He smirks. “Maybe not... but I don’t want to fuck her.”
“Only because you want to make sweet looove to her new bestie,” Bentley taunts.
I punch his arm this time. “Shut the fuck up.”
Bentley rubs his bicep. “What’d you do that for? It’s not like it’s not true!” He turns toward Reed. “Tell him, dude.”
Reed holds his palms up. “I’m not saying shit.” He nods to me. “So what’s the deal with your dad and Callahan? Your guy get anything?”
I release a heavy breath. I hired a PI to dig around a little and so far, Charles and my dad look squeaky clean. They’ve been very careful not to leave a trail.
“Nothing useful. I need to get into Callahan’s office. He has to be keeping records in there. I couldn’t find shit at my house.”
“How are you supposed to do that?” Bentley asks. “Whenever you’re at Casa Callahan, Peyton’s on your ass the entire time. Your only viable excuse to be in that house is to see her.”
I smile when an idea springs to mind. “Not the only excuse.”
Reed raises his brows. “Jazz?”
“Exactly. Before Peyton left, she mentioned she was going shopping, so she’ll probably be gone for hours.” I grab my keys off the table and stand. “No time like the present.”
“FUCK.”
I shift my car into park and pull the e-brake. My dad’s car is parked in Callahan’s circular driveway right in front of mine. I won’t be able to sneak into his office, but since I’m already here, I might as well do some recon.
The house manager, Ms. Williams, answers the door when I ring the bell. “Mr. Davenport, I’m afraid Miss Peyton is out at the moment. Your father is in with Mr. Callahan. Are you here to see him?”
“No, I’m actually here to see Jasmine if she’s available.” I smile, laying on the charm. “We’re in the same literature class and I wanted to talk to her about an assignment.”
She steps aside, allowing me to enter. “Oh, please come in. I believe she’s still in the gym. Do you know where that is?”
“I do. Thank you, Ms. Williams.”
She nods. “Very well. Please let me know if you need anything.”
Their gym is on the basement level, so I head downstairs, passing a theater room, the main game room, and another living room, before reaching my destination. I pause in the doorway as I spot Jasmine running on a treadmill. Goddamn. Her back is turned to me, so I have a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass running in tiny workout shorts. She has a set of Beats on her head, so she hasn’t heard me enter the room. I take advantage of that and watch her for a while as she maintains an impressive pace. The back of her sports bra is drenched with sweat, so she must have been running for a while. Jasmine’s caramel skin shines from the exertion, little beads dripping down her exposed spine. Her dark ponytail swings from side to side as she pumps her arms. Fuck, I’d love to wrap that hair around my fist as I fucked her from behind.
When my dick can’t take it anymore, I step farther into the room so she can see me out of her peripheral.
Jasmine stumbles backward when she sees me. “Jesus shit!” She yanks the emergency stop button and steps off the belt. “What the hell are you doing here?”
I don’t bother hiding the fact that I’m checking her out from head to toe. “I came to see you.”
Her chest heaves while she tries regulating her breaths. My eyes are drawn to her perky little tits, remembering how those light brown nipples felt on the tip of my tongue.
She parks a hand on her hip. “I have nothing to say to you, so you can get the fuck out.”
“You sure about that?” I step closer, smiling when she retreats. I continue walking until she’s pressed against the arm of the treadmill she just hopped off of.
“Yes, I’m sure!” Her chocolate eyes bounce between my lips and my eyes. “Leave, Kingston.”
I reach out and tug her bottom lip from her teeth. “Is that what you really want?”
I press the full length of my body against hers so she can feel the hard-on I’m sporting. Fuck, what is it about this girl that makes my dick take the lead?
Her breath hitches. “Yes, that’s what I really want.” Jasmine’s eyelids flutter when I run the bridge of my nose along her neck. She smells like vanilla and clean sweat and it makes me want to fucking devour her. “I can’t believe you’d even have the nerve to show your face after what you did to me earlier today.”
She shivers when I taste her salty skin. “I told you, I’m not the one who leaked it.”
Jasmine flattens her palms on my chest and pushes me away. “And I told you, I don’t believe you. Besides, what happened to, ‘That was a one-time thing,’?” She lowers her voice on the last sentence, mocking me.
My lips curve. “That may not be exactly true. I’d be down for a repeat if you promise to keep quiet about it.”
If I thought she was pissed before, that was nothing compared to the look she’s giving me now.
“Keep quiet?” Jasmine shouts. If we weren’t so far into the bowels of this giant house, I’d be concerned her volume would gain attention. “Are you fucking serious?” She pushes me again, which I allow. Let’s be real; I easily have a hundred pounds on her—if I didn’t want to move, I wouldn’t be going anywhere. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re delusional! You’re so used to someone catering to your every whim, you have no idea what it’s like to live in the real world! You can’t just treat someone like shit and expect them to be okay with it! There are consequences for your actions! Where I come from, people could get murdered for disrespecting someone like you did to me. The world isn’t always pretty or accommodating, but you have no fucking clue, because live in Fantasy Land.”
“You have no fucking clue what my life is like, princess,” I snap. “Trust me, I am well aware how ugly and unfair this world can be. I fucking live with the consequences every goddamn day.” I cuff both of her wrists in my hand when she tries hitting me.
We’re both panting. Seething. I feel like I’m going to implode if I don’t find an outlet for this aggression. I release her wrists and take a step back, not trusting myself, but Jasmine fists the fabric of my shirt and pulls me back into her.
I frown. “What are you—”
“Shut. Up.” Jasmine presses up on her toes, grips the back of my neck, and slams her lips against mine.
Our teeth clash and our tongues tangle in a frenzy of barely leashed violence. My cock jerks as she bites my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before sucking the sting away. I lift her tiny body, hitching her legs around my waist, before backing her into the nearest wall.
“Fuck,” I groan, grinding my dick into her core. “You drive me crazy.”
Jasmine moans when I bite the fleshy part of her neck. “Likewise.”
I hiss when she presses into me harder. I can feel the warmth from her pussy through my slacks as she slides her body up and down, stroking me.
“You keep that up, sweetheart, and you’re going to get fucked.”