Page 9 of Stormbringer (Tracthesian Academy #1)
“W ell, that didn’t turn out like you were planning,” Sinister said, grinning as Jarred slammed the door back at the house. He still had that damn hard-on from the cafeteria. It just refused to go down. For some merciful reason, no one had said a word then, but clearly his reprieve was at an end.
“Shut up,” he groaned and marched down the hallway and into the living room.
“That’s what you get when you impose on a lady’s time,” Zarhir piled on and punched his shoulder.
“I liked her direct approach,” Sinister said, smirking, as they piled on the couches and Hazard flipped the TV on.
“At least he saved some face with his departure,” Zahir remarked. “I could have snacked well from all the heat she put out.”
“Don’t you dare,” Jarred snapped, causing the rest of their group to snap into attention.
“Oh boy,” Sinister croaked out a laugh. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“You are one to talk,” Jarred huffed.
Justin looked worriedly at Jarred. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jarred ground out. He wasn’t. His cock ached, his brain felt way too mushy, and he really wanted her to take charge like that because she wanted to kiss him, not to shut him up.
“She was just sitting and calmly eating her fries. I think I’m a little bit in love,” Marc sighed. “Any chance she’d be up to taking combat lessons?”
“Not you too,” Zahir laughed. “I mean, she’s pretty, but not like—”
Sinister’s low growl cut Zahir off.
“Hey, don’t get on a high horse before you’ve been close enough to smell her. She smells incredible, like a fresh storm.” At Hellion’s words, the rest fell silent again. When he noticed all the stares, he just shrugged. “I stopped her from face-planting into a pillar when we arrived.”
Jarred groaned. “Well, fuck. I didn’t pay attention then…”
“She’s the girl from the stairs?” Hazard asked.
“Yeah,” Hellion said and then shrugged with a sheepish smile. “She didn’t cower away from me or my aura. I like that in a woman.”
“This gets more and more interesting,” Sinister mused. “Maybe I should go introduce myself. She ran away earlier.”
“I’ll come with you,” Zahir immediately added. Jarred groaned under his breath. He wouldn’t egg those two on. They went after any new and even slightly interesting woman on the campus on principle every time things were rough with Rosaliz.
Justin pushed a steaming plate of baked potato and steak at him and narrowed his eyes when Jarred didn’t immediately pick up his fork.
The food held no interest to him, but he hadn’t been able to finish his food in the cafeteria, so he swallowed his objections and picked up a fork.
Justin always made a fuss if Jarred skipped a meal.
Apparently, it made him cranky. His stomach grumbled, making Justin’s point for him.
Jarred tuned out the rest of the discussion and replayed the moment when Wayla had kissed him.
She didn’t seem threatened by powerful males, be it him or his friends.
That warranted some notice from all of them.
The power imbalance made most wary, even those who were vying for attention or favors, but not Wayla.
She seemed to be quite adept at holding her ground.
No one had dared to throw water at any of them as a joke… maybe ever.
And, for all the moons and stars, her lips were so gods damn soft. If he someday could have them wrapped around his cock, he could die a happy being.
“Get a room!” Sinister poked his side, pulling Jarred out of his fantasies.
Zahir looked pleadingly at him, “Whatever that was, please let me be in the house when you make it a reality. I’m starting to feel full just snacking on the edges of this.”
“Stop feeding on my hard on pervert,” Jarred grumbled.
Zahir lifted his hands. “Sorry, can’t help it. It’s been too long of a dry spell.”
“Rose gave them the boot,” Grant stage whispered, and suddenly, the room started emptying. Grant just looked slightly smug as he narrowed his eyes at the disappearing incubi. Jarred took his chance to escape, too. He needed a very long shower.
“If you plan on jerking that off, use cold water,” Grant hollered after him.