Chapter 7 Together Part Three

JETHRO

Life handed me a second chance.

And I’m not about to waste it.

No way in hell.

I'm going to rock her fucking world so hard it'll make her pretty little head spin.

"She was your lab partner?" King asks skeptically, and a little affronted like he thinks I purposely kept her a secret just to spite him or something. I didn't. "Why didn't you ever tell us about her?"

That's easy. Because I was too embarrassed. I didn't want anyone to know that Mr. Cool and collected wasn't always that way. I sure as hell couldn't face it. I still can't. It pisses me off. No girl has ever had that power over me. Not before her, not after her. "I guess I forgot." I shrug, hiding the fact that I'm lying through my fucking teeth. I never forgot about her. Not completely. It's impossible to.

“She’s a pretty one.” Damon swipes his thumb across her picture on the page like he’s mentally touching her. Or preparing to taste her. “So which one of us gets her?”

“I definitely wouldn’t mind double-teaming her with Damon.” Kingston claps his hands together, excitement and lust melting his chocolate eyes. “Fuck, I might just have to go back a second time with this one. She’s fucking hot.”

That she is.

Hot.

Pure.

And all ours.

I think it’s past time to do what I should have done years ago.

“Don’t leave us in suspense, Jet. Who is the lucky fucker who gets to have Marni Rose?” Spencer holds up a hand and tilts his head, awaiting the answer with bated breath.

“We all do.” I declare, a cunning smirk splitting my lips. “For the first time ever, boys, we’re going to share a virgin.”

"Don't joke about that, Jet." Damon's brow lifts with contempt. "Are you serious?"

I get his hesitation. We'd joked about sharing girls before, but I'd never wanted to act on it, or given the okay for them to do so. Until now. Until Marni Rose. "As serious as the season-ending hit King delivered to the QB of the Hellions during the homecoming game." I nod.

Sometimes, I can still hear the crunch of the poor bastard's foot as it bent the wrong way, shattering his ankle in two places when I close my eyes. Can still hear the siren of the ambulance that pulled up onto the field and loaded him up. The defeaning silence of the crowd that soon followed as fans watched the vehicle drive away, and the eruption of loud noise when play resumed. An injury like that is what every Quarterback fears, and witnessing it firsthand was gruesome as fuck. Good thing, I'm well protected on my team, so I don't have to worry too much about it. I have an impenetrable wall of muscle around me that keeps me safe from defenders. I'm also fast as fuck and I know how to read a field—and scramble free from a collapsing pocket. Fucking dumbass.

King winces before his mouth spreads into an arrogant smirk. "The fucker should have left the pocket. He saw it collapse. He knew I was coming."

"Can you imagine what he thought seeing your big ass coming straight for him?" Spencer laughs.

"He probably shit his pants before you hit him." Damon agrees. He probably did. Good thing his pants were black to hide all possible evidence.

"Okay, okay, enough flattering me." King shakes his head and sits up and steers the conversation back to the stunning virgin at hand. "Let's get back to what Jet was saying. We get to share Marni Rose? Completely? All of her firsts?"

Fuck. Sparks race down my spine at the idea of it. Of finally putting my hands on her after all these years. "That's what I said." I confirm. "Spencer, I need you to hack into the school's system and find her schedule. I need to know which class I'm crashing first period tomorrow."

Spencer drops his head to look at his phone seconds later, his fingers tapping along the screen with purpose. "I don't need to do any hacking. I made the nerdy girl in the office give me the password to the account."

Damon chuckles. "How'd you do that?"

Spencer is silent as he reads what's on the screen, his fingers slowly scrolling. "Got it. Marni has English with Mr. Rosen first period." He announces before turning to look at Damon with a playful wink. "And I promised her a date with you, fuckboy."

Damon sneers, his body tensing to pounce. And pummel. "You fucking better not have."

"Come on, the nerdy thing is kind of hot." Spencer shrugs, purposely pressing Damon's buttons. Damon doesn't date. None of us do. But Spencer likes to make jokes about the girls who wish we did.

"Spencer, you fuck around too much." Damon shakes him off. "Nerdy girls are your thing. Not mine."

Picking up the yearbook, Spencer taps on Marni's picture. "Well you claim not to like Goth girls either, but the hard-on in your pants right now suggests otherwise."

"I usually don't. But Marni is fucking gorgeous. I mean, have you seen those eyes? They’re like an amber abyss just sucking you in. Calling you closer. Demanding your cock to stand at attention." Damon's tongue glides along his bottom lip as he peers closer at the book in Spencer's hands.

My dick twitches as I glance over at the page, confirming the allure Marni Rose already has through a photograph. A fucking picture and my cock is hard enough to cut through stone. My fingers shaking out an urge I haven't felt in so long. Maybe ever. How is the girl even still a virgin? Why has no one fucked her yet? How has no one fucked her yet?

"Is there a reason why we're waiting till morning to make a move on her?" King asks outloud.

My pulse skips. He brings up a good point. But there isn't a specific reason to wait. Other than wanting to mark her as publicly as possible so the rest of the school knows who she belongs to.

"What's stopping us from going over to her house and telling her she belongs to us right now?" King continues, his voice taking on a wall of seriousness that's unusual for him.

"It's like one in the morning, so— her parents, maybe?" Damon counters. "I think they'd be pretty pissed off to be woken up in the middle of the night because four guys want their daughter."

"Yeah. And I'm not trying to get arrested." Spencer nods. Oh, we'd be arrested, for sure. But it might be worth it though to see the fear in her eyes when we place our mark upon her, when she realizes she can hide no longer, when she knows she’s finally been cursed with our attention. "Besides, we can wait one more night. One more night, and in the morning, Marni Rose becomes ours."

Fuck. He's right.

I've waited this long. I can wait one more night.

One more fucking night, and then I'm coming for her.