Only Mine novel Chapter 6

On Monday I'm dragging to classes, not really paying as much attention as I should, but I couldn't really concentrate after Friday evening. I wasn't able to fall asleep for a while after and all I could think of was his deep voice insinuating fucking me in my car.

And that just kept going since then. So today I was a mess. Again. I am the kind of person who really loves her sleep and not getting enough of it makes for an incredibly annoyed person. An incredibly annoyed horny person. Luckily, I didn't have to go to work today, and I planned on taking it easy once getting home.

During my lunch break, I met with Mike for coffee and a sandwich at one of my favourite restaurants. Mike is a really sweet boy, well, almost a man now, and looking more handsome with every day. I couldn't wrap my head around him being eighteen already. We talked about his school and future plans - not one of his favourite topics, but at least he talked about them with me. He wanted to study Computer Science and I really tried to encourage him in doing so. He was extremely bright and dedicated as long as he puts his mind to it.

Since he was a kid he never shared much of his feelings and growing up all of it just intensified. I was always happy when he gave me those small bits and pieces of what's going on in his head and I was glad to see that he was doing okay. After the initial shock, he actually realized he liked Brian and wanted him to marry his mum. Well, he didn't explain it in so many words, but it was a fair sum-up of his thoughts.

Happy to finally have time to catch up, I gave him a tight hug before we went our separate ways.

When I finally got home later that day I fell dead in bed, sleeping for two hours straight. I woke up fresher and slightly more ready to take on the world. My dreams were a bit blurry, but I still remembered seeing the deep green eyes looking at me with that raw intensity. I can’t escape him even in my dreams.

Hanna was busy the whole weekend, so I didn't get out of her what was happening on her Friday date. I was more than curious; she usually doesn't forget to mention if she's meeting someone.

This cleared my agenda to finally call Becca and face a hundred questions from her side.

She picked up after the second ring and we fell in a nice chat, just going through the daily stuff and me mentioning I've hung out with Mike. At last, she couldn't hold herself back any longer.

"So.... How was with Jake yesterday? I feel there is more to the story than you are telling me."

And since there was really no escaping it, I gave her a thorough sum up from the coffee shop incident to our intense conversation the other night. After the initial shock, her feelings were mixed about the whole situation, because she likes Jake and thinks he is an amazing person and friend, but she believes he is really bad at the whole serious-relationship thing. Which I already assumed without her saying it.

No matter all the alarms going off in my head, I couldn't get him off my mind. It was ridiculous. Not even with Scott was I obsessing about a guy that much. He just had a way to get under my skin and I think Becca felt it. Which is why she had the need to express her worries and warn me away from him. I tried to persuade her, and me at that point, that I'm not taking this further and won't probably see him much anyway, so there is really nothing to be worried about.

I mean, I haven't met the guy until now, how much chance is there to bump into him all the time from now on, right?

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It's Friday night and there are Halloween parties happening all over the city.

Becca and I with a couple of other friends decided to hit the clubs, put on costumes, drink and let off some steam. We planned on checking out the recently opened nightclub The X that was the main attraction at the moment and the in place to go. All the girls met at our friend Amy's house where we dressed up and had a few drinks to set up the mood. There is nothing like a girl's night out.

I was wearing a black Gothic dress with a silky black lace corset that squeezed my waist and showed off my cleavage in just the right amount of sexy but not slutty. At least that was what I was aiming for. I made my hair straight and let it fall freely down my open back and I covered half of my face with a sensual black mask that made me just a tad bit mysterious and harder to recognize. We were all wearing Gothic theme dresses and all five of us looked smoking hot.

I was looking forward to getting a bit intoxicated; I needed the distraction more than ever. Jake was still on my mind every free second I had and I haven't even seen him or heard about him since that time at Becca's apartment. Yep, I definitely needed the distraction of my best girls.

When we arrived there the club was already packed and everything around us was buzzing with laughter, drinking, and moving bodies on the dance floor. With all the people wearing masks the atmosphere was just enough funny and creepy that we got in the zone immediately.

It was a nice modern place consisting of two floors. On one floor small beige couches were pushed to the walls with dark club tables in front of them, which left plenty of space for a giant dance floor in the middle that was currently packed with dancing bodies. On the other side of the dance floor was a long bar stretching almost from one side of the room to another and bartenders were working their magic with mixing cocktails and putting shots in front of their customers. The club gave an attractive electric vibe and it just begged you to join the hype.

We started with ordering shots at the bar with some creepy Halloween names that none of us actually knew what they were made of. Soon I was feeling pretty buzzed and came to the stage where I was a completely relaxed, out-going, funny version of myself. I love this version; it doesn't show its face much in my everyday life.

The night was progressing well, we were having a blast, dancing our asses off, flirting with strangers, and getting loads of attention from everyone with our group costumes. I felt young, attractive, drunk and it was exactly what I needed.

Until my eyes caught something familiar skimming over one end of the bar. There was something about the tall dark figure of a man standing there that made my senses hyperaware... No way, it can't be him. Please, just not him.

He turns his head slightly and I can see the shape of his jaw and his full lips moving while talking with someone in front of him. His black dress shirt is rolled up on his muscular forearms and he kept two top buttons open, giving a sexy edge to his look. My knees literally buckled when I took in his whole appearance.

While I was ogling him, he looked up and stopped with his eyes on me for a bit too long, but probably didn't recognize me when his eyes dropped back to the person he was conversing before. I realized now that it was a tall skinny brunette with a dress that barely covered her ass and every time he said something to make her laugh, she managed to touch his arm or put a hand on his chest. Can she be any more obvious?

At that moment something in me awoken, something dangerously close to jealousy, and the alcohol buzzing through my veins was totally to blame for what I did next.

My intoxicated brain decided I'm having a bit of fun today and showing the flirty side of me for a change. I asked the girls if they want any more drinks and with their orders made my way through the crowd to the end of the bar where he was standing. To my big surprise he stepped behind the bar when I reached there and started mixing a drink for him and his "lovely" company, I presumed.

I wasn't sure if he recognized me since the mask was covering most of my face, but when he saw me standing there, waiting to give my order and didn't acknowledge me in any way, I deduced he didn't know who I am. This triggered me to become a blunter, daring version of myself. I leaned over the bar, getting as close to him as possible and said in a seductive voice,

"What does a girl have to do to get her order taken here?"

He looked up, his eyes roaming around my face, down my neck, stopping on my cleavage, and then retracing his steps back up to my eyes, not a trace of embarrassment on his face for checking me out so bluntly. His lips pulled in a smile, that damn dimple smile before he answered.

"A girl who looks like you shouldn't have a problem getting her order taken by anyone. However, taking orders is not my thing, in any aspect of my life, so you'll have to try your luck with someone else."

His smug answer and beautiful eyes astounded me for a bit, making me forget my words momentarily. I'm so out of my league here. I guess his sexual energy mixed with an ego attitude compels women. I can't deny I find it compelling. A lot. And by the look the brunette is giving me over there, she is on the same page.

When I didn't reply anything he just winked at me, a huge grin plastered on his face and turned around with drinks in his hands, finding his way back to his slutty friend. Oh god, I just called a person I don't know slutty; even if just in my head. Ugh, he really knows how to push my buttons.

Nevertheless, the drunk me wasn't satisfied with his answer and I wanted to have the last word. I took the drink I finally received from another bartender and with drinks in my hand made my way towards Jake.

The chick he was talking to was having her back to me and when I saw her put her hand on his chest for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes, I gritted my teeth. What is wrong with me? The rational part of my brain (or sober for that matter) was temporarily not working when I decided to take my next step.

In an instant moment of pure stupidity and adrenaline, I turned in the direction of him and the woman when she unexpectedly opened her arms in an animated discussion, bumping me in the process. The content of my drinks spilled all over the back of her pink dress and the impact of my collision made her spill her drink on the sleeve of Jake's black shirt. Oh my god! This is just getting from bad to worse.

I apologized to her as genuine as my jealous drunk mouth was capable of even though internally I enjoyed the moment a little too much.

She was in shock, gaping at me with open mouth, probably deciding if she wants to yell at me or slap me. But let’s not forget it was actually her fault in the first place. Or at least this is what my hazy brain was trying to convince me of.

Jake's eyes jumped from me to her in surprise while wiping the liquid from his sleeve, and I saw amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. I turned back to the girl with a smirk on my face.

"I would ask your date to bring you another drink, but you see, he really doesn't like to take orders from anyone. Maybe if my dress would just barely cover my ass, I would have more luck."

Again, what the f am I doing?

I turn around without looking at Jake and head straight back to our group. I hear her yelling something after me but I don't bother listening. I put the remaining of the drinks on our table, and go in search of Hanna to tell her what an idiot I am for doing what I just did. Maybe she will force some sobriety back into my immature brain.

Just when I'm about to head in the direction of our girls dancing in the middle of the dance floor, an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back, pressing my back to the torso of a man that envelopes me in a smell of cologne all too familiar. The smell that will be the death of me one of these days.

He pulls me away from our table to a less crowded corner and before I manage to turn around I feel his head dipping and his mouth hovering next to my ear.

"Hello, Jessica, a pleasure seeing you again."

I spun around, unwrapping his arm from around my waist and look up at his stark green eyes. They were shining with intensity and something I couldn't really figure out.

"Oh, so you do know who I am. I thought your rudeness is reserved for women in general."

"I've never been rude to you, just blunt with my opinion of you. And I knew who you were from the moment I saw you on the other side of the bar. Regardless of the mask on your face, your plump lips and insane body are hard to forget."

How does he do that? Making me swoon even when I’m mad at him.

The familiar tingle spread through my body and without even noticing I leaned a little closer, feeling the energy crackling between us. "And the next time you want my attention you don't need to sabotage my dates."

My mouth opened in shock. He was flat out mocking me, pure male satisfaction written on his face letting me know he saw right through my intentions in the first place.

"Oh, but this was a complete accident," I answered sweetly, flashing my smile at him that was reciprocated with his grin, "and I don't know how would you remember my lips when you've seen them only twice."

His smile slowly turned predatory and his expression got more intense at my words, his lids lowering dangerously. He looked deep into my eyes and with such intensity, I literally shivered under his stare. He has the most penetrating eyes I've ever seen and they honestly change color when he changes his mood.

"Baby, I'll make sure neither of us forgets our lips from this moment on."

Without giving me time to even register his reply he puts one hand around my waist, pulling me flush to his chest while the other wraps around my hair, pulling our heads only inches apart.

And then it happened. He closed the distance between us and pressed his hard mouth to mine.

I swear my whole body ignited with his touch. He had amazing full lips and the electricity between us just doubled at our touch. He tugged on my lower lip with his teeth, demanding from me to open my mouth and let him continue his hot assault. Even though I wanted to appear unaffected, at that moment I couldn't form one coherent thought. My lips parted and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth, intertwining our tongues.

He tasted of mint and whiskey and it was the most intoxicating combination. I melted, pressing my chest closer, and moaned at the friction of our bodies touching. If he got me so freaking turned on with only a kiss, I couldn't imagine how mind-blowing sex with him would be.

I forgot where we were, that there are literally hundreds of people around us, including my friends. When I felt his erection straining against his pants and pressing to my belly a small moan escaped my lips and I wanted to jump him right there and then.

I sucked on his tongue, pulling him closer and deeper, pushing my hand through his dark, slightly wavy hair and tug on it. He groaned in return, deepening the kiss, his hand starting to lower down to my bottom.

In the middle of the haze my brain was in at that moment, I heard someone calling my name. It penetrated through my lust, and the place and people slowly started to trickle back in, making me aware of the situation I am in. I'm kissing and basically dry-humping Jake, who is obviously seeing Serena and is here with another chick, and I'm doing it in the front of a full club.

My body tensed and I knew he felt it when his grip on me tightened, not willing to let me go. I broke the kiss abruptly and pushed him away from me regardless. He was still holding my hand, not loosening his grip, breathing heavily and looking at me with questioning eyes.

"And what does this make me look like, Jake? Please enlighten me!"

I was breathing heavily, my chest rising with each breath, my cheeks flushed from the yelling and anger boiling inside of me. I tore the mask off my face at that point already, making sure nothing conceals my feelings. If he calls me a slut, I'm slapping him.

He pushed his hand through his hair, obviously being frustrated with me, and I could feel him biting his tongue before saying something that would make me even more furious. Apparently, my shooting daggers at him made him cool down a notch.

"Don't make me say something we will both regret. You are clearly drunk and in no state to continue our discussion. Now let me take you home, so I can survive the rest of the night in peace knowing you will be fine."

His answer somewhat surprised me and his genuine concern calmed me down as well. He is giving me a rollercoaster of emotions.

"Why do you care how and when I get home? You said you don't want me ruining your night. By all means, go! Continue your night with the brunette or Serena or whoever is on your list tonight."

Ok, clearly I didn't calm down yet.

This made his eyes darken again and he took a few menacing steps toward me, making me step back on instinct until I hit a desk behind me and had nowhere to go. He put each hand on the desk, locking me in with his body and leaned so close to me I could feel his breath on my lips.

I felt shivers through my body and all I could think was how his lips felt when we kissed. I wanted to lick him all over his sinful body, forgetting our stupid argument.

He hovered inches away from my lips.

"You just really need to provoke me, don't you? With the tantrum you are pulling off right now, it just makes me want to take you hard and rough on this desk and shut that smart mouth of yours."

This was it, I internally combusted from his words, and blame it on the anger still coursing through me, or alcohol or most probably the inexplicable attraction I felt towards him, but I grabbed his shirt in my fists, closing the remaining distance between us and crashing my mouth on his. I poured all my rage and inexplicable lust in the kiss.

Jake reacted immediately, putting his hands on the back of my thighs and lifting me in the air only to slam me down on the table, a bunch of papers and pens falling to the floor in the process.

He was standing between my legs, kissing me fiercely, his tongue invading my mouth, and sucking on mine, not giving any room for argument. He laid me down on the table, bunching up the dress around my hips and his arousal brushed directly over my black lace panties. I was already so wet and ready for him that I was going to come just from the friction of feeling him there. It was delicious torture and any reason I've had to stop this fled my mind.

He broke the kiss and started kissing my jaw, down my neck, to my cleavage, and leaving small bite marks in his wake. I was trembling with need and I couldn't stop myself from moaning when his hand found his way between my legs. I almost came when he touched me through my panties.

I couldn't stop myself anymore and I didn't care. I was beyond attracted to him and I decided I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts, devouring him in the process.

I started gripping his dress shirt, pulling apart the buttons while still biting on his lip and kissing him madly. Just as I was about to push my hands inside his shirt to finally feel his chest that I dreamt about for the past few weeks, someone loudly knocked on the door, making us freeze at the moment.

He abruptly removed his hand from between my legs when a voice spoke up.

"Excuse me, Mr. Adams, there is someone outside requesting your presence."

And just like that, the spell was broken yet again and I came out of my haze breathing heavily. I stood up from the desk and put my dress back down. He shut his eyes tightly, what looked like recollecting himself, and then replied to the person outside, "I'll be out in a minute."

He turned towards me with a pleading look desperately trying to catch my eyes, but I was already turning away not wanting to discuss what just happened. Mortification seeped in and I felt ashamed for how I behaved. Reality came crashing in an instant. He stayed silent while buttoning his shirt, giving up on trying to talk to me. He stopped momentarily in front of the doors before opening them.

There was a tall bulky guy standing outside, looking like a military soldier with his short-cut hair and a serious expression. But he had kindness in his eyes when he looked at me which made him a little less intimidating. Jake looked at me and then turned back to the guy.

"Jonathan, please make sure Jessica gets home safely. I will text you her address."

I looked at him confused not knowing how he knows my home address, but before I could comment anything he put his hands on my shoulders and spoke to me in his deep masculine voice.

"Don't fight me on this. I need to know you'll get home safely. And don't think we are done. We'll discuss what happened tomorrow when you are sober."

I couldn't form a proper response, just opening my mouth and closing them like a fish without water and he gave me one more long meaningful look before turning around. He stopped briefly to listen to what Jonathan whispered to him and then left the office without looking at me again. I looked up at Jonathan when he turned around and he gave me a small smile.

"Shall we, Miss Cavanagh?"

I guess my personal data is public knowledge around here. Bloody great!

I gave him a small nod, giving in to my situation, knowing it's not his fault I was in this mess. Jonathan led me out through the back exit and opened the door of a shiny new black BMW. He let himself to the driver seat and pulled out on the street.

All the way home I was jumping through emotions of embarrassment, anger, disappointment, and desire still burning inside of me. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was much sober than a few minutes ago.

How will I ever look into his eyes again? It's not like I can avoid him for the rest of my life. He was so dangerous for me, but for some reason, my body didn't care. It was burning with lust, craving his touch. I can safely say I got myself in a pretty big mess.