Page 10 of Ashton

The only spot I can think of heading to is the pool. Being in the water is calming, and I can’t wait until tomorrow for practice. The pool is empty when I walk into the center. The chlorine fills my nose, bringing back familiar memories—some good and some I want to bury. Especially with Cam and Liam, those assholes need to pay.

I step into the locker room; the peacefulness of being here is welcoming. Opening my locker, I find my black Speedo waiting for me. Grovedale loved their blue briefs, but the black will forever be my favorite. Stepping to the pool’s edge, I watch the water stand still.

Slicing through the water, it soothes me. With each stroke, my mind calms down. I’m not sure how many laps I end up doing, but when I grip the edge of the pool, Atticus is there.

“Ash. Where’s your head at?” He never takes his eyes off me. He was probably wondering if I was about to drown myself.

“Between my shoulders, don’t worry. I’m fine.” I pull myself out of the pool, grabbing the towel off the benches. “Trust me, Ace. I’m not going to off myself.”

“It’s almost been two years.” His voice was nothing but a whisper.

I wrap the towel around my waist, facing him. “Yes, thank you. I’m aware of the night some bitch raped me.”

I storm off toward the locker room, and he doesn’t need to remind me constantly. I know I’m the damaged twin; I let some college girl spike my drink and take advantage of me. Thanks. I got the memo two years ago when I woke up with my pants around my ankles and couldn’t remember anything. It wasn’t hard to figure it out when the chick was still lying beside me.

Pushing those memories deep again, I get dressed. I don’t want to think that was the point of coming here tonight.

Fuck Atticus and his big mouth.

Chapter five

Jinx

Last night was a whirlwind. I let my emotions get in the way. I never should have letUnknownget a reaction out of me. He doesn’t deserve that. The only response he deserves is anger. I’ll rain down on him next time. Fuck him.

I quietly get out of bed, trying not to wake Maddox, and make my way to the small kitchen. Edgar doesn’t waste any time hopping over and squawking.

“Yeah, I got it.” I’m confident the little fucker is healed, but he’s milking it. He’s only staying behind because of all the treats he gets. I open his treat jar, and he hops on the table.

“Gwah.”

“Don’tyou start, or I’ll kick you out.” I drop Edgar’s treat on the table, and when I turn around, I bump into a hard, naked chest.

“You wouldn’t kick my bud out over a treat, would you, baby?” Maddox tips my chin up. His lips curl with a smirk.

I pat his cheek. “Listen here. He’s giving me a hard time.”

“Don’t be dramatic. Edgar is wounded.” He lays his hand on the table, and Edgar steps inside his palm. What a little trader.

“You two can have your bro time. I’m getting dressed. I have an early class.” I leave, letting them enjoy their time. One thing I hate about morning classes is they are too early. I enjoy sleeping in. Opening my dresser drawer, I pull out a pair of black lace underwear and a matching bra. Stripping off my sleep set, a deep groan comes from the doorway.

“God, Jinx. You could bring me to my knees, and I wouldn’t complain.”

Goosebumps work down my body as Maddox pushes off the doorframe. My nipples draw tight the closer he gets. The way Maddox looks at me reminds me that nothing else matters. It’s only him and I, and nothing will come between that.

He reaches out, dragging his hand down my arm until his fingers tangle with mine, making me drop my bra andunderwear on the floor. His hazel eyes burned into mine, and with a slit tug, my body pressed against his. I wrap my arms around his waist and the muscles in his back flex under my fingertips.

“Jinx, I need you, please.”

I work my hands up his back, tilting my head back, and he stares at me. “You have me, Maddox. I’m all yours.”

“Good, now open your legs for me. Let me feel that wet pussy again.”

I slowly spread my legs, waiting for him. Fuck the early class. I don’t need business management, anyway. Maddox drags his finger along my collarbone, never taking his eyes off mine. I need him to go faster, I won’t be able to control myself.

I go to move my hand from his neck, and he stops. “Move your hands, and this is over.”

All I can do is nod, curling my fingers into his hair. Threading them deeper, I wait patiently for him to move; each passing second feels like a lifetime.

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