickly steps forward to comfort me, but this time, I step back out of his reach.
“I’m almost certain I’m clean, I swear, but I can’t, I won’t, put you at risk until I’m 100% sure. That is, if you still want me, knowing...”
I shake my head. It’s too much to process. I really do want to vomit. And the worst thing is, I’m desperate to blurt out the truth: that it’s not true, Tilly doesn’t have Chlamydia or Gonorrhea, because I doctored her test results. I’m so desperate to be with him that it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him when I mentally kick my own ass to shut the fuck up! No sex - no matter how wonderful it promises to be - is worth risking exposure for. But I do want to facepalm - my scheming essentially has me cockblocking myself.
Nice one, Raven.
I glance up at Jax and see his cool, calm demeanour he usually wears has slipped and he’s looking intently at me with a pleading look in his eye. That’s when I realise I didn’t answer him. “I’ll wait,” I tell him quietly. For me, it feels momentous. Sex with the other guys just kind of happened (although I was pretty certain with Thorn it would be a sure thing) and yet with Jax, I was making plans. That was significant. But from the way his face lit up at my words, Jax thought so too.
“Why didn’t you go to the nurse today?”
“I don’t want to be part of the circus.” He shrugs, and I really like that he feels that way. I nod in understanding, then indicate that he should probably go and put some clothes on, just as Rebel comes crashing through the door.
He freezes, takes in the situation, and then bursts out laughing as Jax races upstairs to get dressed. Rebel turns to stare at me, taking in my swollen lips, messy hair and dishevelled clothes before grinning slowly. He takes a step towards me, eyes on fire, and draws in a long deep breath through his nose.
I shit you not, he just fucking sniffed me, like a damn dog.
I scowl at him and chastise him.
“Fuck, little bird, you smell fucking amazing,” he tells me, coming even closer. “You smell so good when you’re aroused. It’s going to drive the other guys wild...” My cheeks burn, I’m so mortified.
“You’re cockblocked, aren’t you?” he asks, nodding his head and ignoring the glowers I’m throwing his way. “Why didn’t you tell him the truth?”
