Dear God, I hope not. The idea of not getting to experience that kind of pleasure and freedom again makes me worried almost instantly.
I don’t have much time to overthink the situation before the boys get us started with our warm-up. I can feel Javier track my movements throughout the class even when our eyes aren’t meeting. But I know he’s watching me. I just wish I knew what he was thinking.
When we move into the demonstration portion of the evening, Javier doesn’t choose me to practice with, and the reality sits in that maybe I can’t handle this. Extreme jealousy bursts in my chest as I watch him touch another girl. I end up working with Clay a bit, and then Justine, one of the other girls, all while trying to ignore the stabbing feeling in my chest watching Javier talk and teach the other girls. I attempt to fake a smile and polite easiness during the rest of the class. But as soon as we’re dismissed, I run out of the room.
Right before I’m heading out the door, that voice that’s been taunting me in my dreams whispers in my ear. “Meet me at my house at nine o’clock.”
Like a thief in the night, Javier disappears as quickly as he came, but his words don’t leave my mind as I drive home and take a shower.
Should I go over there after he ignored me all night? I know he said this is just sex, but after sharing that experience and after our talk at the brewery, I figured we’d be on more friendly terms than how this evening panned out. I expected at least a smile or a hello—anything that didn’t make me feel like he went right back to looking at me the way he always has—like a girl he couldn’t stand being near.
Even though part of me wants to tell him to fuck off after the way he acted, another part of me wants to know what his deal was. So against my better judgment—which might be seriously lacking right now—I dry my hair, slip on a pair of capri leggings and a loose tank top, and drive across town to Javier’s house.
As I park, I see the porch light flicker on and then Javier’s head pop out of the window for a brief moment. When I move to knock on his door, the wood swings open and Javier greets me bare chested in nothing but a pair of blue jeans.
God damn, this man is hot. Why on earth did I never notice him?
His muscles appear shiny from the beads of water dripping down his bronze skin and the light reflecting off the back of him. His hair is styled in that messy perfection that only comes with just having taken a shower, and his scent hits my nose, confirming he must have just cleaned himself up, the fresh and woodsy smell of his soap drawing me into his house and closer to him.
“Thanks for coming,” he says as he shuts the door behind me, presses his chest to my back, and then rests his hands on my shoulders. Before I can speak, his lips find the crevice where my neck meets my shoulder and he kisses the skin ever so slightly, igniting my entire body.
Focus, Sydney. Remember, you came here to ask him what his problem is.
“Why were you such a jerk earlier?”
His lips stop moving and lift from my body completely as he turns me around to face him.
“What do you mean?”
I scoff and then place my purse on his counter, followed by my hands on my hips. “You barely said anything to me tonight. I thought we agreed to move past the animosity, Javi? I let you fuck me and then you treated me like dirt earlier.”
He stares at me for a moment before moving forward and placing his hands on my hips, causing mine to fall. “I didn’t mean to treat you like dirt, as you so eloquently described. I just didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to us so people wouldn’t think there was something going on.”
“Oh …”
He grins. “Yeah, oh. I figured privacy was important to you and it’s nobody’s business anyway if we’re having sex.” One of his hands lifts from my waist and then he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, bringing me back to that high I felt when his lips touched me. “And in case you forgot, you asked me to fuck you, Princess. So I did. And tonight, I’m going to do it again.”
I can’t fight the anticipation that radiates all over my body with his promise. “Is that so?”
“As long as that’s what you want. No matter what you might think here, Sydney, you’re the one in control. We don’t do anything you don’t want to do, okay?” He bends slightly at the knee so his eyes are level with mine as he searches them for answers.
I give him a slight nod. “Sounds good.”
“Good. Now turn back around, Princess. I’ve been thinking of this ass for the past three days and I want my hands on it again.”
I do as I’m told, shaking with excitement as Javier’s voice slips into the deep, controlling rasp that I’ve grown to crave—and when that craving started, I have no idea.
“I don’t want Clay touching you again,” he growls in my ear, massaging the flesh of my ass cheeks.
“Well, he only did because you were avoiding me.” My words are sharp, mostly because I don’t want Clay touching me either.
His tongue darts out and licks my neck again as I reach behind me to weave my hands through his jet black hair. “And I thoroughly regretted that decision once I lived through it. He doesn’t get to touch what’s mine.”
“What’s yours?” I ask breathlessly, growing wetter with his declaration.
“You’re mine if I’m fucking you, Sydney. No one else’s. Do you understand?”
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