Page 52 of Treacherous
My body throbs, begging for another release. Everything is so sensitive, though, as soon as he circles my clit, I come again.
“Fuck, Sweetheart. Your cunt is addicting,” he says, groaning into my ear. “Are you nearly there? I’m about to come.”
I nod, quiet sobs falling from my lips as I let myself fall victim to the fire inside me. Jayden's grunts travel to my ear, and I can’t help but run my hand over his back, digging my nails into his shoulder blades. His body tenses, and I feel his cock jerk inside me.
Eventually, Jayden’s thrusts grow slower, his breath dancing across my neck. He pulls out and rolls off me. Jayden takes the condom off, carefully tying it before throwing it in the bin beside his bed. The room is silent, except for our ragged breaths.
My brain is going one hundred miles an hour as I process what just happened. I slept with the one person I told myself I never would, and more importantly, I fucked my best friend’s brother. Fuck. I’m a terrible friend.
He turns toward me. “Having regrets already?”
I laugh. “Nah, just thinking about your sister and how this probably makes me a terrible friend.”
Jayden blanches. “Please don’t bring Jazmine up when we are both naked. Besides, she doesn’t have a say in it. We’re consenting adults and that’s that.”
I roll my eyes, jumping when he touches my throat.
“The pressure wasn’t too much, was it? I was blinded by rage and trying not to blow my fucking load too quickly.”
I laugh. “It’s fine. I liked it.”
Jayden’s fingers continue to graze my skin, and my stomach drops. Usually, my no-kissing rule prevents emotional intimacy, but as he touches me, it feels as if he is reaching for my heart.
I fucking hate that I love it.
I clear my throat. “I think we should keep it between us for now. I know most boys on the team will figure it out eventually, but until then it’s a secret.”
Jayden’s jaw tenses, but he nods, nonetheless.
“Also, we’re exclusive. No fucking, kissing, or dating anyone else. If you find someone you want to go out with, tell me and we'll call it off.”
“Agreed. What about you?”
I glare at him. “It applies to me, too, but I don’t date anymore.”
Jayden’s face softens. Shit.Please don’t ask.I repeat this mantra until he replies.
“Neither do I.”
He doesn’t date? To be honest, I haven’t seen himdateanyone since Allison. But if I were driving when my partner got killed in a car accident, I wouldn’t want to date anyone either.
I clear my throat. “Great, so we’re in agreement?”
“Yes,”
I sigh before leaning down to my armpit. “Jesus, I stink. I need a shower,”
I was already sweating from the training session, now I'm dripping in the scent of sex. I try to climb from the bed, but Jayden stops me. “I’m coming,”
I scoff. “No, you’re not.”
Jayden glares. “That’s not how this works. If we are doing this, you let me provide proper aftercare. I know we are usually at each other’s throats, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be cared for.”
My heart leaps. Jayden wants to take care of me? I need to lock these feelings in a cage, where they will never be found.
“Fine,”
We sneak into my room, utilising the shower in there. He doesn’t spare a single thing.
