Page 13 of Only Ever Yours

I huff out a determined breath, straightening my back as if that might somehow brace me for whatever awkwardness is about to unfold. Tonight’s supposed to be about celebrating Haleigh—not getting caught up in the fucking mess I’ve got going on with Jaydon.

I whip up mixed drinks for Haleigh and me to take for the ride in the limo, then slip the rest of the bottle in my bag for backup. If I have to spend all evening with the man that could win the award for being the biggest asshole, then I’m damn well going to need to keep the drinks flowing.

Just as I hand Haleigh her drink, I spot Ryan about to walk into the side door.

Perfect timing.

I quickly excuse myself, knowing he’ll want a minute alone with Haleigh. I need to get this shit over with anyway.

With a deep breath, I walk outside with my head held high to face Jaydon. I brace myself, expecting his worst.

The moment my heels hit the last step, I glance up to him. He’s leaning against his truck, and his cocky grin spreads across his face. His eyes roam the entire length of my body, spending extra time on my curves, accentuated by my dress. My skin prickles, sending my hormones into overdrive.

“Don’t…” I raise my freshly manicured hand up to stop him before he can even open his arrogant mouth, “… don’t fucking start with me, Jaydon.”

His smirk only deepens. His dark eyes flicker with amusement while trying hard to hold back his laughter. “I’m not starting anything with you, Ellie.” His voice dips even lower when he questions, “But I do want to knowwhy you snuck out of my bed that morning. I could have gone another round.”

Heat surges up my neck, but I roll my eyes, cutting him off. “You’re disgusting.”

He pauses for a moment, trying to assess my mood.

Then, a low, knowing laugh escapes him. “Hmmm… it didn’t seem like you thought I was disgusting that night.” His head tilts, “Or maybe you just like having my dick in your mouth.” He shrugs.

Asshole.

I shift my body closer to him, lowering my voice. “Please. Just stop talking about it… You know someone could hear you,” I say, then peer back over my shoulder to make sure no one has come outside yet.

My heart is pounding out of my chest at the thought.

He crosses his arms over his chest. “What’s wrong? Don’t want your bestie to know how much you love sucking her brother’s dick?” He rubs his thumb and forefinger across his chin, his thick, muscular arms flexing with the movement.

Smug asshole.

He’s challenging me, trying to get me to react. I know the game he’s trying to play with my head. That smug, cocky swagger of his shining bright.

I roll my eyes at him while he just stands there, looking sexy as fuck in those fitted chinos and button-down,the sleeves rolled up, showcasing those powerful, veined forearms.

I’m an arm whore, and I’m not too ashamed to admit it either.

I could stare at his arms all fucking day; ink intertwined on the perfect canvas. His whole damn body is hard as fuck. He could pick me up with those massive arms, throw me onto his bed and ravish my body all fucking night long.

I’m lost in my head when I hear a throat clearing, snapping me out of my daze. He rubs his hand across his chin, staring into the depths of my soul. He knows he’s messing with my head and body—especially my body.

He knows I was fucking thinking about him.

Asshole.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Jaydon?” I snap, aggravated by the fact that he can read me so damn well.

His lips curve slightly before he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, his perfect teeth sinking into the soft flesh like he’s holding back. “I’m just trying to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to keep my hands to myself all night.” His eyes gaze down my body, lingering a little too long on my curves. “With you wearing that tiny scrap of material you call a dress…” His eyes darken, “You’re just begging to be fucked, sweetheart.”

My face heats, and my pulse beats wildly at his sultry words. His stare pierces into me, waiting to see myreaction to his admission. But it only fuels the fire of fury I have towards him.

I must admit, seeing him act like this does things to me. As much as I can’t stand him right now, he’s still fucking hot—a prick, but hot. And he knows it.

I slowly step closer to him, my luscious hips swaying in a way that I know will drive him wild. His hand twitches at his side, like he's fighting every instinct to reach out and touch me.

To own me.

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