Adrenaline: A Fall Away Series Bonus Content Collection (6 page)

K.C.: *crosses arms *glares

Jax: It’s cute. It’s kind of pink, but it’s cute.

K.C.: At least, my clothes are clean. Your jeans have grease stains everywhere.

Jax: It’s not how clean they are. It’s what’s inside that matters.

K.C.: Why do you always do that?

Jax: What?

K.C.: Make everything sexual. Do you actually have a personality in there somewhere? Something else to offer a girl besides dumb jokes?

Jax: *narrows eyes* Like you’d even care to find out.

K.C.: Maybe if you stopped looking at me like I was a piece of meat.

Jax: Maybe if you stopped looking down at me like you knew I was wearing Jared’s second-hand clothes.

K.C.: I don’t look at you that way.

Jax: Then why are you so fucking mean?

K.C.: I…I don’t mean…*sighs

Jax: *approaches K.C. *backs her into the wall *hovers

K.C.: *looks up at him

Jax: Because there’s nothing scarier to you than me, right? Not even your heels?

***

Jax and K.C. in class…

K.C.: The conditions brought on by the revolution happening at the time...

Jax:
Les Mis
does not take place during the French Revolution. It’s about the legacy of the revolution and a small Parisian insurrection 40 years later. Did you actually read the book?

K.C.: *grits teeth* Why is he even in this class, Miss Penley? He’s still a junior.

Jax: Why are you in this class? The texts are clearly too challenging.

K.C.: Are you still talking?

Penley: Okay, stop it. Both of you. Jax, stop interrupting her.

Jax:

K.C.:

Penley:

K.C.: Yeah, I forgot what I was saying, so...

Jax: *smirking

K.C.: Stop smiling.

Jax: I’m not.

K.C.: I can feel it.

Jax: Can you? How do I feel?

Class: *laughing

K.C.: Jerk.

Jax: *leans forward, whispers in her ear* Would you like to
really
find out?

***

Jared and Tate in his car, making out in front of their houses...

Jared: Sometimes I wish we were still 12.

Tate: Why?

Jared: I could sleep in your room at night without getting my ass kicked.

Tate: Aw...*leans in, kisses his neck* But there are perks that come with maturity. You might not get to sleep over anymore, but we do make up for it with so many more fun things.

Jared: *snort* That’s not all I care about, you know?

Tate: *arches brow

Jared: Hey, I like getting you naked, but I don’t need that every day.

Tate: *cocks head, stares

Jared: You trying to piss me off?! *tickles Tate

Tate: *laughing* STOP! You’re so impatient. We have a room at Madoc’s. We get plenty of quality time.

Jared: It’s not about quality time, sex, or conversations....it’s just about having you close.

Tate: ...

Jared: I don’t know. I kind of miss you at night, I guess.

Tate: ...

Jared: *leans head back, sighs* Geezus, I suck.

Tate: No, you don’t.

Jared: *laughs* You have plans and an ambition. *looks at Tate* And I have you. I hold on to you too tightly.

Tate: *leans forehead into his* And don’t ever let me go.

Jared: Never.

Pounding on window....

Tate: Dad!

Mr. Brandt: *opens door* Tate, you’ve been out here for half an hour. More than enough time to say goodnight.

Tate: *climbs off Jared, scurries out door

Mr. Brandt: Jared, weekday curfew is 10 o’clock. Remember?

Jared: *climbs out of car* Mr. Brandt, we were right here. She was safe with me.

Mr. Brandt: *arches brow

Jared: *sighs* You’re right. I’m sorry I kept her out late.

Mr. Brandt: I trust you. And I trust my daughter.

Jared: Yes, sir.

Mr. Brandt: I have no doubt that you two love each other very much.

Tate: *blushes, looks away

Jared: *groans

Mr. Brandt: But I’m not stupid. I’m sure you two find time to do whatever it is you do together.

Jared: *closes eyes, seething

Tate: *covering face with hands

Mr. Brandt: I remind both of you that with today’s medical advances, there is absolutely no reason for a woman to find herself accidentally pregnant. You got that? Safety first.

Tate: Dad!!!!

Jared: *breathing hard

Mr. Brandt: I know I won’t have any reason to be angry for trusting you, right?

Jared: *glares

Mr. Brandt: I love you, Jared. I think of you as a son.

Jared: *glares

Mr. Brandt: But sometimes I feel a small urge to eat ice cream out of your skull.

Jared: *eyes widen* Yes, sir. Safety first.

Mr. Brandt: Good man.

After
Rival

Bonus Scenes

Jared and Tate Anniversary Scene

Jared held my hand, pulling me briskly down the sidewalk toward the ticket window. I pried my fingers out of his, nearly laughing at his urgency. What had gotten into him?

He’d been quiet since picking me up tonight, and every time I looked at him, it was like he was lost in thought.

And loving everything he was thinking.

He stopped at the window, narrowing his eyes up at the marquee. “Uh, two for…um…” He licked his lips, looking confused. “
Cinderella,
I guess.”

“Jared!” I burst out, trying not to laugh.

He looked at me, blinking, and then shook his head as if coming to his senses. “Shit! No.” He looked back to the cashier. “No, I mean
Furious 7.
”

My chest shook with laughter, and I watched him rub the back of his neck, looking nervous.

“Babe, what’s gotten into you?” I asked. “You seem almost excited, and you’re not a big fan of movies, so what’s up?”

“I like movies,” he retorted, leading me toward the doors.

“Jared,” I scolded as he opened the theater door for me, and I walked in. “You barely have the attention span to get through the trailers before you’re itching to move around.”

“I’m fine.” He followed behind, and I felt his hand on my behind before he leaned into my ear, whispering, “You’re just killing me in that skirt, is all.”

“Well, I didn’t have to wear it,” I pointed out. “It’s chilly, after all.”

He’d asked me to wear my pleated, black miniskirt, but he hadn’t just asked. No, he’d done the whole lean-into-me-bite-my-bottom-lip-and-make-my-clit-throb-like-it-was-on-its-own-damn-rollercoaster thing. And I’d melted. As usual.

He slipped an arm around my waist as we walked toward the concession stand. “And yet you gave into my special request,” he mused.

“It’s our anniversary,” I stated.

He leaned in, whispering, “And you’d do anything for me today, right?”

I smiled to myself, wondering why he was acting so playful. That wasn’t usually Jared’s style.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stopped, turning to stand in front of him. “You asked me to promise, and I did,” I maintained. “My present to you is that I am in your hands today,” I repeated his request, but then added, “As long as it’s not a threesome. With another woman, I mean. It can be another guy. You, me, and another guy,” I clarified, “but not another woman.”

His eyebrow shot up, and I glued my teeth together to keep from laughing.

I didn’t think it would make Jared as uncomfortable seeing another man touch me as it would for him to be naked in front of another guy. I had a hard time not busting up at the image of his disgusted face and a big, fat “Hell no!” before he’d grab me and leave the room.

I barely had time to recover from the amusement of teasing him before he grabbed my hand and pulled me past the concession stands.

“Wait,” I cried out. “I want snacks!”

But he wasn’t listening. He walked quickly across the lobby and straight into the mens’ bathroom, carrying me in tow.

“Jared!” I whisper-yelled. “I can’t be in here.”

He dove into one of the stalls, swinging me in behind him and slamming the door shut, locking it.

I breathed hard, feeling the skin on my chest heat up, and not sure if it was from the near jog we’d just done or the fear of being caught.

What the hell was he doing?

I sucked in a ragged breath. “Jare—”

But he cut me off, bringing a hand down over my mouth and pinning me up against the wall of the stall.

I stared at him wide-eyed, remembering a time not so long ago he had me pinned up against some lockers.

Only this time I didn’t feel threatened.

His rich, woodsy scent fell over me, and I looked up at him looking down on me, a hint of a smile on his face.

He removed his hand, taking a finger and placing it over his lips, signaling me to be quiet.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

And I stilled, suddenly feeling his hands slide under my skirt and his fingers hook my panties, pulling them down.

“Jar—”

But he brought his lips down on mine, shutting me up.

“Relax,” he breathed against my lips. “It’s not what you think. I got you a present.”

A present? What the…?

He’d already given me a pair of earrings, making me feel guilty for promising not to give him something, but he got me something else? Something that required me to take off my underwear?

He knelt down on one knee and slid my panties down my legs and waited for me to step out of them.

He stuffed them into his jacket pocket, and then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small box. I dropped my head, narrowing my eyes in curiosity as he opened it up and plucked out what appeared to be another set of panties. These were black and smaller, and I wondered what the hell was going on.

The other pair I had on were red and lacy. Very sexy. Why remove them to replace them with another pair and here of all places?

He didn’t look at me. Only held them up and let me step into them, one Chuck-clad foot after another. My skin tingled as the fabric snaked up my thighs, and Jared stood to raise them higher.

He darted out his thumb, brushing it against the sensitive skin between my legs, before pulling the panties up all the way.

I relaxed, brushing my skirt down to make sure the hem hadn’t gotten caught anywhere.

It was a thong, and I felt the wedge of the material between my skin. They weren’t particularly comfortable, and it seemed like something was different. More weight, maybe?

“Jared,” I whispered as low as possible, hearing another stall door open and close. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry.” He grinned. “I’m not into public sex. Well, not this public anyway,” he added. “Let’s go see a movie.”

What?

He pulled me out the door, and I forgot everything as we dashed out of the mens’ restroom, my only concern in not being seen.

He gripped my hand, and I practically had to jog to keep up.

“But why did you change my—”

“You promised,” he reminded me as if cutting off my argument.

Yes, I promised! But what the hell was going on?!

And that’s when I noticed something.

I narrowed my eyes, gluing my thighs together and rubbing slightly.

“Jared, I feel something.”

He pulled me into him, pinning our bodies together. “You’re damn right you do,” he teased, referring to the growing appendage in his jeans.

Yeah, that’s not what I meant.

“Jared,” I growled through my teeth.

“Let’s get snacks,” he chirped. “You want butter on the popcorn?”

I arched an eyebrow, but he only smirked and turned to the cashier.

“Large popcorn with butter and a large Cherry Coke,” he ordered for us and then turned to me. “Why don’t you get some napkins and straws?”

I shot him a look, telling him where he could stick his damn straws, but he just shook his head, laughing quietly.

“I love you.” His voice was thick with amusement. “But you promised.”

I rolled my eyes, not sure what he had planned, but I knew he was having fun.

So be it.

Turning around, I headed for the condiment stand and gathered some straws and napkins.

“Tate, is that you?”

I turned around, seeing Ben Jamison come up next to me, carrying a soda.