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CHAPTER FIVE

I don't know what that phone call was about, but Jax hasn't been the same since. A part of me wants to reach out and make sure he's okay, but I don't know if that would be overstepping. There's probably a lot about his past I don't want to know about, and if reaching out to him now would open my eyes to something, I'd rather not.

Ignorance is bliss. The Jax I'm with right now is one I want to get to know more. The last thing I want is to learn something about him that makes me want to run for the hills.

“You never told me what you're actually studying here,” I say, swaying my hands at my side as the two of us slowly walk toward my dorm building. The afternoon sun quickly fades, painting vibrant orange and pink hues along the sky, illuminating the clouds to look like something from a painting.

“Right now, I'm just general education,” Jax says, the back of his hand brushing softly against mine and immediately reminding me of our kiss in the library. “Let's just say I didn't have the best education growing up. I never really found anything I was passionate about pursuing other than football.”

“So you don't have a backup in case the whole football thing doesn't work out?” He looks at me with surprise in his eyes, and I regret asking the question. I've seen him on the field. He is incredible. The odds are he will go very far in his football career. “Not that I'm saying you're bad. It's just that the field can be dangerous. You never know when something is going to take you out for good.”

“I have to make sure football works out then,” Jax says, shrugging slightly.

There's something he's not saying, and I can't even imagine what it is. People like him—people from Glendale—don't have things handed to them very often. Jax got his scholarship here through football, and if he weren't on the team, that scholarship would be dropped in an instant. I don't even know what would happen to him after.

After about ten minutes of walking toward the dorm as slowly as we possibly can, both of us linger outside. As strange as it is to admit, I don't want this to end. Jax is surprisingly present with me, and getting to know more about him has opened my eyes to another side of him.

“Here we are,” Jax says, nodding to the door behind me. I stand there and nod, not knowing what to say like an idiot.

All I can think about right now is the kiss in the library and how incredible that felt. Maybe I was a fool to suggest we don't do anything romantic because I regret it about now.

“This was surprisingly very fun,” I admit, staring at him with an inviting smile. I'm trying to make it as obvious as I possibly can that I want him to make a move. I even back away from the door and lean against the cold brick wall as I watch him. His eyes fall from my face to my body in front of him, and I can see the thoughts running across his mind.

“Well, only one of us was surprised then. I knew this would be a good time,” Jax says, teasing me slightly. “It sure is a shame you said there couldn't be anything romantic about this.”

I blush as a smile crosses my lips. Of course he would call me out on that now. “It sure is. But I know a guy like you would never break any rules.”

He lets out an audible laugh, one filled with surprised joy that I don't think I've ever heard from him. It morphs his entire face from the dark, angry, and intimidating yet oddly attractive one he usually wears to something else entirely. His green eyes sparkle as he looks at me, and I know this is a side of him I want more of.

Jax takes a step forward, bridging the gap between the two of us and immediately moving his hands to my waist. “There's a lot you need to learn about me,” he says a moment before his lips fall on mine.

I don't do anything to fight against it. In fact, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. My lips part and his tongue slides inside, dancing with my own as I hold him close. I can taste coffee and mint on his tongue, and it's strangely intoxicating—a unique mixture of things that make him him.

Some students walking by clap their hands and cheer for us as our intense make-out session goes on. Eventually, I pull away and laugh, feeling a little embarrassed about our public display.

“I should get to my room. I have an early day tomorrow,” I say in a hushed voice as I push him away.

“I'll walk you there,” Jax offers, and I know better than to refuse at this point.

I open the dorm building with my ID, and we make our way down the halls to my room. Jax follows close, keeping his eyes on me the entire way. I feel them boring into my back, and it's oddly exhilarating. When I stop in front of my room, I linger by the door for a moment as I turn around to give him one last kiss goodbye.

“We should do this again,” I say, then turn around to unlock the door with my key.

The moment I open it, Jax's hand is on the back pushing it open for me. At first, I think he's just being a gentleman and letting me walk through with ease, but then he steps through behind me and closes it. I stare at him confused, wondering what he's doing. There's a brief flicker of fear in my chest, but something about him eases that discomfort. Jax might be incredibly intense, but I don't think he would hurt me.

“What are you—” I begin, about to tell him to leave, when he drops to his knees in front of me and starts kissing my thighs. He pushes the bottom of my pink plaid skirt up and stares at the white lace panties I'm wearing in awe.

I want to tell him to stop, to let him know it's too soon to do anything like this. I've never been with a guy before physically. Sure, I've had a couple of dates with guys every now and then and a few crushes from time to time. But it's never progressed beyond a first date. I'm woefully unprepared for anything that's about to happen.

Every thought in my brain goes stagnant, forming briefly before fizzling out and dissolving before I can even birth them. His hands caress my skin, sending warm shivers through my body. I feel the heat of his breath against my pussy, and I can already feel the arousal throbbing. Whatever's about to happen, I'm surprised, but I want it.

“Tell me, has anyone ever done this to you before?” Jax asks, staring up at me as he opens his mouth and presses it against my clit. Even over my panties, the sensation is intense, and I close my eyes and moan. “Has another man ever licked your pussy?”

“No,” I admit, knowing it's what he wants to hear too. I look down at him as he smiles, digging his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly lowering them.

“Good,” Jax says, his hands wrapping around my waist to grab my ass and squeeze it. “No other man ever will. It's all mine from here on out.”

I almost want to contest that, to let him know he has no say in those matters, but before I can even try, his mouth is hot against me, and my mind goes blank.

“Oh my God,” I say, completely breathless as his tongue explores me.

He teases me slightly, pressing his mouth hard against me as he grazes my clit with his tongue. Every moan and whimper I give is enough to pull him away to stop. It feels like torture every time he pulls away, and he's getting off on that.

“Lie back on the bed,” Jax commands, standing and moving me closer.

I don't hesitate to do exactly what he says. I fall back on the bed and spread my legs wide for him. He pushes the skirt up slightly to see my fully exposed pussy. He breathes heavily as he stares at it, tracing his finger along my folds.

“I want you to come on my tongue,” Jax whispers, pressing his mouth against me once again before lapping his tongue over my clit. “I want this pussy to be all mine.”

He doesn't say anything else as his mouth locks on me. His hands caress my body as he grips me tightly, his face buried between my legs. His tongue swirls around my clit, teasing it before he presses his lips against it and sucks gently. I cry out and whimper from the pleasure building.

I've touched myself from time to time, but that doesn't compare to what I'm feeling now. Jax feasts on my pussy in a way I never thought possible. He moans from the satisfaction of pleasuring me, sending small vibrations directly to my clit. It's enough to nearly send me over the edge itself. Jax pulls away slightly, letting my pleasure recede before building it up once again.

Before I know it, my hands are fists clenching the sheets tight, and my entire body is shaking as his hand holds me down to keep from pulling away. The pleasure is too much and I can't hold back my voice as I cry out and scream. I don't care about the people in the dorms around me and all the things they might say after hearing this. All I care about is every wave of pleasure crashing over my body as I writhe against the mattress.

“Jax! Yes!” I scream, almost crying from the intensity of it all.

When my body finally calms down, Jax pulls away from me and stares down with a satisfied smile. He sits up on his knees, and I can see how turned on he already is, and I want more. Everything I just experienced was more intense than anything I've ever felt, yet I could have more of him right now.

I'm ready to lean forward and take off his pants when he stands up and jumps off the bed. Without saying a word, he walks out of the room.

Panting on the mattress, I stare at the door and wait for him to return. He doesn't. I'm so confused, but if I try to understand anything about Jax, I will drive myself insane. Eventually, I fall back on the mattress and close my eyes, exhausted from the pleasure.

Knocking on my door wakes me up, and I look around in confusion, wondering what it could be. The sun is out, and I don't know if that means fifteen minutes have passed or a full twelve hours. I look at my phone and see that it's 7:30 a.m. I slept through the night.

Whoever's at the door knocks again, and I hop out of bed, straightening my skirt, to answer it.

Of course, it's Jax. He's holding a tray of drinks in one hand and a box of donuts in the other. I step aside to let him in, and he sets it down on my desk.

“Same clothes, huh?” Jax says, casually taking a seat at my desk chair and opening the box of donuts. He grabs one and hands it to me alongside a piping-hot cup of coffee. “I thought you could use this.”

“Thanks.” I stare at him, wondering if he's going to address what happened between the two of us. “I passed out after you left.”

“I'm sure that took a lot out of you,” Jax says, a smug smile on his lips. He looks me up and down, licking his lips as his eyes linger on my thighs. For a moment, I wonder if he's going to do the same thing again, and I would very much like that.

As I stare at him, I see a faint light in his pockets indicating his phone is going off, but he seems to ignore it. I don't say anything about it right away as I lean against the bed and watch him.

“You should really eat. These are the best donuts in town. I swear by them,” Jax says, gesturing to the donuts in my hand as he picks one up for himself. He takes a bite of a chocolatey Boston cream donut and nods in approval. “Though, they don't taste anywhere near as good as you do.”

Even after what happened last night, I blush. I'm starting to worry I'll never stop blushing around Jax. I'll have to get used to being permanently red.

I take a bite of the donuts and close my eyes, holding back a moan as the sweet, doughy flavors sink into my taste buds. Jax's phone rings once again, and he seems to want to ignore it.

“You're very popular,” I say, nodding to it. “If you want to take that, be my guest.”

He shakes his head and pulls his phone out of his pocket, looking down at the screen for a moment. I see a flash of something in his eyes that vanishes before I can register it. But I think it's either anger or anxiety. He turns the phone off and sets it down on the desk before I can ask him about it.

“Let's not worry about that,” Jax says, forcing a smile that doesn't meet his eyes on his face as he leans back.

I guess it's just another mystery about Jax I'll never get to solve.