Page 8 of Only Ever Yours

It's my favorite kind of torture.

Haleigh slaps my ass as I rise. I give her a wink before I seductively make my way over to Jaydon, swaying my hips and dancing along to the beat of the music. He doesn’t realize what I’m about to do; he's mid-conversationwith one of the guys, and I’m on him before he has a chance to get up.

I start grinding, rubbing my thinly clothed ass directly over his dick. The jack must be hitting, because he casually leans back into his chair, puts one hand behind his head, and lets me put on a show. He’s all grins and lazy confidence, while the rest of the guys are laughing and cheering me on.

I bounce on him, slowly, teasing, and I feel it—the unmistakable length of him growing hard beneath me.

Fuck, I thought he hated me.

He shifts slightly to the side, then slyly reaches between us to adjust his shorts. He's trying to be discreet, but I don't miss it.

I laugh to myself.

Either he’s going to hate me even more, or I’ve just stirred up a monster that's just waiting to break free.

When I look up, I spot Haleigh sitting in her chair doubled over, laughing her ass off. She’s drunk as hell.

I yell to her, “Get your sexy ass over here and dance with me, Hales.” I’m still perched up on her brother’s lap, feeling his hardness beneath me.

I love knowing that I’m the cause of it.

Haleigh dances her way over towards me. So, I seductively dance my way off Jaydon’s lap and turn to back my ass against her. I start grinding on her, still hearing the guys laugh and mumble in the background, then I bendand bump my ass into her a little harder than I expected. Haleigh grabs onto me as we both lose our balance and go sideways, tripping over someone’s foot.

Haleigh lands in Ryan's lap with me on top of her, laughing uncontrollably.

I don’t even have the strength to get up right now; we both just lie there laughing our asses off. But I’m not there long before Jaydon gets up and pulls me off her. I easily go with him and lay my head on his shoulder when he sits back down.

He’s so comfortable.

I can vaguely hear people talking in the distance, but I feel like I’m about to pass out. Maybe I do… I’m not sure, then I hear Jaydon start talking.

“Ryan, you might have to help her inside. I would, but it looks like I’ve already got my hands full.” I know he’s talking about Haleigh and me. I giggle with my eyes closed, feeling like I'm floating on clouds and trying not to fall asleep.

Ryan responds, “Yeah, man… I’ve got her. Come on, Haleigh. I will help you get inside.”

Then I hear Haleigh shout, “Jay, you better take care of my best friend. You can put her in the spare bedroom.”

“I’ve got it under control, Hales… go to bed.” And his strong arms that are protectively wrapped around me tighten.

I lightly rub the back of his neck, feeling so comfortable in his arms.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Ellie?” his voice is gritty, almost strained.

I shrug, my eyes still closed. Just soaking up the warm feeling of him holding me.

“You feel good, Jay… you holding me feels… mmm, so good,” I say, barely above a whisper, but he still hears every word.

“I’m taking you to bed.” His arm goes under my knees and the other around my back, then he stands.

He carries me bridal style all the way inside, the warmth of his body pressing against me as he carefully treads the stairs. I’m lost in a haze, in the comfort of his arms, until he finally lowers me onto a bed.

Only then do I realize exactly where I am—the bed he put me on is his. My head spins at the realization.

He opens a drawer and pulls out a shirt. With a smirk on his face, he holds it out for me to take. “Here…” I sit up, in a fog, trying to process it all, and stare up at him.

He stares the entire length of my body before I glance down and do the same. “Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t sleep in this swimsuit.” My cheeks heat from embarrassment.

In my hazy head, I totally forgot I’m still wearing my skimpy bikini.

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