Anchored

Eight

Jax POV

I sling this drunk beauty over my shoulder and head up to my room. Everyone is so drunk they aren't even paying attention.

She is pouting when I put her on the bed. She can't fucking sleep in that dress. I slowly take her dress off, her eyes hungry. I look down at her underwear....

Black.
Lace.
Everywhere.

What were her intentions with tonight?

Her hands trail up to my hair slowly, tugging at the loose strands. I let out a moan, and realize what she was planning for tonight.

I put distance between us fast. I go into my drawers and pull out a big t shirt and sweat pants. She sits up and puts her hands behind her back about to unclasp her bra.

"Princess! No. Don't you do that. Not right now." I groan.

"Why, Jax?" Her face looked sleepy and hurt.

"Your drunk. I want you to be fully aware when I take you." I whisper, hoping she didn't hear the last part.

"Ooooooh you wanna take me?" She giggled.

Seriously. Fuck me. So cute.

Why her? Out of all the girls in the school. Sure, shes stunning. But Brody already told everyone she was a prude and a bitch, something about going to start college over the summer. Like, how does he even know her? Nobody knows anything about the girl and we have a gone to the same school forever. When we saw her sitting against the cafeteria, Brody was talking about her, I got up and walked towards her. She was so flustered and I found it entertaining. A game. Brody was all about it when I told him we should play.

But this beauty. I never really saw her. She always looks mad at school. Right now...she looks...drunk and happy.

"Yes, take you. But tonight let me dress you."

Her arms fly up straight in the air. I took that as my cue and put the shirt over her head and let my hands train down her body and stop at her waist. She laid down on the bed and threw her legs up laughing.

Electricity shot through my entire body. It was the most sexy thing I have ever heard.

I put the sweat pants on both ankles and tug them up. Again, allowing my thumbs to touch her skin like leaving trails of fire up to her waist. She is fully clothed, I tuck her in my sheets. Her eyes flutter closed and her breath started to become heavy.

I was gonna go back to the party....but going to sleep sounds way better at this moment.

I took off my shirt and put another pair of sweats on before climbing in the bed with her. I pressed up against her body and wrapped my arms around her waist.

Is this called spooning?

Fuck.

I've never spooned.

I bury my face in her neck and breath in her intoxicating smell of....cherries? "What is fucking happening to me." I say a little louder then I intended to.

Millie jumps in my arms but I pull her closer. Can she get closer?

"Jax?...." she whispers

"Yes, Amelia?" I whisper back.

"Is this real life?" She is really quiet.

"I fucking hope so, Princess."

I could feel her smiling as she leans into my chest. We fall asleep to bumping of the music downstairs.