Page 8 of Until You’re Breathless (Insatiable #1)

“I love you so much, Bowie.” He pants, pushing all the way in, touching something inside me that sets me on fire, and I feel it again, that pulsing, that explosion.

“Oh....Jagger!” I growl, as he cries out, sounding so sexy, I know I’ll never forget that sound for as long as I live. His balls pound against my ass as he comes with me. As he slows, he starts kissing me, with open-mouthed kisses, soft, tender.

“I love you, Bowie. More than anything else in the world. You’re the only woman for me.”

I slide my fingers through the hair at the sides of his head. “You are it, Jagger. My one and only. I’m yours forever.”

“I’m yours forever, too.” He licks his lips. “Someday, when we’re both old enough, I’m gonna ask you to marry me.”

“I’d like that. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else.”

“Same here.”

He kisses me once more. “I need to take this condom off. Just hang on and relax. I’ll be careful.”

I do as he suggests, and it slides out as easily as it went in. I watch him pull it off himself and toss it into the trash beside the bed. Then he crawls in next to me. “So, are you going to tell anybody?”

“What, that we did it?”

“Yeah.” He nods.

“Are you?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” He answers honestly.

“I won’t tell if you don’t want me to, either.”

“I think you ought to tell Jinny. She’s your best friend, and I know that you can trust her. Plus, if you have any questions or whatever, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t ask.”

“Same with you. You can tell your brothers.”

“Well, I think Halen already knows, since he’s the one that let me use his credit card to get this room.”

“I’m okay with that. Just make sure that Boston doesn’t figure it out.”

“I’ll go to the grave with that. I’d rather die than have him find out.” He kisses me again. “I had a great time tonight. And not just when we got here, either. I love being with you.”

I slide a curl over his ear. “You know, you always say that you’re the luckiest man alive, but I’m the one who’s lucky. What man says all these sweet things without a motive?”

“A guy that knows what he’s got.”

I kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Please. You think Jagger loves you?” Boston says almost under his breath. “It was a line, Bowie. Don’t be stupid. Guys say shit like that all the time.”

“How is it any of your business, anyway.” I tell him, pulling my shirt tighter, since his eyes keep going to my cleavage.

The din of the senior class forces us to speak loudly.

Jinny’s mom is away, and she gave us permission to have a party.

Little did I know that word got around to Boston, and he snuck in, uninvited. “I don’t even know how you found out.”

“Everyone knows. Don’t you think that Jagger went and squealed the second that he bagged you?”

“That can’t be true. He waited almost two years.”

“Oh, how noble.”

“Seriously. I think it’s noble.”

“I think he couldn’t make it with anyone else.”

“That’s your opinion.”

“Trust me, Bowie. Get a clue. He doesn’t love you anymore than he loves me. And I can prove it to you.”

My skin crawls. I refuse to believe that Jagger could be capable of behaving so insensitively. So barbaric. So selfish. He’s the sweetest man I know. “How can you prove it.” I say, wanting so badly to add, ‘asshole’, but I don’t want to set him off.

“Have you even seen your knight in shining armor in the last ten minutes?” He points out.

I know that Jagger has been drinking. It’s Jinny’s fault as she started a game of quarters and Jagger was the chosen one to drink in more than a few rounds.

His brother Halen drove him here but I’m staying overnight, so we met up here.

“Last I saw he was talking to some of his buddies about cars upstairs. Why?”

I don’t like the smirk on his face. “You should go check on him. I saw him putting the moves on Kayla Hartman.”

“You’re so full of it. He doesn’t even know who she is.”

“All the guys know who she is. Her tits enter a room before she does.”

“You’re disgusting.” I mutter as I walk away from him, having heard enough.

I decide to shut Boston up and set him straight.

Jinny’s house is large. To get to the upstairs, I have to pass through a living room, a family room, and a large foyer to the spiral staircase.

The landing on the upper floor has a long area rug, which leads to the games room, where the game of quarters is happening.

Downstairs is the billiard room, where some people are playing pool, and the music is so loud, Jinny should be thankful that her closest neighbor is on another parcel of land.

There is a secondary staircase that leads from the back of the kitchen to the upstairs, from the other side of the landing.

The games room is full of pinball machines, an air hockey table, and a large table for playing cards.

About ten people surround it, playing quarters.

I look at Jinny, who is half in the bag. “Hey. Have you seen Jagger?”

“I think he’s puking in my mom’s ensuite.

” She says through a laugh. Sometimes she pisses me off when she’s been drinking.

It makes me a little irritated that her mom lets her and her friends drink, and they’re only seventeen.

If I ever told my mom what went on over here, she’d forbid me from seeing her.

I’ll put up with the drinking if it means that I can have her as a friend, but it’s still annoying at times like these, when they practically got my boyfriend drunk.

He doesn’t know any better. He wants to please me, and I think part of him wants so badly to fit in with my friends, that he’ll take the risk, especially when his brother Halen condones it.

I mean, he did drive him here, and he’s going to pick him up, too.

The door is slightly open to the ensuite bathroom, that leads into her mom’s room.

A girl from my biology class is just in there touching up her lipstick.

When she leaves, I walk into the bathroom.

The door into her mom’s room is slightly open but the light is off.

I can hear the door on the other side of the room open, and the light from the hallway bleeds in.

It’s Boston opening the door. “Did you find him?”

“No, I...” I stammer, as the light shines onto the bed.

In the bed are Jagger and Kayla Hartman. Jagger lifts his head, looking stunned, and Kayla lifts her head, shooting at me with daggers in her eyes. I gasp and run.

I never speak to Jagger again.