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“Since when do you care what I want?” I ask him, searching his eyes for some clue of what he is feeling.

“I care about what you want as long as it doesn’t interfere with what I want," he states.

“That’s bullshit,” I scoff. “How would putting yourself in danger not interfere?”

“I knew it would make you happy," he says, his blue eyes darkening. I roll my eyes at him and look away, but he grabs my chin, turning me back to face him. “Did it make you happy?”

“Yes it did, but I still don’t understand you,” I say, perplexed. “I’m not sure I ever will. Do you care about me, Jamison, or am I just another chess piece on your board?”

He looks away from me, his jaw tense. How the hell am I ever going to get inside this enigma of a man’s head? I move to get off of his lap, but he tightens his grip on me. I grab both of his hands with mine and gently move them off of me. I can tell he doesn’t want to let go, but he doesn’t realize I’m not going anywhere. Sliding to the ground between his legs, I place both of my hands on his thighs and look up at him. His gaze snaps to mine, his pupils completely blown. If I need to be below him in order to get him to open up to me, then that’s what I’ll fucking do. He leans forward, his hand gripping my chin.

“You’re not a game. I…I do care." He scrunches his brows up in confusion, like he’s trying to think of what he wants to say. I’ve never seen him look this perplexed before. It makes me feel powerful, that this man, a God in his own right, is suddenly flustered by me.

“I don’t want you to leave. If I can keep you forever, I will," he says with conviction.

My heart flutters in my chest. It wasn’t a love letter, but it was the closest thing I think I might ever get from him. Inside, I’m doing the happy dance, but on the outside, my eyes zero in on the bulge in his pants. The bulge that is currently eye level with me. I go to tug on his joggers, when he grips my hand to stop me. His gaze penetrates mine like he’s searching for something. At first I’m confused, but then it hits me.

“I want to,” I say, biting my lip. “Let me show you how grateful I am for what you did for my friend.” Relief flickers over him so quickly, you wouldn’t know it was there if you weren’t looking at him in that split second. He nods his head yes, and lifts his butt from the chair, allowing me to pull his joggers down. His dick springs free, already at full mast, a bead of pre-cum on the tip. I lean over and lick it before wrapping my lips over the head and sucking in. He groans in response before sliding his fingers over my head and pulling the scrunchy from my hair. My hair falls down, cascading over my shoulders, and he runs his fingers through it before holding it to the back of my head and gripping it tightly.

“Fuck, Kitten," he groans out as he uses his hands to set my pace. I hollow my cheeks out and relax my throat, allowing him to use my mouth the way I know he likes. “Such a perfect little slut for me.” I moan out around him as wetness pools between my thighs. His dirty words do things to me I never thought they would. He pulls my mouth from him and lifts me quickly, pulling my shorts down, and discarding them on the floor. Before I know what’s happening, he has me straddling him on the chair, his cock sinking deep inside me. He thrusts into me hard, hitting that sweet spot inside.

“Jamison, fuck, I’m going to come already,” I moan out as I hold on for the ride and he thrusts into me from below. Thebuild up is fast and before I know it, I’m clenching around him, coming undone. He continues to thrust into me while I ride out my orgasm. I’m completely in the throes of passion, my head hanging back, when I turn slightly and my eyes lock onto a pair of bright blue ones.

“Jonathan?” I say, when I see him standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His eyes look heated and I can’t tell if he’s angry or not. I mean, I know we’ve had a few encounters all together but we haven't officially discussed what this all means, especially after the incident at The Vault. Jonathan stalks over to me and leans down, his mouth connecting with mine in a brutal kiss, while Jamison leisurely thrusts himself inside me and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

“That was so fucking sexy to watch, Pretty Girl. I might need to jack off a few times in a row after that sight.” He goes to turn away, but I grab his hand.

“You can stay,” I say, looking to Jamison for confirmation. He nods yes.

“Tempting,” Jonathan says, looking at me with lust, “but I think I’ll sit this one out.”

“Are you sure?” Jamison asks as Jonathan makes it to the door. There’s a hint of concern in his voice and maybe a little confusion at our offer being declined.

Jonathan smiles at him. “I’m positive, brother. I think you both need this, tonight.” He walks out, shutting the door behind him.

Jamison stands and grabs my ass to hold me up. His dick is still inside me as he walks us over to his bed and lays me down. He continues to thrust himself deep inside me, building me up again. He hooks one of my legs up over my shoulder, the angle heightening all of my senses. This time my orgasm sneaks up on me. I explode just as he does, his body tensing up as he seatshimself fully inside me. He pulls out of me and sits back on his knees, watching with heated eyes as his cum drips out.

“Beautiful.” I don’t know why, but his words make me blush. There’s something different about this experience tonight. Maybe something gentler…less punishing? I’m not sure what it is, but I’m not complaining.

“What are you doing?” I ask, wide eyed, as he yanks me to the edge of his bed and sinks down onto his knees between my legs. His breath is warm on my core and I’m already so sensitive. This feels more intimate. He’s never done this with me before. Those nervous thoughts have me closing my legs without realizing it.

“Stop," he growls out, forcing my legs back open. “If I get to keep you, I keep all of you. You don’t get to hide any part of yourself from me, Kitten.” He pushes two fingers inside me, along with the cum that dripped out, before sinking his mouth down to feast. And oh my god, does he do just that. He licks and sucks me, making me squirm beneath him. I can feel the heat growing deep inside as he pays special attention to my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I was already so sensitive, but the thought of Jamison on his knees for me, lights me up from the inside. My orgasm explodes, causing me to pull his hair to keep him right where I want him as I ride it out. My thighs close around his head, holding him in a vice, yet his mouth continues its onslaught. Before I know it, my legs fall apart and I’m breathing hard, trying to push him away.

“No more,” I say weakly as he licks and nibbles his way up my body. He grabs me, pulling my back to his front and the blankets up over us both.

“Fucking, perfect," he whispers, holding me tightly to him. I’m so tired I don't even have the mindset to question the fact that I’m about to fall asleep in Jamison’s bed with his arms wrapped around me.

Chapter 36

Jonathan

I wake with a groan when I try to roll over and my very hard dick gets in the way.

‘Fuck,’ I think to myself as I roll out of bed and grip my length through my briefs. I can practically feel it pulsing, begging me for relief. Making my way to my bathroom, I turn the shower on before stripping down. My dick is hard and angry looking. It's also chaffed. I may have jerked off one too many times last night after walking in on my brother fucking Kaz. I might have even done it while standing outside of his bedroom door and listening to their moans like a fucking creeper. I’m not even sorry about it either. I step into the shower and pour some body wash onto myself before gripping my length firmly and tugging. Memories of Kaz riding him, her head thrown back in pleasure while she came all over his dick, resurface. She looked so fucking perfect, her body flushed from the intensity of her orgasm. The look in her eyes when I knew she wanted me to stay and oh how I wanted to, but I knew they needed that. They needed that moment together, just the two of them.

“Fuck, fuck,” I grit out as my orgasm slams into me and my cum coats the shower wall. That was fast. I quickly clean up, before exiting the shower. The apartment is quiet as I throw on a pair of joggers and grab a t-shirt. I’m slipping it on over my head as I walk out of my bedroom when I notice Jamison sitting outon our balcony by himself. As I walk closer, I notice he doesn’t have his phone or even a computer with him. Definitely not normal for him.

“Brother?” I ask, as I slide the balcony door open and step out. He’s got a far away look in his eyes, like he’s thinking intensely. “Brother,” I repeat, pulling a chair out next to him, “are you okay?”

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