Uncomfortable, Undone University Series, Book 1

Chapter 14

Jace

I wait for what feels like hours into the night for that small knock to sound on my door, the one that tells me Krystal needs a place to sleep again. It doesn't come. I know RJ's in the girls' room with Abigail again, because he's not in here. But... tonight, neither is Scotty. Finally, I climb out of bed and creep out onto the landing, fully expecting to find Krystal curled into that ridiculously chair. But the chair—and its mate—are empty. I peer over the side of the railing, but only see Scotty and Maggie down in the living room, curled together on the couch while some sort of horror movie flashes on the TV screen in front of them.

So where is Krystal?

I shouldn't care, and I definitely shouldn't go downstairs in search of her. I should go back into my room, climb back into my nice, soft bed, and go to sleep. But I've never been very good at following through on what I should do. Instead, I pad down the stairs and check first the kitchen—empty—and then dining room.

I almost snort out loud when I find her there. She's lined four armless dining chairs up against one wall and is stretched out across them with her feet hanging off the end of the row. She's using her arm as a shield from the porch light shining in the front window. While I'm sure this is way more comfortable than the chair upstairs, it can't possibly compare to a bed.

"Are you that scared of facing me now?"

She jumps slightly at the sound of my voice and peers out at me from under her arm.

"I thought you were in bed, and I didn't want to bother you."

Just the sight of her lying there, and the soft, husky quality of her voice is enough to conjure images in my mind of this afternoon's shower, and my cock springs to attention easily.

"What if I wanted to be bothered?" I respond, fulling meaning the innuendo in my words.

She drops her arm away from her face and sits up. But she doesn't speak for a long moment. I almost begin to think she didn't hear me. Then she says, with a question in her voice, "Come again?"

"I'm certainly hoping to," I answer. I know I sound as crass as RJ right now, but I can't make myself care. I can't shake the image of Krystal in my arms, and can't think of anything I want more right now than her in my bed. I hold out a hand to her. "I'm going back upstairs. You coming?"

She hesitates a moment, then stands and sets her dainty palm in mine. "Not yet. But soon, hopefully." And just like that, my cock is tenting my sweats obscenely.

We make the trip upstairs quietly, so silent in fact, Maggie and Scotty don't even look up from their movie. When we get to my room, I guide Krystal inside, and close the door with a soft click. Then I press her to the door and settle my hands on her hips. I have been thinking about touching you again since the moment my hands left your skin earlier.

She swallows, then licks her lips. "Me, too." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, and tickles across my cheek as she stares up at me in the quasi-darkness.

"Did you..." I hesitate, searching for the right words. "Plan it?"

Her eyes flash with annoyance. "You mean, did I plan to fall in a disgusting retention pond full of stagnant muddy water and have you come in after me? All so I could get you naked in the shower and come so hard my legs were shaky after?"

Well, when she puts it like that, it does sound a bit silly. Then my eyes widen as the last part of her statement sank in. "I made you come that hard?" I'm suddenly grateful for the little bit of space between our two bodies, because I just went from a semi to raging boner in the time it took me to say the word come. Now, I'm mentally reliving the moment she came apart in my arms, and I have to swallow a moan.