“Wait…new? Do you go to Broken Hill?”
“Yep,” she says with a nod, making me wonder why the hell I’ve never noticed her. “Have been for a few weeks now. My brother just got accepted to the football team and before I even knew what was happening, mom was handing me my transfer papers.”
“Football team?” I ask, narrowing my eyes as things start falling into place. “Your brother’s not Jackson Millington, is he?”
“The one and only,” she confirms.
A devilish grin spreads wide over my face. This challenge just got a shitload better. I’ve got Jackson’s baby sister right in front of me. What are my fucking chances? There’s simply no better way to get revenge on this prick than to take his little sister to bed. “You must be Kaylah then?”
She looks slightly taken back that I know her name. “That’s me,” she says. “Which means that you shouldn’t be seen talking to me. You’re going to get us both in trouble.”
I perk up even more, this game getting more exciting by the second. “So you do know who I am?”
“What makes you think that I didn’t, oh fearless leader?” she teases, looking up at me through her thick lashes.
Fuck me, this chick! She’s got a fighting spirit and I fucking love it.
“Well,” I laugh, more than prepared to make an ass of myself as I try to explain this, but it turns out I don’t need to as Kaylah already gets it.
“Oh, hold up. Don’t tell me you’re put off because I’m not falling at your feet and offering to kiss your ass? Do you just assume that I don’t know who the boss is around here because I’m not throwing myself at you?”
I shrug. “I mean, that’s usually how shit goes around here.”
She shakes her head. “You’re gross.”
“And you’re feisty.”
She laughs and it bowls me the fuck over. She’s fucking gorgeous, but when she smiles, I’m breathless. What the fuck was that? “I think it’s time that you move along to your next victim, Jesse.”
I shake my head, walking around the table so I can stand right in front of her, putting us nearly chest to chest. “No way in hell, Tiger,” I murmur, leaning into her and watching as she catches her breath. “This is only just getting interesting.”
Her eyes roam over my face and I can’t stop the seductive smile that crosses my lips. Call it a useful habit. Kaylah grabs the drink I’d placed down beside her and brings it to her lips before tipping every last drop down her throat. I watch in astonishment, that was a pretty strong drink and she didn’t even cringe with the burn. I have to admit, I’m fucking impressed.
“Fuck it,” Kaylah says, throwing the empty cup over her shoulder and grabbing my face with both hands. She pulls me into her and not a second later, her lips are crushing against mine. She instantly takes control, something I’ve never allowed before and I find that with her, I kind of like it.
She moves her lips against mine and I step in closer to the table, curling my arms around her body. I tug her to me and she un-crosses her legs before letting them dangle down on either side of me. Having her this close is fucking intoxicating. She smells so damn sweet, I could eat her and damn, that idea sounds fucking good. I think that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Letting her have control is hot, but it’s not my style and I quickly take over. At the change, she melts. She instantly becomes victim to my touch and her legs are soon wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer until the front of my jeans is pressing up against her.
Kaylah groans as I move my lips down to her neck. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this,” she pants.
I shake my head as I taste her skin. “No way, Tiger. This is too fucking good to stop.”
Kaylah’s hands come to my chest and she pushes me away. I stop instantly. If she’s saying ‘no’ then I don’t want to touch her a second longer. There’s a shitload more pussy around here that’s willing, I don’t need to force it on some chick who’s not down like other fuckers I know.
Kaylah jumps down from the table, right in front of me and just when I think she’s about to storm away, she takes my hand and grins up at me. “Come on, let’s go.”
I raise a brow, liking her initiative as she tugs on my hand. I follow after her, watching her perfect ass in those tight jeans. She leads me to the stairs and skips up them, looking back at me and laughing as we go.
I chase after her and by the time we reach a bedroom door and crash through it, the desperation to taste her is almost too much. My arms circle her waist as my lips come slamming down on hers. I grab hold of her plump ass and lift her off the ground before throwing her on the bed.