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Chapter Songs:
*Seventeen - Sjowgren*
*Be Real - Kid Ink*
Chapter 2:
I Dare You
I shove Jace, who mumbles something and throws the covers over his head. I yank it down.
"Jace!" I hiss. His eyelids flutter open, revealing tired gold eyes. He lifts the covers up next to him with a lazy hand.
"Come back under, love. We'll talk about it later," he growls, his voice low and raspy. I had forgotten how sexy that sounded. He closes his eyes. "Come on. It's freaking cold." I scoff. He suddenly jerks up, and I can't even watch his movements before his hands are on both sides next to my head, and his body on top of mine. His muscles flex as he holds himself up with his arms.
"If I tell you, you'll agree to keep sleeping, yes?" I nod, just wanting to unravel the situation. "Okay, sweetheart. I was about to get laid, you vomited everywhere, I picked you up, brought you home. Simple."
I gesture to my clothes. "What's this, then, sweetheart?" I spat. A smirk spreads on his lips.
"I changed you," he says simply, shrugging. At my expression, he explains, "I wasn't going to let you sleep in a tight-ass dress. So I let you put on my shirt."
"I was unconscious, genius. You can't let me."
"I didn't look, I promise." A devilish grin forms on his lips. "I've undressed women so many times, it's like second nature to me now." I push him off me, but his chest stops me. "I thought we had a deal, no?"
I groan. Damn it. "Wait. Why am I sleeping with you?"
"Ah, that was not me. I'm afraid you slipped in during the night." That was possible. There has always been days where I'd be taken over by this fear of him, and I'd sleep with Isabelle for comfort. I can't believe I did that with him. "You seemed to have liked it. You were glued to me."
"Upon other things," he adds, smirking. One of his hands run down my side, fiddling with the hem of the shirt. "Navy is nice on you. But nothing looks better."
"Do you usually flirt and sleep with your roommates?" I ask skeptically, ignoring his sultry tone. His hand shoots under my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"In your case, I'd like to do more," he whispers in my ear. His breath tickles me skin, I shudder. I push him off completely this time onto the side, and he chuckles.
"Perv," I mutter. I walk towards the bathroom.
"You know you like it!" I hear his voice call from his room. Gah.
.w.W.w.
I had woken up significantly later then usually, eight o'clock. I have until five for work. Jace was lousing around, watching TV, eating.
I had decided to go to the gym for the rest for the rest of the morning, to get all my Jace-related rage out. The soft thump of the punching bag became therapeutic.
I hit it once more, trying to gather as much force as I can for my last punch. Who sleeps with their roommate on the second night of knowing them? I scold myself, my knuckles throbbing with pain. I push a sweaty strand of red hair out of my eyes, and make my way back up towards the apartment.
I walk in, finding a shirtless Jace doing push ups on our hardwood floors. I scoff. "How many times am I going to have to walk in on you shirtless?"
I walk over to the kitchen counter, where I place my water bottle. A loud grunt echoes all the way to me from the living room. I go back, leaning against the kitchen door frame, watching him. He stops, his biceps flexing as he stands up in one motion. He shakes his arms a bit, all the bumps and dents of his muscles moving.
"It's a privilege," he grunts out, before stalking over to my water bottle and chugging it down. I hurry to him, but he lifts his arm all the way up. I slap him hard, but he doesn't budge. "Ouch."
"Give it back," I command. I stiffly stick my chin up. He pouts, looking at me teasingly. Aha.
"What you gonna do? You going—"
I cup his face and bring it down to meet mine. Our lips meet, and he moves his arms down around my waist. His lips move against mine, and he deepens the kiss.
Score.
One hand lets go of his face, and I bring it behind me. I pluck the water bottle out of his grip and back up. I wiggle it in front of his face.
Pure surprise is written all over his face. I explain. "Did you really think I'd just kiss you? Ha!" Something flashes by his face, but it's gone just as quickly as it came. A smirk grows on his lips.
"Oh, I'll get my revenge, you just wait."
.w.W.w.
Five o'clock comes fast, between boxing, the water bottle incident, eating lunch, and more boxing. Jace won't tell me what his job is, and I feel as though that's not a good sign. He might be a serial killer for all I know.
I wear a tight red tank top and skinny high waisted black slacks. I slide on a black leather jacket for the cold, and I feel Jace clearly looking at me.
"Who knew you worked as a stripper?" He says, his eyes still looking at the TV screen.
"Think what you want, asshole," I spit out, and he fakes innocence. I walk out the door, slamming it closed. I walked down all the flights, receiving a message from Iz.
5:06 Just arrived in Philly! How's it going with the Naughty Hotty? ;)
5:06 He's annoying af. Save me
5:06 Wish I could. We could totally meet up tomorrow. I'm coming to yours.
5:07 Drinks?
5:07 Just hanging for the night.
5:07 Call Simon up, babes.
5:08 I'll see if he's willing, babes.
5:08 Kisses.
5:08 Middle fingers.
5:08 Still love you.
I walk to the club rapidly, hoping to arrive on time. I slip behind the booth, taking off my leather jacket and hanging it on a shelf. The club isn't busy at all, apart from some middle-aged men drinking beer and ranting. The usuals of the hour.
A familiar face enters the bar, and I can't stop the grin spreading on my lips. When he sees me, he mirrors my expression. He slips onto the stool in front of me.
"Well, if it isn't my sweetest redhead," Sebastian says. I laugh. I pass him his usual beer. He flashes me an irresistible smile. As I clean the glasses, we chat.
"Are you up for coming to the apartment for the night?" I ask, referring to Iz's idea.
"That was the plan," he says, smirking. I grin, and just the conversation between our eyes tell me that it'll roll out perfectly.
"Tomorrow, with Isabelle, Si, and the fam," I explain. He nods taking a swig from his beer.
"Why not? I'll be there early, to get a sneak peek." What can I say? He's attractive as hell.
Suddenly, I'm reminded about the other hunk in the bunk. Did I just say that? Grams is rubbing off me. "I forgot to tell you, I have a new roommate." At his questioning expression, I go on. "It's a guy."
His smile drops a bit, and I know he's a bit jealous. We've always been friends with benefits, and he's never taken the next step, though I can see he clearly wants to.
"Who is he?"
"Dunno," I say, continuing on to the next few glasses. "He's 23, like you. He has blond hair, and he boxes."
"Is he hot?" He blurts out. Honestly, I'm not taken back by the question.
"Not any more than you are."
"Alright. I'll be there. I'm off for now. I'll be back to get you home, Clare." I nod, he always does this for me. Nobody wants to walk alone at one in the morning in New York. Especially a woman.
He walks off, before passing me a napkin. On it, reads in nicely scribbled handwriting:
You look beautiful, as always.
-S
.w.W.w.
The rest of the night is quiet, not many people in the club. I achieve a collection of numbers, and their home becomes the trash can.
When my shift is over, I slip on my jacket, putting my purse over my shoulder. I wait outside as cars pass, the soft rumbling of their engines familiar.
I see Sebastian and we walk silently next to each other. When we approach the building, he grabs my waist and pushes me up against a brick wall between the buildings. He places his forearm next to my head, above it, and the his hand on my waist. He's tall, so I look up to see his eyes filled with lust, desire, and love. I place my hands on his chest, grabbing the open sides of his leather jacket.
We always match.
I pull him down to meet my lips, and he growls before peppering kisses to my cheek, down my neck and up a kiss. With his free hand, he grabs my butt, and I gasp in surprise. He licks my earlobe, then follows with a bite. I throw my head back with a quiet moan, and he chuckles against my skin.
How can he have this affect on me?
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll feel me even after I stop," he growled in my ear. His hand sneaks up until my shirt, caressing the soft skin under it. I can't stop the small moan as it escapes my lips.
His mouth moves back to mine, kissing it hungrily with everything he's got. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him flush against me. He grabs my thigh, hoisting it up against his hip. I pull back, out of breath.
"Se-Seb," I breathe. "I need to get back." A small frown appears on his lips, but I pull him down for one last kiss. "You can stay the night, tomorrow." I see his grin in the shadows.
He kisses my neck one last time, murmuring against my skin, "Promise?"
"Promise." I drift off towards the building, flashing him a small smile before jumping up its steps.
Jace seems to be sleeping on the couch, but as I try to sneak past with my heels, his voice practically makes me fall.
"Messed up hair, red lips, shirt ridden up," he calls from the couch. "Nice make out session, boo."
I scoff to hide my surprise. How does he know all that?
"Good night, Jace," I say loudly, exasperated. And I go to sleep.
.w.W.w.
My shift for tonight is covered, and everyone's already arriving. Simon, Iz, Sebastian, Maia, a good friend, and Alec, Iz's brother. Jace is rather humble, he's hiding in his room.
We first watch a movie, then Izzy becomes hyper and drunk because of the beer and alcohol.
"Let's play truth or dare!" She yells, jumping around. Everybody groans; her games never end well. Jace chooses this moment to pop out and say hi, and everyone's quiet. Sebastian has a slight bit of fury on his face and jealousy, Izzy's indifferent, Maia's practically drooling, Simon's also jealous, and Alec's eyes are lit up with amazement.
"This is Jace," I present him. I introduce everyone and he nods. When he wonders what we're doing, he settles for truth or dare. He has no idea of what's coming to him.
We sit in a circle, and Sebastian sits close to me. Iz explains her rules. "We are over twenty, so it does get dangerously heated up," she warns Jace. "If you refuse a truth or dare, you take off an item of clothing. Shoes and socks don't count." She grins. "Okay! I start! Si!"
"Truth."
"Wimp," I comment, leaning my head on Seb's shoulder. He rolls his eyes, and Isabelle continues.
"Choose two people that you think you would have the best threesome with." Great, she's already started her sex-fest. He looks around the room.
"Clare-Bear," I groan at his response. "And Sebastian for sure." Maia snickers.
"I think they'd be getting it on alone." Everybody nods in agreement, and I hide my face in his shoulder. Simon's turn.
"Clare."
"Dare," I respond quickly. A devilish smirk appears on his face and I start to worry.
"I dare you to not touch Seb for the whole game, and if you do, it's one item of clothing each touch." I whine. I throw my arms around him.
"Don't do this to me, Si," I complain. He looks at the sky.
"One item down." I groan, and Jace looks at me peculiarly. I stand up and shrug down my black shorts. Jace's eyes go wide and I smirk. I sit back down, making space between me and Seb.
"Maia," I direct my dare towards her. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare?"
"I dare you to give Jace a lap dance." People laugh and cheer her on. She moves over to him, and makes him sit on a chair. I crank up the radio to Body Party by Ciara. She starts up weirdly, her movements not in sync with the song. She starts moving better, but I honestly feel like she has no experience. I snicker a bit.
"I can so much better then that," I whisper in Seb's ear. He chuckles.
Iz must have heard us, because she says, "Why don't you show us, Clary?" Maia awkwardly comes off of Jace and I walk over to the radio, switching it to Naughty Girl (Beyonce). I walk over to him, bending over and moving my hands up his legs and situating myself on them. I move smoothly with every beat of the rhythm. I move to face him, and put one hand on his shoulder before moving graciously on his lap.
I hear a whistle and I giggle as I stand, moving back to my spot. Sebastian snickers.
"Wow, Jace, you got two lap dances as a welcoming treat." We all laugh, and resume the game.
Maia asks Isabelle if she would bang me if she wasn't straight. She nods. What's with everybody directing sex towards me?
Alec leaves to get a call from his boyfriend, Magnus and Isabelle asks Jace, "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"Do body shots on Clary." Sebastian clears his throat, and Simon hurries to get the vodka.
"Gladly." I lay down, and take off my shirt. Jace pours the vodka in my bellybutton, then trails a bit of it up my stomach and between my breasts. He puts the lemon slice between my lips, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Sebastian clenching and unclenching his fists. Poor babe.
Jace's tongue gets me out of my daze. He licks my bellybutton clean, taking his sweet time to torture me with every flick of it. He moves up, taking in all the salt, leaving a scorching trail. I suck in a breath as he takes all the vodka between my breasts, leaving a secret kiss between them.
His head moves up, and he takes the lemon from my mouth with a kiss. His work was quick, but efficient.
He stands up, leaving me in my black lace undergarments, completely exposed. I grab my shirt, slipping it over me. Everybody is silent, their eyes wide as they watch the scene unravel.
"What?"
.w.W.w.
I feel Seb flop down on the bed beside me, both panting. We lay under the covers, and the sweat from our earlier... activity, starts to dry. We both look at my ceiling.
"He likes you, that Jace guy," Seb's voice surprises me. It's hoarse from sex, and it sounds irresistible. I turn onto my side to look at him, the covers tucked beneath my arms.
"I don't usually talk about other boys after fucking one."
"I'm serious, babe. And he's not good news."
"Why do you say that?" I turn the opposite way, and he moves closer to spoon me. His naked body is scorching against mine, and we melt together. He sets his chin on my exposed shoulder, kissing it.
"I don't like the way he looks at you." He runs his fingers down my sides, and I shudder at the touch. "This is mine." Who doesn't love a territorial, attractive guy?
"Seb..." His hand trails between my thighs, and I gasp.
"Up for round two?"
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