Page 4 of Palm South University: Season 2

I THINK I’M IN HEAVEN.

My feet are propped up on the dash of Jarrett’s truck, Trey Songz is on the stereo, we’ve almost finished off a joint and I know in less than ten minutes, I’ll have his glorious cock inside me.

Like I said, heaven.

Pinching what’s left of the joint between my finger and thumb, I inhale long and hard, holding it in as I pass it back to Jarrett. His lids already low, he takes one last hit before extinguishing it in a half-empty bottle of Gatorade. I can’t remember the last time I got high, but I know for a fact that it never felt this good. Maybe it’s because Jarrett has better weed, or maybe it’s just because Jarrett is involved — period.

With all the windows up, the smoke clouds around us, circling in new designs each time one of us breathes. Jarrett is watching me closely from the driver’s seat, his eyes still hooded, his teeth just barely tugging on the flesh of his lower lip. Being away from him all break almost made me forget how fucking beautiful he is. Dark eyes, tattoos lining his arms, thick erection straining against his basketball shorts. I’ve never wanted him more.

“So now that you know about my boring ass Winter Break, what did you do?”

Jarrett smiles lazily. “Same old. Worked at the bar and surfed when the waves were big enough. I did spend some time with Spencer, too.”

“Surfing buddy?”

“Kind of. She’s trying to learn, but she’s pretty new to Florida so it’s like trying to teach a ten-year-old. She’s getting better though.”

I stiffen when I realize Spencer is ashe, not a he. My mouth dry, I reach for my water bottle and try desperately to calm my racing heart. We’re not exclusive, I told him I didn’t want to title it, but he also said he didn’t want to fuck anyone else. He didn’t wantmeto fuck anyone else. And I haven’t.

“Oh. Well, I’m sure she’ll be justfinewith you as her teacher.” I try not to sound bitter, but I know I completely fail. I clear my throat, looking out my window at the soft waves crashing on the dark beach. When Jarrett’s rough hand slides over my thigh and grips me gently at the knee, I chance a look in his direction.

One brow cocked, Jarrett looks amused — pleased, almost.Asshole.

“Are you jealous, Jess?”

I scoff. “No. Why would I be?”

He clicks his tongue, shaking that gorgeous head of his. “Shame. I was really hoping you were jealous.”

“You’re an ass!” I smack him across the chest but he grabs my wrist with his hand, pulling me over the console to straddle him. As soon as my knees settle on either side of him, he bucks his hips up, stealing my breath with the feel of him against me.

“She’s the bar owner’s daughter, and I’m not the least bit interested in her.” Sliding both hands down my arms, he grips my ass firmly and rocks me against him, the friction making my eyes flutter. “You’re the one I want, Jess. Theonlyone I want.”

My eyes are wide, my mouth just slightly open as I stare at him through the smoky darkness. I feel my heart tug, a sensation I’m far from used to. When Jarrett says shit like that, it makes me want to call him my boyfriend.

And I don’t do boyfriends.

Not anymore.

“Good,” I breathe. “Because I want you, too.”

“Yeah?” Jarrett asks, tucking his hands into the back pockets of my jean shorts. He drags me up against the length of him, building the friction. “What do you want to do to me?”

Licking my lips, I lean in closer, biting his neck with more pressure than I intended. He hisses through his teeth as I softly kiss the same spot. “I want to ride you,” I breathe against his skin, kissing his Adam’s apple next. “I want to make you come with my name on your lips.” Another bite on the other side of his neck. His hands move to my waist and he grips me hard. “And then,” I whisper, dragging my tongue up his neck before pulling his earlobe between my teeth. “I want to take you to pizza.”

Jarrett bursts out laughing as I sit back on his lap, waggling my eyebrows. The weed has settled in my blood, making me feel almost as high as Jarrett’s touch makes me feel.

“God,” he pants, still smiling. “That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Did I mention there’d be… garlic knots?” I breathe the words in a sultry manner, biting my lower lip.

Jarrett groans. “Keep talking, baby.”

I drag my hands down his chiseled abdomen before tucking one beneath the band of his shorts and palming his erection through the silky fabric with the other. “And,” I continue, rolling my hips in time with my hand on him. “You can get whatever. Toppings. You. Want.”

“Fuck,” Jarrett growls. His hand flies to the side of his seat, reclining us back in an instant. He lifts me effortlessly, tossing me in the back and quickly following. Settling between my legs, he kisses me hard. “I think I just came.”

“Better not have.”