The Complete Arrogant Series (14 page)

Jensen

She tastes of innocence and indecency, a sweet poison, and
I’m devouring every square inch of her. What began with a kiss on the floor of
my room turned into an unstoppable make out session, and now we’re lying naked
on my bed.

There’s no lock on my door.
Anyone could bust through at any second, but we’re not thinking clearly.

Obviously
.

We have no business doing this.
We shouldn’t be together. This isn’t a good idea by any stretch of the
imagination. This has the potential to get all kinds of complicated, but for
now? I’m not sure our bodies would allow us to stop if we wanted to.

I’m hard as fuck, and I’m hard
for her.

Waverly’s lying on her back, and
I’m watching the rise and fall of her stomach as she tenses and relaxes. Her
body responds to my touch like an animal in heat—desperate, longing,
craving. She’s insatiable, and she hasn’t even had the pleasure of my cock
inside her yet.

I run my hand down her smooth
belly, teasing my way to her hips where I trail down her thigh until I reach
her knee, guiding it wider until she’s fully exposed. My fingers find her pussy
in the dark.

“You’re wet as fuck, Waverly.” I
bury my nose in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent and nibbling her tender
earlobe as my finger traces the center of her folds. She pulls in a sharp
breath as I plunge a single finger inside her. “And tight as hell.”

She nudges her face into mine,
silently pleading for my mouth to be on hers, but I don’t deliver. This isn’t
love; this is
carnal
. Her muscles clench against my
finger, providing resistance that only serves to intensify her pleasure. I slip
a second finger inside, eliciting a low moan from her bitten lips.
Faster, harder, deeper.
Her hips writhe and buck in response
to every sensitive plunge.

“I want you,” she whispers. “I-I
want you inside me…”

She’s in control and she calls
the shots, but fuck if I wasn’t dying to hear her say those words.

There’s a condom in my wallet on
top of my nightstand. I pull it out, tearing the foil packet and slipping it
over my swollen cock. It barely contains me, but it’ll do the job. I climb over
top of her, pinning her to my mattress with the weight of my body.

“Do you remember what I told you
that first week, Waverly?” I whisper.

“You won’t destroy me, Jensen,
and I definitely won’t fall in love with you,” she sighs. Her eyes squeeze
tight as her legs widen for me. I ready my cock at her tight entrance.

“Once I fuck you,” I say,
“there’s no going back. You won’t be able to undo this and you won’t be allowed
to blame me. This is all you. I may have kissed you, but the rest was all your
doing.”

She grips fistfuls of the quilt
that rests beneath us, squirming beneath me as if having to wait is physically
painful. Her tongue runs the length of her bottom lip. “What are you waiting
for?”

Her body tenses and welcomes me
at the same time, my cock sliding into her constricted pussy with natural
resistance. God, she’s skintight around me, like her body is latching onto mine
and refusing to let go.

Her fingers dig into my
back,
all ten of them, all at once, and then her nails drag
down my flesh.

“Relax,” I breathe.

She winces. I’m bigger than
average, and she’s a fucking virgin. It’s got to be painful. I resist the urge
to pound the fuck out of her unspoiled pussy and go slow.

“I promise it’ll feel good soon.”
I lean down and kiss her lips, not because I’m trying to be romantic, but
because I hope it’ll loosen her up, relax her a bit. Her legs fall to the
sides, spread wide for me as I circle my hips into hers. Her wetness is
saturating, and within a few minutes I’m full on thrusting. I grip the
headboard for leverage, plunging myself deep inside her. Soft moans leave her
lips, and the faint scent of her innocent arousal fills the air.

I cover her mouth with my hand.
“Shh…”

The fact that we could get caught
at any moment weighs heavy in the corner of my mind. In a perfect world,
Waverly would not be losing her virginity to her stepbrother on a crappy guest bed
in her father’s house. Maybe she deserves romance and flowers and true love,
but she picked me. I’m what she wanted, so I’m what she gets.

But time is of the essence, and
we have to get the show on the road, and I’m not quite in the mood to get
caught.

I scoop her ass with my hands, pulling
her into me with each hard thrust, going deeper and deeper and watching her
round tits bounce.

Her lips part, her face twisting
and then relaxing as she fucks me back all on her own.

“Come on my cock, Waverly,” I
coax her. My mind blanks and my body
numbs
. She fights
the gasps and moans that so desperately want to escape her pretty, fuckable
lips. Pressure builds at the base of my cock, working upwards until I can’t
fight it anymore. Her hands slide to my hips, pressing me into her as she comes
all over my rock hard cock. Intensity soars through me until I bury my face
between her tits and unload inside her.

The moment I’m spent, I collapse
on top of her, both of us struggling to catch our breaths. I’m in a daze, but
only for a short while.

“You gotta go,” I tell her. “Not
trying to be a dick, but people are probably going to be looking for you soon,
and the last thing we need is them busting into my room and wondering why the
fuck it smells like sex.”

I climb off her, and we throw our
clothes on in record time, me wrapping the used condom in a handful of peach Kleenex
and burying it in the bottom of my trashcan. I’ll take out the trash first
thing in the morning. Her hair is messy, spilling down her shoulders in tangled
curls. Sex hair looks good as hell on her.

“You okay?” I ask.

She spins to face
me,
her lips pull into a Cheshire grin. “What do you think?”

“Did you think when you walked in
here tonight, you wouldn’t be walking out a virgin?”

“I didn’t think, Jensen. I knew.”

Waverly

I leave Jensen’s room with a delicious soreness between my
legs, ripe with satisfaction and void of an ounce of regret. I’m taking back my
life and finding my dignity one brave, bold, uncharacteristic decision at a
time.

I refuse to be married off or
have my body given to a man chosen for me.

I swear my soul glows, radiating
clear through to my fingertips—though it could easily be the last
remnants of the soul-shattering orgasm working its way out of my system.

Either way, I’m basking in it. I
want to remember this feeling the rest of my days.

I tiptoe into my room and peer
out the window just in time to see Bruce climbing into his car and pulling
away. Perfect timing. I have no idea how long I’ve been up here, but I can’t
imagine it’s been more than an hour.

Heavy footsteps trudge up the
stairs, sounding closer with each thump. My door swings open wide, my father
standing in the doorway. His jaw is set, and he’s peering down at me with a
fevered stare.

Does
he know
?!

I pull in a long, cool breath and
force a smile on my face. “Hi, Dad.”

He shuts the door behind him and
charges at me, his fists clenched and his face reddening with each heavy
second. “What you did tonight was unacceptable.”

My heart whooshes in my ears as I
attempt to steady my breathing. “Can you be more specific?”

His lips pinch together into a
menacing smile, his eyes dart around the room. He lifts his hand to his jaw,
raking the side of his face in slow, hard strokes. I don’t recognize this man.
This man is not my father. I don’t know who he is.

“You do understand Bruce Waterman
is a member of the quorum, right?” His penetrating gaze holds mine. “He came
here to meet my daughters, whom I boast about on a regular basis.
My pride and joy.
My shining examples…” He shakes his head,
gathering his thoughts some more. “You’re an embarrassment to me, your mothers,
and the rest of the family. You have disgraced us. Who do you think you are,
running off like that?”

My father has never spoken to me
with words so harsh before. My lip trembles, and I feel myself falling from the
highest high to the lowest low. I sink into my mattress, burying my head in my
hands.

“I was uncomfortable,” I sob.
“The way he looked at me.
The whole thing.
And Bellamy
said—”

“You have too much free will.
That’s the problem.” His voice cuts through mine, muting my opinions.
“Something has changed in you, Waverly. You’re not the young woman I raised you
to be.”

“You’re wrong. I am a good
woman.” I stand up for myself knowing my words fall upon deaf ears. Once my
father’s mind is made up, there’s no convincing him otherwise. “I’ve done
everything you’ve asked me to do.”

“You’re lying.” His hands dig
into his hips. “You’re looking me in the eye and lying.”

I shake my head, wiping away
tears that stain my cheeks and make my hair stick to my skin. He knows. He
probably knows everything. Or he’s bluffing. Either way, I’m fighting a losing
battle.

“You’re not going to college this
fall, Waverly,” his voice is a low sneer. “I clearly haven’t done my part
raising you into a respectable young woman who can make proper choices for
herself. You demonstrated that tonight by the way you treated Mr. Waterman. I
fear for your soul if I send you out on your own. The modern world is wicked,
filled with temptations and sin.”

“You don’t need to fear for my
soul, Dad.” I wipe away heavy tears, but they continue falling, landing on the
tops of my thighs. I glance up at him, pleading with my eyes because I know my
words are merely lightweight. “You promised. You promised I could go to college
if I got my scholarship and demonstrated that I’m responsible and dependable
and—”

“Some things are more important
than college.” His words set fire to my future.

“Bellamy went to college.”

“She attended the local community
college, living at home. You will be granted the same opportunity.”

There’s nothing for me there.
“How is that fair?”

I don’t have time to wipe my eyes
before the sting of an open-palmed slap warms my cheek. I haven’t been
physically punished since I was a child. My breath halts, our eyes meet again.
My hand flies to the burning warmth radiating from the side of my face.

“You are not to ask questions
anymore. Do you understand that? I am your father. I know what is best for you.
Your future is in my hands.” His voice is low, raspy and desperate in his
throat as he wags a finger in my face. “You are to remain chaste and true until
the day you are sealed to a husband of
my
choosing.”

I want to tell him it’s too late.
Instead I bite my tongue, knowing that going tit-for-tat with my father never
ends well for anyone.

“I said,
do you understand?
” He spits his words at me.

“Yes, Father.” I hang my head
low, unable to meet his omnipotent stare. “I understand.”

He straightens his back, pulling
his shoulders firm, his fists clenched tight. A lingering silence fills my room
until he disappears a moment later. I rise up and amble to my dresser, taking a
good, hard look at myself in the mirror. There’s a handprint on my cheek,
splays of white and pink making an outline of my father’s hand. My eyes are
watery still, achy and swollen. My hair is disheveled and out of place, and I
thank my lucky stars my father didn’t notice. He must’ve been too busy seeing
red to pay any attention to my appearance.

The girl staring back at me is
jaded and confused, hardly recognizable.

There’s a faint rapping on the
door. My mind immediately goes to Jensen and my heart leaps. I shake my head,
rattling those inappropriate thoughts and refusing to indulge in whirlwind
excitement. He is not my boyfriend. He’s simply a catalyst, helping me become
the woman I’m supposed to be.

“Can I come in?” It’s Bellamy.

“Yeah.”

The door parts and she slides in,
shutting it behind her. “You all right?”

If I confide in my sister, I risk
disappointing her too. “Of course.”

She tilts her head, our matching
blue eyes holding from across the room. “Obviously you’re not.” She glides over
to my bed, perching on the edge. “That Bruce guy was a creep.”

Bellamy never talks that way
about anyone, let alone a church elder.

“He was.” I nod, rubbing my lips
together. I’m stuck between wanting to confide in her and not wanting her to be
disappointed in me. “Do you think Dad wants him to marry one of us?”

She shakes her head. “I hope not.
Dad always said we could pick our own husbands.”

“Dad also said I go to college if
I got a scholarship, and he changed his mind about that.”

Bellamy’s eyes widen. “Seriously?
Are you sure?”

“That’s what he said tonight.”

She draws her legs up onto the
bed, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “Dad’s
changed lately. But so have you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know.” She shakes her
head and blows a wisp of ashy blonde hair from her face. “Ever since Jensen
came around, there’s been a change in you. If I’ve seen it, you can guarantee
Dad’s noticed, too.”

“What does Jensen have to do with
anything?” I remind myself to be careful, to not grow too defensive. “He’s our
brother, Bellamy.”

“Kind of. Not really.” She
shrugs. “If you want to get technical.”

“You’re imagining things. There’s
nothing going on between us.” My lie sinks deep into my marrow, becoming a part
of me.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. No one said
anything was going on between you.” She places her hands in the air.
“I’m just saying, you’re different.”

“Different how?”

“Mostly in the way you carry
yourself, especially when he’s around. You spend a little extra time getting
ready in the morning. I catch you staring at him sometimes at dinner.” Bellamy
laughs. “He’s an attractive guy. You’re the same age. I get it. You’re starting
to notice…
boys
.”

“You do realize I’m almost
nineteen years old.” This conversation is as awkward as it is untimely.

“Yeah, but you’re starting to
take interest in the opposite sex in an
obvious
way now,” Bellamy says. “I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. And it’s
noticeable. And I think that’s why Dad’s acting weird.”

“So you think that’s why he
invited Mr. Waterman over?” It’s all coming together. If my father threatens to
arrange my marriage simply because he catches me looking at Jensen, what’s he
going to do if he finds out I gave him my virginity?

“That’s my fear.” Bellamy stands
up, stretching her arms behind her. Her pretty face softens. “Just be careful,
sis. Try to tone it down a notch. Maybe keep your distance from Jensen? You
never know, maybe he’ll forget about all this and things can go back to normal.
He might even let you go to college in the fall.”

Highly
doubt that.

“Why doesn’t Dad pressure you to
get married?” I sweep my hair off my neck, pulling it off my hot skin and into
a ponytail. The swell of my eyelids is as distracting as it is exhausting, and
I’d give anything for a cool washcloth.

She shrugs. “Because I’m smart
about things.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bellamy takes long strides toward
the door, pausing when her hand grips the doorknob. “That’s a conversation for
another day.”

Of
course it is.

The second she leaves, I strip my
clothes off and climb into pajamas. Fatigue takes hold of me the second my head
hits the pillow. I’m spent—physically and emotionally.

Tomorrow is a new day, and while
I don’t know what it might bring, I vow to myself to take back control of my
life one decision at a time.