16. Chapter 16

It's been two days since the disaster dinner. Jinx has been out of sorts since her talk with Prescott. Even when we asked what they talked about, she wouldn't tell us about it. She told us not to worry about it and that it was between her and Prescott. That was not the answer I wished for. I wanted to press for more but ultimately held back. Jinx will talk when she wants to.

My mother's actions are unforgivable, and I've been ignoring her calls since. And I'm glad Prescott kicked her out. I would've done much worse, but then again, I'm an asshole. Which makes what I'm about to do so fuckin easier.

Swim practice happens three times a week, and I've been scheming at every one of them for revenge against Liam. That cunt needs to pay for what he did to Ash. And from what I heard, he's planning a party this weekend since Cam can't do it anymore. I think that'll be the perfect time to strike.

"Brother, what's going on in your pea brain?" Ash taps my forehead.

"Liam."

He wiggles his light brows and laughs.

"Fuck off. If I wanted to fuck a dude, I would've done it by now. That cocksucker is going down."

"Yeah, down where?"

"Not on my dick, Ashton. I'm ending him." I bit the words out, knowing full well he's enjoying this conversation.

He shrugs. "That tattoo dick of yours might have enjoyed it. But what's the plan?"

I give him a quick rundown because I usually don't plan anything; plans can change, and I don't like change.

"Jinx cannot go to that party. But I need Maddox to help us."

"She can stay with Spencer. He doesn't seem up for socializing much, anyway. His Batcave is desperate for help."

I slam my locker closed, wrapping my towel around my neck. "Good, now let's scare the shit out of Liam in the water."

"Watch out for Bran. Just because Coach wasn't on our ass doesn't mean this one won't be. I don't like how he stares at you. It's like he wants you."

"Jesus, Ash. You need your dick sucked or fucked."

He stops dead in his tracks. "About that. Jinx did suck my dick," he says softly.

I smiled, knowing how hard it's been on him. I'll never forget that night, either. I thought I knew what hell was, but I wasn't prepared for the nights and weeks following. Picking my brother off the bathroom floor half-dead was never on my list in life. And I never want to do that again.

I reach out, pulling him in for a tight embrace. "I'm proud of you, brother." Pulling away, I cup his face. "Take things at your pace, though, and don't force it if you aren't ready."

He places his hand over mine. "I know, and Jinx knows that."

With a final nod, we both leave the change room. Stepping inside the natatorium, the chlorine smell slams into my nose, reminding me how I ended up here every time. I would quit in a heartbeat, but Ash needs me. The new coach, Bran, glares at us as we sit. He can kiss my ass if he thinks I'm coming out here early.

I scan the stands and spot Jinx instantly. Her raven hair hangs loosely curled to the side, exposing her neck, and just thinking about marking it up makes me not want to be wearing this Speedo. Maddox leans over and whispers something in her ear, and her eyes shift to mine.

Later,she mouths.

Yeah, later, for sure.

Bran blows his whistle and officially cockblocks me.

"Listen up. I'm sure you heard about your captain being suspended, and in the meantime, I will not be replacing him."

"What the hell, Coach? We need a captain!" Emery calls out.

"Why? Hoping it was gonna go to you?" Ash mocks him.

Bran smacks his clipboard against Emery's head. "That's enough. We don't need a captain in swim practice. Do you need help with swimming laps? Because a captain ain't gonna help with that son." He blows his whistle, signaling he's done with this bullshit talk.

As I approach the diving board, Liam walks next to me.

"So, are you coming to my party this weekend?"

"Why? Is it going to be that lame you need me to be there to spice it up?" I roll my shoulders, loosening them up.

"It's not always about your ego, Atticus."

I step on the diving board, tilting my head in his direction. "It's not my ego you have to worry about, Liam. It's what lies behind that."

I should've tormented him until he couldn't take it anymore—played with his head. That would've been the ultimate way to go. Now I need to be more of a little dramatic bitch about it, not how I like to work. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And this needs to get done pronto.

"Whatever, man." He storms away like a little bitch.

I should just drown him.

This week is dragging, and it doesn't help when every class is giving exams. The amount of stress I'm under will make me explode soon. It doesn't help that Jinx has officially gone silent again. That's how I know she's hiding something. Most likely, it was a text from her stalker. Now I'm gonna have to work it out of her. I'll enjoy it, but she most definitely won't. I meet Ash outside of Psych class, where he's practically mauling Jinx.

"Break it up, kids. No one wants to see that shit."

Ash glares at me, but he'll thank me later, and if his hand had moved her skirt up any higher, I would be beating a shit ton of guys up for looking. Jinx walks away into the class leaving us behind.

"She isn't talking much. She'll change the subject if you ask her anything. Try to figure it out. It's driving me insane." He turned and walked away, leaving me to do what needs to be done.

I move quickly, grabbing her by the arm. "We're sitting in the back row today, little grim. I need to help you escape that shell you're stuck in."

She doesn't say anything as we take our seats. I make her go in first so no one can see what I'm about to do. I lean over, moving her hair away from her neck, stroking a finger along her thumping pulse.

"Jinx, just because you don't talk to me doesn't mean I don't pay attention to you. This has nothing to do with your conversation with your dad."

When she doesn't answer, I slowly slide my hand up her thigh, tugging on the hem of her skirt. "I have ways of making you talk. Keep looking forward and don't make a sound."

I stare forward and slide my hand under her skirt. Feeling the outline of her underwear, I slowly move it to the side. She can be silent, but she can never hide how turned on she is. Her hands grip the small table when I swipe her clit, but she never makes a sound.

"That's my girl." I slide a finger inside her wet entrance. She spreads her thighs wider, flexing her hips. But I'm not playing those games. If she doesn't talk, she doesn't come. With long, slow strokes, I take my time.

"Atticus, please."

"Ah, so she does talk. But I told you to keep quiet, didn't I?" I pull my finger out. "Open, clean it off."

She opens her mouth slightly, and I push my finger in, feeling her wet tongue moving around my finger. The feel of it reminds me of her sucking my dick. I bite back the groan when she sucks hard.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Jinx."

"Maybe that's what I want." A defiant look comes into her eyes.

I grab our bags and drag her out of the row of seats. She tries to jerk her hand from my hold, but there's no way I'm letting her go. Jinx should know by now what she's getting herself into. I don't stop until I get close to the janitor's closet.

"Atticus, we can't do this here."

"The fuck we can't, you wanted this, and I'm doing it now. I'm not waiting." I pull the door open. "Get the fuck in and pull that skirt up."

With slow steps, she moves into the darkened closet, places her hand on the shelf, and the other one moves her skirt up her legs. I move in, closing the door before anyone can see that ass. Groaning, I move closer, pressing my body into hers.

"You best hold on tight because I'm not gonna be nice." I unzip my pants and move her thong to the side. I took a deep breath, burying my face into her neck, and drove into her, sinking deep in one powerful thrust. Her body jerked forward as she screamed my name.

"Fuck, Jinx. I could spend all day between your legs. Squeeze harder for me." I bite her neck, driving deep with quick thrusts. Her small moans egg me on for more. "Give me that orgasm, I want to feel you strangle my dick."

"Atticus." She groans, pressing her ass into me.

I move my hand to her clit, and I can feel my climax coming when she grips me tighter. Her legs tremble as she comes all over my dick and floor. It's too much for me to handle that I finish deep inside of her.

"Jesus, Odette." I press a kiss on her neck before standing and tucking my dick back into my pants.

"Don't call me that name." She stands, fixing her skirt.

"I'll call you whatever name I want. Little grim." I grip her chin, pressing my lips to hers. "Now, let me escort you to music. While you fill me in on that text from Unknown."

I open the door, bringing in light. When I look back at Jinx, she's gone pale.