“A boob amputation? Now, that would just be a crime against humanity. We can’t have that,” he replied, and I agreed wholeheartedly.
Come on. Take a peek, Jace.
Before she could react, he sat up and grabbed her wrist. Then yanked the knife from her grasp and held it behind his back. Damn, he’d turned the tables, and Lexi looked at him with both exasperation and intrigue, as if contemplating what she should do next.
“There. Now, there will be no cutting of any kind,” he replied with a stupid, smug smile on his face.
But then she caught him off guard when she launched herself at him. I watched with voyeuristic fascination as he lost his footing and fell back against the couch. She wasted no time straddling his lap while trying—and failing—to get the knife from him. It was obvious he wasn’t budging, and her huffing was a sign she was getting increasingly annoyed. She glared at him contemplatively before she pulled out the big guns by taking one out of Jeremy's playbook and thrusting her fingers into Jace's side, tickling him mercilessly. It wasn’t long before she was able to twist the knife out of his hand. Once she was successful, she moved to get off him. She didn't even have time to see him coming.
Jace picked her up, flipped her down on the couch, and proceeded to give her a taste of her own medicine. I wished I'd had popcorn, because those two were entertaining as hell.
“Mercy! Please, stop! I’m going to pee my pants if you don’t stop!” she pleaded.
“You want me to stop?” His tone was growly and sexy, and not gonna lie, if I hadn’t had Jeremy, I might’ve been jealous of my little sis.
“Yes!”
He complied, but he didn't move off her. Instead, he was still gazing down into her eyes. Her breathing was labored as she gazed right back, and the little cheering section inside me was roaring. I felt like Sebastian from The Little Mermaid, watching from the shadows, singing “Kiss the Girl” in my head, hoping that, this time, my mental pushing would work.
It was the perfect setting. This was it. This was what Lexi had been waiting for. Finally, Lexi and Jace were going to have their moment, and all would be right in the world.
Until Jeremy became impatient.
“What’s happening?” Jeremy hissed in my ear. “I can’t see anything.”
I was too transfixed on what was about to happen. Jace’s head dipped low, and I swear, his lips were aiming for her. It was finally happening.
And then Jeremy nudged me, which pushed me into the door and caused it to open.
Jace sat up immediately.
It was official. Jeremy and I were moment-ruiners.
“Oh, hey, guys! We didn’t know anyone was here,” I said, hoping they didn’t catch on to the fact that we’d been watching the whole time. I grabbed Jeremy’s hand and guided him through the living room, not looking at either one of them. “We’re just going to watch a movie in my room. Pretend like we aren’t here.”
“Smooth,” Jeremy whispered.
I held my breath until we got to my room and shut the door.
He pushed me onto the bed and lay down next to me. “Real smooth, baby,” he said, chuckling.
“Me?! You’re the one who forced me into the room! They were about to kiss. I know it!”
Jeremy groaned and dipped his head. “Fuck. I’m a cock block.”
I squirmed until my back was to him. Then I grabbed the remote off my nightstand and clicked the TV on. “Yep, and since you’ve blocked Jace, you’ve blocked yourself. Good going.”
“But… But…” he stammered, pulling the movie out of his back pocket. “But I brought Harry Potter.”
“Okay, that’ll earn you a few points, but no promises.”
It was an empty threat, because my eyes were closed and Jeremy’s tongue was in my mouth before the opening credits had even finished.
And I never did find out what happened that night with Jace and Lexi. That’s the thing about those two. For the longest time, they were a mystery, and I had no idea how much Jeremy’s cock block would change the course of their history.
An hour later, when it became clear we weren’t watching the movie, I tapped Jeremy on the shoulder. He lifted up, breathless from our kissing.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing,” I whispered. “But we’re obviously not spending the night with Harry Potter. Why don’t we take this down to the beach… You know, so prying ears don’t hear anything,” I hinted.
If we stayed in my bed any longer, pants were going to come off. The last thing I wanted was Lexi and Jace walking in on us. Plus, this way, they could be alone, too.
“Okay,” he readily agreed, hopping up from the bed all too soon. Then he went to my closet and pulled a blanket out.
Leave it to Jeremy to be prepared.
I slowly opened my door and yelled down the hall, “Jeremy, get a blanket for the beach!”
When his forehead wrinkled in confusion and held up the blanket that was already in his arms, I mouthed, “Just in case they’re doing something.”
I was hoping it wasn’t wishful thinking, but when we walked down the hall, Lexi was alone, curled up in the living room, watching the movie Valentine. I shuddered at the reminder of the night they made me watch the horror flick.
“Hey, I love this movie!” Jeremy exclaimed, and if I hadn’t wiggled my ass against his erection, he probably would’ve plopped down on the couch with her to watch it.
“Where’d Jace go?” I asked.
Lexi shrugged and didn’t look away from the TV. “He had some stuff to do, so he took off.” It was obvious she didn’t want to talk about it.
“Okay, well, we’re heading down to the beach. Are you fine here by yourself?”
She glared at me. “I’m seventeen years old, Sierra. I’m not a baby. I’ll be fine,” she huffed.
Well, okay, then.
Without another word, Jeremy and I left her to it, walking down to the beach and finding our favorite make-out spot, which was tucked behind a huge dune and away from prying eyes. The entire way, he was at my back, his fingers inside the waistband on my shorts, whispering in my ear of how and where he wanted to touch me. By the time we were spreading the blanket out on the sand, I was desperate for him.
Jeremy wasted no time before ripping off my T-shirt and throwing it to the side, where his joined it almost immediately. His hands roamed my body as our kisses turned passionate. My hips arched, aching for delicious friction.
He rose from the blanket and pulled me up with him so I was straddling his lap. His hand slid up my back until it reached my bra strap, which he expertly unclasped. When he laid me back down, he studied my breasts with blatant appreciation before his hands came up to cup my creamy flesh.
"These are fucking perfect," he whispered as he leaned in. Then he took one nipple into his mouth.
Jeremy cupped a breast in each of his large hands, gently kneading and stroking while his tongue worshipped my peaked nipples. The sensitivity of his touch drove me wild. I was already writhing beneath him, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me when he tasted his way down my torso.
As he continued, I reached my hand down and found him perfectly erect. I cupped him and squeezed, indicating I wanted us to pleasure each other mutually, but apparently, Jeremy had other plans. He lifted up and pulled my shorts off, taking my panties with them. When he repositioned himself between my legs, he hurriedly placed his mouth on the inside of my thigh. My hips rose to meet his heated contact, inadvertently shuddering when he rained kisses along my flesh until his lips were hovering just over my most intimate of places. I was wet with desire for him. With one long stroke of his tongue, Jeremy tasted me then used his thumb to rub my clit to heighten the pleasure.
And heighten he did. It wasn't long before my impending orgasm had me writhing.