Dancing with Satan

Chapter Ten

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I saw the lights of a car flash through my window and I was grateful Jesse cut them off quickly. I didn't want him to wake my parents, which led to the next issue. I had to climb out of the window if I didn't want to be caught by them. Talk about pathetic.

I walked over and slid the window up, landing on the ground with a thud. ''Shit!'' I whispered to myself as the agonizing pain coursed through my legs.

A low chuckle pierced through the air and I heard footsteps approaching me, however I was too busy trying to keep it together to look up. ''Well that was graceful,'' Jesse said.

''Screw you,'' I hissed. I finally stood up from my position. I held my hand up, cutting him off before he got the chance to comment. ''Don't even start, we've already been through this.''

A smug look crossed his face and he stepped up closer- until he was inches from my face. ''We could go over it again, though.''

I let out a shaky breath. He was so, so close, and it was making my stomach flip. ''I...uh yeah, so why did you want to see me exactly?'' I stuttered. Snap out of it!

''I just did.''

''Why did you do what you did today? Why did you pull me out of the line of fire when I'm a part of the rival club?''

''I told you that you were different, didn't I?'' Jesse asked, one of his hands going to the side of the house,  right next to my head. God he was close.

''I knew you had a thing for me,'' I joked, confidence coming out of no where. I reached out and trailed a finger down his chest, a smile on my face.

''Hm, yeah? You thought right...'' Jesse said slowly, looking down at my finger.

I was sure my eyes doubled in size at his words. Jesse Miller...liked me? No, it couldn't be. He must have been messing around with me or just trying to get in my pants.

Looking up into his eyes, I was surprised when he leaned down and started kissing my neck. I leaned my head back, allowing him more room and I gripped his shirt tightly. His lips trailed down to my collarbone and then back up my neck gently. I couldn't have suppressed the moan if I wanted to.

He pulled back, that typical panty dropping smirk on his face. ''Like that?'' he asked.

''Of course,'' I said. He knew I did but you know how men are when it comes to these things. They wanted to know they were making a woman happy. Men and their stupid egos. ''I uh, better get inside...''

''Oh no, you're not going anywhere.''

''Yes, I need to get some sleep. I have a lot to do tomorrow,'' I lied. Truth was, I was just scared. Not of him but just everything. This felt so wrong, like I was betraying my club. Actually, I kinda was.

''Don't make me tie you back to that chair,'' his husky voice replied.

Damn. That was hot, I wasn't going to lie. There was something about a possessive man that drove me insane.

''Fine, be that way...'' my hand went under his shirt, trailing over his six pack. I leaned up on my tippy toes, pressing my lips to his. At first he didn't respond, but when he did, he pushed himself up against me even harder than before.

We probably went at it for about five minutes before I pulled away for much needed oxygen. We were both breathing heavily and I could see lust in his eyes.

''Sage!'' I heard my name being called. It didn't register to me that it was my mom until she called out a few more times.

''Damn, I've got to go.''  I looked back up at the window and realized there was no way to get back up there.