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Marmoris (Chapter Eleven)

Edited-ish. ~2k words.

Warning: slightly smutty element

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“That’s mine!” Kiara shouts, trying to grab her fork back before John B can eat her marshmallow.

“Not anymore.” He grins proudly before popping it into his mouth.

Kiara pouts, snatching her now empty fork back. “That was the last one!”

“Kie,” you murmur, and she turns to look at you as you pull your own from the fire. “Here, you can have mine. I’ve had too many.”

“No,” she responds quickly with a shake of her head. “No, it is fine. John B is just a terrible friend.”

You mask your laugh before offering her your roasted marshmallow again. “Please. My stomach is about to burst.”

John B starts to nab it, but she shoves him out of the way, and you all laugh as she takes it. She rolls her eyes at him when he mocks her grabby motions.

You lean over and grab a beer before popping the tab on it and taking a sip. JJ grins at your scrunched up face.

“It’s warm.”

“Sorry, Princess,” JJ chuckles before taking it from you. “Pope forgot the ice.”

Pope shrugs, sticking his empty fork into the fire. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay, it has been a long day,” you murmur before yawning and stretching your arms up over your head. You turn your sleepy gaze to JJ.

He smiles, before putting the beer down and standing. “Time to take the Princess back to her castle?”

Another yawn escapes as you give him a short nod in response before standing. Your hand slipping into his.

“Just stay here,” John B mutters, sticking his poker back into the fire. The small stack of leaves he had pushed down onto it sparked in the flames. “Stay with the peasants for a night.”

JJ and you laugh at his sarcasm before JJ leans over and shoves his shoulder nearly dumping him out of his chair. “Right. Because Ward is going to let that happen.”

You frown, turning to Kiara. “Do you need to be dropped off?”

“No,” she responds around the last bite of marshmallow. “I’m staying. John B is right, you should stay.”

You look at JJ warily. You wanted to stay, it would be nice to wake up around familiar faces and have a full day with your newfound friends. It is one of the first nights you have felt at ease in your new adventure for freedom. But you also know that Ward would be furious with you, and Rose would likely encourage him in being upset with you.

“Guys,” JJ sighs, his grip on your hand tightening. “She can’t.”

“Let me call Sarah,” you offer quickly. “I’ll see if she can cover.”

“Are you sure?” JJ leans in, his voice low.

You smile before pecking his cheeks. “I’ll be back in a minute. I have to pee anyways.”

He lets you go, retracting his touch before sitting back down in the lawn chair he had previously occupied as you reach into your back pocket for your phone before selecting Sarah.

“You okay?” She answers on the second ring.

“Fine,” you smile as you slip into the Chateau and make your way to the bathroom. You pause in the little hallway. “I have a crazy request.”

Sarah giggles. “You need me to cover?”

You roll your eyes, of course, she would see the reason for you calling right away.

“Yes, please.”

You hear shuffling and a door closing.

“Wait, are you home?”

“Yep,” she mutters, and you hear the sound of her window opening. “Top is out with Rafe.”

“I’m sorry,” you frown, letting your gaze drift into the room to the left of the bathroom. JJ’s ballcap is carelessly thrown on top of the bed along with a few pieces of his clothing strewn around the floor. You notice his wallet on the dresser, and an extra pair of shoes you had seen him wear in the past are by the closet.

“So, what do you think?” Sarah asks.

You snap out of your thoughts about JJ’s belongings and back to Sarah. “About?”

She groans, and you know she is likely pacing in front of her window. “That I come there. Wheezie will cover for us both. She owes you.”

Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you think about Kiara’s reaction to Sarah’s presence, but then you smile because it means John B and Sarah will be together at his house. Pope would distract Kie if JJ asked him.

“I think it’s a great idea. How soon can you be here?”

“Really?!” You do not miss the excitement in her voice. “Fifteen minutes. Is that okay?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, see you soon!”

She hangs up, and you move into the bedroom. Your fingertips brush over JJ’s hat before you pick it up and turn to look at his wallet and cologne on the dresser top.

“What are you up to?”

A sharp gasp escapes you, and you spin to see JJ in the doorway, a grin on his face. But it fades as he takes you in.

“Do you…Jay?” You murmur, looking down at his ballcap in your hands. Concern floods you for your boyfriend and if he is without a proper place to call home. “D-do you live here… with John B?”

He crosses the room, his touch gentle as he removes his ball cap from your grasp and places it on his head. “I do, sometimes. I have been here for a while this time.”

You frown, looking around the room, and his hands touch your waist. “Why?”

The carefree pogue seems to vanish, and he shrugs his shoulders. “Long story.”

“Try me.”

“Are you sure, Princess?” He huffs before sitting on the edge of the bed. You move forward to slip between his knees. You slide his ballcap off and toss it onto the bed, wanting to see his face.

“Please. I don’t need the details if you are not ready. I’m just… worried.”

Your fingers comb through his messy blond locks, and he stares at you, a heartbreaking sadness filling those ocean blue eyes.

“You know those times that I’ve looked like I lost a fight with someone?”

You nod once. “Sometimes you did with Rafe, right?”

“Sometimes, but other times it was my dad.”

“JJ…” You whisper before tipping his chin up so you can meet his gaze after he looks away. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugs. “It’s nothing new.”

“No,” you rush out, your index finger running over a faint scar just past his left eyebrow, likely from a sharp right jab. “It is not, JJ. You are his son. You deserve so much more.” You lean down, brushing your lips over the scar.

He smiles, trying to play it off. “Look at us, the pogue boy and the kook girl, both overshadowed by their fathers.”

You frown again before stepping away from him and moving to the dresser. You examine his cologne bottle before placing it back on the dresser. “Ward is hard on me, but he would never cause me physical harm JJ. There is a difference.”

“I know, Princess, I know.”

You turn back to him. “You have me in your corner JJ. I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiles before looking down at his boots. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

You grin at him, letting the harder moment pass before you glance out the window to the pogues. “Sarah is coming over, by the way.”

“Kie is going to love that,” he mutters, and you laugh before turning back to him.

“If I stay, will you and I sleep in here?”

He nods, and you clasp your hands together tightly. “Okay.” You start to move back to him. The urge to kiss him silly for being so open and honest with you about his struggles floods through you. It is a side of JJ you had never been able to see before.

“Careful,” he says, those blue eyes raking over you in the dimly moonlit room. It is like he can read you with his next words. “Take another step, and I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

You bite your lip and take another step, drawing closer to him. Your cheeks heat when you reach him. His arms wind around your waist, and you touch his messy locks again before leaning down. Your lips press against his, and he groans, kissing you back. He lifts you and pulls you down to straddle his lap. One arm wrapping around your waist and his other hand fisting in your hair.

“Jay,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut as his lips ghost across your jaw and down your neck. You lean back, biting your lip as you reach down and tug your top off. It is soundless when it crumples on the bed behind him. JJ’s eyes darken at the sight of you on his lap in only your bra, and you cannot help yourself before you are kissing him again. His hands snake up to unclasp your bra before it joins your shirt on the bed.

You gasp, eyes closing as his mouth descends to your breasts. His hands are full as he touches you. His thumbs brushing over your pebbled nipples.

He peeks up at you through his lashes, and you blush hotly. He reaches behind himself and tugs his shirt up and off before tossing it to the floor. Your fingers dance across his chest and down to his abs. His skin is warm under your touch.

He shifts to place you under him on the bed before he climbs over you and kisses you with desperation. A sigh of content spills from your lips as his body nestles between your legs. Your thighs clench around his hips, and your hands touch his bare back.

“JJ,” you moan, tipping your head back as he layers open mouth kisses across your neck and collarbone. He nips and sucks at the bend in your neck. “The others…”

“Won’t come inside for a while.”

You bite your lip before guiding his lips back to yours. Heat blooming over your skin as he trails his hand down your side and over to the button on your shorts. He undoes them and pulls the zipper down. His tongue slips past your lips to truly taste you.

You shudder, pulling him closer. Every inch of your skin buzzes at the feel of him. You should stop this, rule number five should be unbreakable, but it feels too good to be touched again.

“I want you, Jay.”

“I want you too, Baby,” he pants, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “So much.”

As his lips descend to brush between your breasts before trailing farther down, your back arches, and your nails bite at his arms. The feeling of his lips brushing your scar has you starting to pull away, but he presses down on your hips, keeping you there. “Relax, Baby, trust me.”

You shiver, biting your lip to suppress any noise as he litters kisses across the marred skin before his head dips further.

A loud declaration of “Sarah is here!” pops your bubble, and you gasp, eyes widening and JJ stares at you. He groans, his head dropping to rest against your chest.

“JJ,” you whisper.

“I know,” he groans, his words muffled by your skin. “But… your topless and in my bed.”

You giggle, dragging your fingers over his back. “Maybe another time…”

He grumbles something intangible before pulling away. He averts his gaze, cursing quietly, as he searches for his shirt. You pull your bra on and clasp it back on properly before reaching for your shirt. He beats you to it and places it in your hands.

“I’m sorry, Jay…”

He cuts you off, his lips pressing to yours. “Don’t worry about it, Baby. We knew she was coming.”

You nod, still feeling terrible for encouraging the moment, as you tug your top back on and climb off his bed. JJ’s hand encloses yours as he leads the way back outside. Your heart is racing, and a flushed look on your face as you greet your sister, who has a knowing smile.

She hugs you, squeezing your body against her. “You have a hickey, Little Sister.”

You gasp and jerk away, your hand moving up to your neck, and everyone laughs, including JJ, who you smack on the chest immediately after. He winces, but winks at you, offering that trademark dimpled smile.

(Chapter Twelve)

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