Page 107 of Ruled Out

Leo tips his head up to the ceiling and barks out a laugh. “Oh my God, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger.” He centers his attention back on Jessie. “Let me guess. You fucked your way to the top, taking handouts from daddy’s little princess.”

When Jessie’s fist connects with Leo’s face, even I’m not about to stop him.

The bones audibly crunch, and Leo flies back, out through the door behind him and into the parking lot.

Jessie looks down at his fist and smirks. “Didn’t even scratch me.”

Stepping out into the night air, he grabs Leo by the scruff of the neck, pulling him a couple of inches off the ground so he’s at the same height as my boyfriend. “Let me make this really fucking clear for you, Leo. Overall, I’m a pretty reasonable guy. But there are a couple of scenarios that turn me from nice-guy Jessie Callaghan to a monster you do not want to meet.” He cocks his head in my direction. “Fucking with my girl is at the top of that list. Now, she didn’t want to fuck you the first time you tried, and she absolutely does not want to this time around either. Why? Because you’re so far beneath her that I’msurprised you’re actually above ground. That and the fact that she comes home to our bed every night. To me.”

Leo looks to the side and spits blood onto the ground.

“So, at this point, you have a couple of options. One, never look in her direction again. Even during classes. Or two, refuse to comply, and I’ll remove both eyes so the first is never a possibility.”

Leo mumbles something inaudible.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“One. Option fucking one,” Leo says louder.

On a smirk, Jessie releases Leo, and he meets the ground with a thud. “Thought so.”

Grabbing my hand, he interlaces our fingers and never looks back as he slams the door behind us and marches us back up the hallway.

But just as we get opposite the ladies’ restroom, Jessie pushes on a door and plunges us into darkness.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my heart beating out of my chest.

“Exactly what I should’ve done last time we were in this closet.”

His mouth crashes down to mine as his hands fall to the hem of my skirt, pulling it up around my waist.

With one hand, he pins my arms above my head by the wrists and lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him.

In the darkness, I feel his breath fan my lips as the sounds of him undoing his belt and unzipping his dress pants fill the room.

“Normally I’d lick your pussy for hours, but right now, I wanna fuck. You wet for me, Sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

He hooks his fingers into my panties, pulling them to one side, and I feel him smile against my neck, sucking the soft skininto his mouth. I know he’s marking me, but I couldn’t give a shit. He can own me.

“Fucking dripping, Mia.”

I whimper with need.

“Does watching me claim you in front of another guy get you off?”

I nod, the desperation for him to fuck me hard getting to be all too much.

“Good. Because same. I’ve never been this fucking hard in my life.”

In one movement, he thrusts up and into me.

“Yes,” I cry out.

“Louder for me, Sweetheart. Let’s give them all a show.”

“Yesss,” I scream above the beating music.