More Than This McLean, Jay (best romance books of all time .txt) 📖

she coos innocently, batting her eyelashes at him.

Thats when the rage consumes me and something I never knew existed takes over. I stand up.

Everything around us goes quiet, waiting for what’s about to happen.

Logan and Jake are on their feet ready. I stalk over to get in her face.

Lucy, who I didn’t even know had arrived, is right next to me.

“Quit eye fucking him!” I spit out, finger in her face. “I’m right fucking here. Do you know how disrespectful that is?” I fume, pointing up and down my body.

“Yeah, you fucking slut!” Lucy yells from next to me. Cam laughs and throws his arm around her.

“I’m so fucking sick of girls like you thinking it’s okay to want what’s not yours to have.”

“Fucking whore!” Lucy yells, she’s drunk. I love drunk Lucy.

“Calm down, bitch.” Bitch?

“Bitch?” Lucy and I repeat.

“Yeah,” Tramptits says, standing up. “I’m not the only one that looks at him, so why do you care?”

“Because he’s fucking mine!” I growl out. “And if I so much as see you look at him again, the next thing you’ll be gawking at is my fist coming towards your face! Got it?”

“I swear to god, Micky,” Lucy snarls at her, Cam’s pretending to hold her back, amused by her drunk state. “I’ll cut a bitch for you, just let me go, Cam. Let me go!” she yells, trying to fight his grip.

Tramptits walks away and we all burst into laughter. I don’t know how it went from heated rage to hilarious, probably Lucy, and the fact that we’re all drunk. Jake puts his arm around my shoulders. “I’m so fucking turned on right now,” he says.

***

Jake surprises everyone by getting on the karaoke stage. Mic in hand, looking down, blush creeping to his cheeks. He clears his throat and then speaks into the Mic.

“This is umm… this is for my girlfr-" he cuts himself off when my eyes bug out, because I’m not. His girlfriend, I mean, not yet. And it’s not fair to him. Because I’m not ready, but I’m also not ready for him to move on either. “Um, I mean my Kayla. Just my Kayla. Just um, mine,” he has a little smile on his face and it’s so fricken adorable.

And then the music starts…

And we all laugh…

Because it’s One Direction.

He starts the song off and it’s so sexy because his accent is in full force and I want him. Really want him. With everything I have. And I hope one day, I can give him all of it.

***

When we get home I go straight to the bathroom and start getting ready for bed. He comes up behind me and kisses the bare skin on my shoulder, so lightly, for a second I think I imagined it.

“Kayla?” he’s looking at me through the mirror.

I close my eyes. “Mmm?”

He turns my body around and kisses my forehead.

His hands go to my waist, as they lift me onto the counter, his chin leaning on my shoulder.

He spreads my legs and stands between them, but doesn’t make a move to do anything else.

He’s looking at me now, like, he sees me for the first time and tears begin to pool in his eyes. I have no idea what he’s thinking or feeling so I spin his cap backwards and take his face in my hands.

“Whats going on, Jake?”

He clears his throat and looks away from me.

“Jake?” I ask again.

He speaks so softly I almost don’t hear him. “Are you, I mean I know we haven’t spoken about it, and things changed, I mean, that night at the bonfire… things haven’t been the same with us,” he clears his throat again. “Are you still mine? Are you still my Kayla?”

I don’t know what to say to him.

I don’t know if I am.

But I know I don’t want to be anyone else's.

“If you still want me,” I whisper.

He huffs out a relieved breath.

“I more than a lot want you, so much more than a lot.”

***

*Jake*

“Sleep with me tonight?” I ask her.

“What?” her eyes are huge.

I chuckle. “Not like that, just sleep. I miss you in my arms. I miss it so fucking much, Kayla. I just want you near me.”

“Okay,” she says smiling at me.

She sits on the edge of the bed next to me.

We’re both a little quiet now, thinking I guess.

It will be the first time since the bonfire that we’ll be sleeping together.

“Kayla… I uh,” I clear my throat. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything,” She whispers.

“I know that you said you wanted to move out, and you have your reasons and I respect that.” I pause and take a few breaths, because I don’t want to sound angry or pissed off when I say the next part. “I just… please… don’t move near that guy. I just… I don’t trust him, and he wants you-"

“Jake-"

“No Kayla, I know your naive when it comes to these things but he does, and I… I mean, you’re-"

“Jake, stop. I’m not going to. I wouldn’t. I know how you feel and I wouldn’t do that to you. I respect your feelings and I would never do anything that would make you question mine.”

I take her hand in mine and kiss her palm.

How some jerk-off had her, and treated her like shit, I’ll never understand. I’m going to be the luckiest asshole in the world when she finally lets me love her.

Chapter 42

*Jake*

I open the front door and she’s sitting at the dining table, shoe box and a bazillion magazines and craft stuff in front of her.

“What are you doing? Decoupage?”

She eyes me curiously and starts to laugh.

“What?” I say. “Mom went through a craft phase when she was pregnant with Ju-ju. Seriously though, what are you doing?”

I drop my gear bag near the front door and walk over to her.

She has a bunch of teeny bopper magazines in front of her. She’s cutting