Chapter 79: Leaving me high and dry...

ELIANA

Am I jealous? Maybe…a little. Do I care about the person he takes to bed? Again, maybe a little.

There's this part of me that doesn't want to care about it. Yet, there's this stupid part of me that cares about it. I can't stand the image of him kissing someone else. I can't imagine him touching and being buried deep inside someone else. The mere thought of it makes me go crazy. I want to be the only girl he kisses. I want to be the only girl he touches and fucks sweetly the way he did a few days ago. I want to be the only girl he-I press my legs together when I give it a thought. I shouldn't be thinking about this…

“So defensive.” Jackson responds to my statement from earlier as the car pulls through the massive black gates and accelerates down the hallway.

“I’m not.” I say with a groan and he gives me a side look, “If you say so.” He says in dismissal but I can tell that he doesn't believe me.

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“Don't do that.” Jackson says in a groan, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

I shift my eyes at him, “Do what exactly? I didn't do anything.” My voice is innocent and so is my face. I move on the seat again and the skirt raises higher on my thighs, and I part my legs slightly.

My breath catches when Jackson pulls up sharply on the side of the road without a warning.

“What's wrong? Why did you stop?” My eyebrows pulled together in confusion. His eyes drifted to my exposed thighs, intense, it feels like a physical caress, making goosebumps raise on my skin.

His eyes trail up my body, lingering on his jersey and his eyes darken. Slowly, he leans over the console.

“I know what you're trying to do, Eli. Stop playing dumb.” He whispers in my ear, his voice low and deep. I suck in a breath, feeling that familiar tightness in the pit of my stomach.

He moves a little closer, his hot breath on my neck and I can feel his lips an inch closer to my ear. However, he pulls away with a smile.

“We need to get you home. I don't want to worry your mom. I promised her that I would make sure you're safe and sound.” He then grabs the steering wheel and the car pulls off.

A frustrated groan leaves my lips. He knows damn well what I was doing and he only made it worse by teasing me back. I don't know what's wrong with me but…there's this part of me that wants to show him what he has been missing.

Jackson is focused on the road, occasionally looking my way and each time he does it, a guttural growl rumbles through his chest, his grip tightening on the steering. However, I don't care enough to pull the skirt down. Instead, I pull it up slightly and pretend that it's an accidental…

The red sports car pulls through the big electric gates and Jackson drives straight to the parking lot.

“That was…fast.” I say, sucking in a deep breath as the car finally comes to a stop. Jackson has been driving like he's late for an important meeting.

He turns off the engine, unbuckles the seatbelts then turns to me, leaning in my space again. I gasp, fully aware of how close he's. Very close that I can feel his hot breath on my neck.

“I know what you've been trying to do throughout the drive.” His voice is so heavy that it sends a shiver down my spine.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” My voice comes out in a whisper, doubtful, not the way I had intended.

“You have been seducing me throughout the drive. That's what you're been doing.” His finger trails up my thigh and I suck a deep breath, “You're playing a dangerous game, dear sister. A game that’ll leave you breathless, helpless and aching for more. Sore maybe…” My thighs tenses when he stops right on the edge of my white lacy panties.

“Try me,” The words come up as a whisper, my voice shaky.

Jackson pulls back, the corner of his lips lifting into an evil smile and he pulls back his hand too. He reaches for the seatbelts on my chair and unbuckles it.

“I brought you back home safe and sound just like I promised your mother.” He says, giving me a once over look then turns to the door like nothing happened. Like his finger wasn't close to my clit just a second ago.

A frustrated groan escapes my lips, “Jackson!” I call in a hiss, his hand stops on the doorknob and he turns to look at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” He responds, playing dumb.

“You can't leave me this way,” I grumble, my voice a bit rough with desire and need. I still feel the ghost of his finger on my thigh, his hot breath on my neck and his strong cologne inside the car doesn't help that much, it only ignites the fire burning inside me.

His lips curve into one of those annoying smirks whenever he's up to no good. That kind of smirk that my hand itches to slap away.

“Watch me,” He responds, the smirk stretching an inch more. I swallow when I hear his words. He doesn't give me another glance as he opens the door and steps out, then shuts the door behind him.

I watch as he walks away, speechless,helpless,painfully aching for him.

“Ja-Jackson, you can't be serious right now. You can't leave me like this,” I reason out, sticking my head out of the open window on my side.

He stops in his tracks, then slowly turns to look at me, “You want it so bad? You know where to find me. Come take it. The whole of it.” He doesn't linger around as he turns around and walks away.

“Jax…” I call but he doesn't stop or turn around. I press my thighs together when I feel that burning desire. However, it doesn't help subside the need. If anything, it only intensifies it.

I can't believe Jackson just walked away from me when I needed him the most. How cruel can he be? I hate him.

He doesn't care to turn around to check on me. To confirm if I’m still breathing or if I have died from the overwhelming desire.

He stops before the heavy brown door, his hand reaching for the doorknob. He pauses, then turns in my direction.

Deep down, I hope maybe, just maybe,Jax would miraculously grow some consciousness and walk back to me but…he doesn't. The corner of his lips lifts up then he yanks the door open and walks into the house…