pinky promise - jamie tartt

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[content warning: this chapter contains explicit sexual content. 18+ minors dni. this chapter is optional, as in the plot will not be affected if you do not read it. enjoy, or skip to the next part.]

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"You mad at me?"

"I'm not mad," Tate huffed, not exactly selling the fact that she wasn't mad. 

"Seems like you are, though, and I wanna know if it's me fault, so I can fix it."

She turned to glare at him across the center console of his car, hating just how good he was about communicating and recognizing her feelings. 

"Not mad," She repeated, because she truly wasn't. 

She was jealous. Because Shandy had gone back to Jamie three separate times throughout the evening, and all he could do to avoid a scene was smile and nod instead of declaring that he was firmly off of the market. 

"Love," He glimpsed at her for only a split second as he weaved through the familiar streets of London, street lights illuminating his handsome features. "Something's up, 'cause you aren't holdin' me hand, and you always hold me hand." 

As if to draw emphasis to the fact, he squeezed her thigh—where his hand had been resting from the moment they pulled away from the curb at Sam's restaurant. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her frown deepened at being caught out by her body language. 

"Didn't realize you were paying so much attention to me. Not with Shandy around, at least." She hadn't meant for the words to come out, but they were impossible to keep from tumbling past her lips as jealousy twisted in her chest. 

Jamie was silent a beat too long, and Tate tilted her chin to face him, only to be greeted by his smug grin. 

"You fuckin' are jealous, aren't you, love?" He asked, though he clearly already knew the answer and Tate pretended not to notice his hand drift higher up her leg. She crossed one leg over the other, trapping his hands in an act that was meant to deter him but only worked to spur him on. Tate was just thankful that she could see Jamie's driveway, that they were only seconds away from being behind closed doors. "C'mon, babe, don't got nothin' to worry about, yeah? It's only you, and it's been only you for a long time now." 

"Uh-huh," And mostly her words were meant to simply rile him up, but she couldn't help but admit to the small part of her that worried Jamie would up and leave her at any given moment. 

"Do I need to prove it to you?" There was a challenge in his words as he put his car in park in the driveway, and Tate twisted in her seat to meet his heated stare, pupils blown wide with lust and promise. 

"Wouldn't hurt," She shrugged one shoulder, pout still on her lips that Jamie wasted no time in capturing with his own. It was a searing, needy kiss that had her growing hot all over. But the kiss also served as a promise, to show her what the night would hold if he was starting with a kiss like that, all tongues and teeth and shared breath. 

With his mouth still slotted over hers, he unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to open her door, all while sitting in the driver's seat still. 

"Gettin' the princess treatment tonight, yeah?" He mumbled sometime between his car and the rush inside his house. 

The princess treatment, apparently, meant he had her naked with his head between her legs on the couch within three minutes of walking through the front door. 

"Fuck, baby," She moaned out, fingers knotted in his hair. And Tate couldn't help but recall Rebecca's words, that Jamie was looking at her like a starved man, because he was currently devouring her like one. "Right there, 'm so close, Jamie, I'm gonna—"