Jump. //Jai Courtney Fanfiction

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Jai

November 2nd:

"I could eat tacos every day for the rest of my life," Amanda mumbled with a mouthful of food.

"I know, seriously," Joel agreed.

Ayla forced food on everyone, not eating that much herself because she ate lunch with Clare after the makeup trial.

"So, when are we having a date and spending a whole day looking at dresses and drinking champagne?" Kate asked Ayla.

"I'm thinking next month I'll start all of that. I need to talk to Megan and see if I can steal her for a few days, that way we can make a weekend venture of this," she answered.

"Yes, that sounds perfect," Clare responded.

"Do you have any ideas of stores yet?" Amanda asked.

"If course. Kleinfelds in New York. I want to find the perfect Pnina. My mom is already planning this trip too," Ayla smiled.

"Okay, we need this to happen soon. I'm so ready," Kate excitedly claimed.

Clare and Amanda couldn't agree fast enough. I had no comment on the matter, because I really had no idea what they were talking about. They're going to New York to get dresses. Got it. But that did spark Joel and Dylan to ask me the same question about tuxedos. I had no idea the style or colors that I wanted yet, but Ayla assured me that we would go over that this week. We needed to find something and some place, where Kolby and Jordan would have no problem at least trying them on. Hopefully that won't be too difficult.

Another two hours went by, filled with guacamole and laughs. It seems that there is always some funny, usually embarrassing, tale to tell between all of us so this night's theme was high school. It didn't disappoint. Everyone was starting to pack it up and roll, the last of the bunch being Clare.

As soon as that door shuts, I won't hold back anymore. If someone comes in or interrupts my sexual advances again, I'm not stopping. They'll get a show. I happily lean against the open door while Clare finishes saying goodbye to Ayla.

"Alright I'm sure I'll see you guys soon. Love you, bye!" My sister bellows as she walks out.

I can't close the door and lock it quick enough. My hungry eyes connected with Ayla's and it doesn't take long for my hands to follow. Glued to her waist and trying to pull off her teasingly tight shirt, my hands tackle her. Her own fingers glide up under mine and find my chest. Her lips taste amazing as I devour them. Her freshly tied back hair exposes even more of her neck than her top does. I waste no time guiding my mouth to there.

I manage to tear her shirt off and with some help from me, she gets mine off. I dance her backwards, until her nearly-bare back hits the wall. As soon as I press my body to hers, a phone rings from the kitchen. Hers. She doesn't flinch and ignores it, just eating up my mouth and avoiding placing her right leg around my waist - obviously to not harm that pesky wound.

As soon as I reach for her bra, her phone rings again.

"Okay," she breathily breaks away. "That's twice in a row. What if somethings wrong?"

"Leave it," I re-drench her mouth in mine.

"Mmm," comes through her lips to mine.

To keep her in place I forget about the bra and lace my fingers in hers, forcing them up over her head. Like clockwork at this point, her phone rings a third time.

"Babe, I have to get it," she pulls, releasing my hands to turn the corner.

Even though I don't want to, I let her slip away. With my palms flat on the wall, I press my forehead against it and growl. I seriously can't catch a fucking break today. I follow her into the kitchen and hear her answer the phone, knowing right away that it's Megan.