On His Knees by Tabatha Kiss
Chapter 47
Jenna
Iglance over my easel again, my eyes drawn to the muscles on the platform ahead.
Raul is back, posed in his usual embrace around Cameron with a big smile on his face. Guy found his niche. Gotta admire hustle when you see it.
I press my pencil against paper, but I don’t move it. I stare at the two brawny shapes entwined. Four arms. Four legs. Two blank faces. But every time I look up, I see him.
Him.
Seth.
I close my eyes, shaking it off.
It’s not Seth. It’s Cameron. And Cameron is very much not Seth. Not at all. Seth has an ass, for starters. A real tight and firm peach, too. And a pack of abs carved from solid marble. Don’t even get me started on this guy’s lack of Adonis belt.
And his face...
God, what I wouldn’t give to squat on that chiseled chin and—
My lead snaps. I drop the pencil. It clatters on the floor, briefly yanking me out of the spiral I’m clearly plummeting down.
Seth is gone,I remind myself.
Seth no here no more.
I fucked Seth out of my system days ago.
Even he said he didn’t care about me at all. Those were his exact words.
I grab a back-up pencil from my bag and straighten up to focus on my portrait again. I peek at my subject, admiring his brown hair and golden eyes. His lip-biting chest and his perfectly thick cock.
Wait, no.
Cameron is blond. With very clear blue eyes. Even I can tell from my spot in the back of the damn room.
Dammit.
Why can’t I get him out of my head?
Fucking him out of my system was supposed to do just that, not carve a lovely home for him where my common sense used to be. I was fine before. There was a blissful forty-eight hours afterward where I was fine. I didn’t think about him at all.
Now, I’m craving him.
Dammit. Dammit.
“Excellent work, class!” Professor Wilson shouts from her desk across the room at the top of the hour. “The lovers are certainly on fire today!”
God, I wish.
I close my sketchbook and shove it into my backpack before leaving. Out of sight, out of mind. No more Seth, no more craving.
Each stride down the hall fires a shock through my core, targeting a place that... was not that wet when I left the house this morning.
Fuck.
Maybe one time was a little extreme. Honestly, where would the harm be in—
No.
No, Jenna.
You are not doing this right now.
Absolutely not.
Whatever happened with Seth is over. Done. Finished. Past tense.
But...
No.
I slide my phone from my pocket.
Stop.
I swipe open the Little Black Book app.
Don’t do it.
I step outside into the early autumn chill, but it just makes me throb a little harder as I open the message thread between myself and Deek4U.
My entire body flexes.
Fuck, his cock is so pretty.
I take a breath of hesitation, but my thumbs have already started tapping.
Eggplant emoji. Send.
I am so weak.
I am a weak person.
Deek4U:What?
I roll my eyes.
Eggplant emoji. Eggplant emoji. Send.
My phone rings. Seth calling.
I answer with a sigh. “Seth.”
“Fancy-bitch wants some di-ick...” he teases.
“Seth.”
“No, hey, it’s cool. I get it. I myself get uncontrollably turned on at… 10 a.m. on Tuesday mornings.”
“Are you in or not?”
“Oh, I’m already in my truck,” he says. “I just want you to tell me... why me?”
I hesitate. Obviously, Jenna Abrams would have plenty of options littered around campus on any given day for a dick emergency.
“Because you’re hot, you’re available, and I’m bored,” I answer.
Seth chuckles. “Smooth.”
“Park around the block so no one sees you.”
“This ain’t my first tryst, Fancy. I’ll be there in twenty.”
He hangs up first. Damn. Total power move, but there’s nothing I can do about that now.
I pick up my pace as I beeline across campus toward Shanty Row.
Heidi.
She’s in classes until three. I know I don’t have to worry about her barging into the house within the next hour, but the thought of her name causes a wrinkle in my gut. Here I go again, sleeping with her big brother behind her back.
Though, to be fair, he’s never been explicitly off-limits. She’s never announced to a house full of people to keep our mitts off him like he did. Heidi was hands off for all the eligible men at Delta Xi, Drew included — but they certainly found a way around that, didn’t they? I can’t imagine she’d be angry at me for having the same secret fling she did.
I reach our house on Shanty Row. No orange truck in sight, so he’s either not here yet or he followed instructions to park elsewhere. Good. Love a man who can follow directions.
I enter through the locked front door and pause. “Heidi?” I shout.
No answer.
Just checking.
I drop my backpack on the floor. I rush to the bathroom to give myself a quick looksee and to swish some mouthwash. Make-up is nice. Hair is clean and brushed through. The outfit doesn’t matter much. It’ll get crumbled on the floor in a few minutes.
Knock, knock.
I exhale at my reflection. Time to get fucked.
I step back into the hallway, following the sound to the front door.
I open it and pause at the woman standing there, staring back at me in stark black pants suit. She’s several inches taller, but carries the same reddish-blonde hair and pointed nose, plus thirty years.
“Mom?”