Page 49 of This Is War: All's Fair Duet
“You did so good. I can’t wait to be with you so I can touch you.”
There’s a slight pause before she squeaks out, “I should get some sleep.”
“Yeah. We’ve got a long bus ride in the morning. See you tomorrow. I’ll text you when we’re back.”
“Okay, have a good night.”
Fucker gives her this smile I know is meant to melt off the panties he just dampened. “Night. Oh, and Rya? That was sexy as fuck.” Outwardly, for her, he’s the picture of calm, shooting her a wink before hanging up the phone. A second later, though, he chucks it off the bed, where it lands on the carpeting with a soft thud. Twin pools of night stare at me.
I’m not going to be the one to back down. Things have already escalated this far, and if he wants to play a game of chicken with me, I’m more than happy to oblige. I guarantee he’ll be the first to crack. He brought this on both ofus. Tightening my grip, I jack myself, arching a brow at him as I tip my head to the side. “Did you think this through before whipping it out?”
Jaxon eyes me, propped against the pillows and fisting his dick one second, and in the next, he’s launched himself across the bed. I’m caught off guard, and he uses that to his full advantage. He somehow manages to grab my biceps and twist us around. My back hits the mattress, and a gasp is expelled from my lungs.
Pinned to the bed with him straddled over me, I attempt to knock him off balance, but I can’t get a good angle. He blocks, then uses both legs to hold mine down.
The state of our undress hasn’t been forgotten, not by me. Him with boxer briefs below his ass, dick jutting out, harder than steel. Me, buck naked … and totally turned on, even though I shouldn’t be. Through his mask of rage, I can’t quite tell what he makes of the position he’s put us in. Smirking up into his face, I struggle to free my arms. I’m definitely stronger than he gave me credit for because he loses his hold on me more than once.
As we wrestle for dominance, grunts falling from our lips, his erection brushes my abs, my upper thigh, and my dick. It’s hot and hard, and I groan at the sensation, twisting under him as he forces my arms higher over my head.
Does he realize he’s practically lying on top of me?Withevery graze of his skin over mine, I bite back a moan that threatens to fall from my lips. I don’t want to be turned-on by this jackass’s antics, but it’s hard not to be.
His eyes pierce mine, full of hate and distrust. “Fuck you, motherfucker,” he bites out.
“Fuck me? I’m not the one holding you down.” I shake my head, a wry grin working its way onto my lips right before I growl, “Get the fuck off me,” and buck against him. In a bid to break free, I ram my elbows downward in a savage jerking motion. In response, he slams my arms right back onto the mattress and, whether it’s on purpose or not, I have no idea, but he drops his full weight onto me to keep me in place. I suck in a breath at the skin-on-skin contact, my heart slamming around as it attempts to punch a hole through my rib cage. His body is hard, all finely hewn muscle that has liquid fire flowing through my veins.
There’s a startled storm raging in his eyes, confused fury slashing in them like a torrent of rain hammering the earth. His chest jerks with each labored rise and fall, then suddenly our lips collide as he grinds his pelvis against mine. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, pulling roughly, and when his tongue plunges into my mouth, it brings the metallic taste of my own blood with it.
It’s too much for me to take in, the shock of him rubbing his body on mine, the savagery he kisses with,and, most of all, the crazed look in his eye. He’s all man, the woodsy scent of the soap he just used combining with fresh, clean sweat. It’s fucking intoxicating, and I hate myself for loving it. Hate myself for wanting him the way I do.
This is a ruinous, fierce game we’re playing, but for whatever reason, I allow the insanity of the moment to spark within me, then flare to life, dangerous and bright. As a child, I used to like playing with fire, edging my fingers closer and closer to the unyielding heat. If there’s one thing I finally learned, it’s this—flames are beautifully enticing but not always worth the pain that follows.
Somehow, I know deep down that whatever is happening here is going to really fucking hurt at some point. But even as those thoughts hurtle through my mind, I can’t stop whatever this thing is that rages between us, because it simply feels way too fucking good.
We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t want every filthy second of this power struggle—because it’s clear that’s what this is. He’s trying to show me that he can bend me to his will.
I blink, breathing hard under him as he continues to grind against my dick. “What the fuck are you doing?” I heave out, hate warring with passion as white heat flashes through me. He bites at my neck, then finally lets go of my wrists only to grasp my hair with both hands and slam hismouth back onto mine. His tongue shoves into my mouth, wickedly stroking. I feel his pent-up fury with every lash and bite and suck. My stepbrother. My nemesis. My tormentor.
“Fuck you,” I gasp in between reckless, dirty kisses.
“No, fuck. You,” Jaxon growls. And despite our words, our bodies slide together like a well-oiled machine, taking, taking, taking as my legs shake with the effort to stall the inevitable. He’s relentless—his hot, hard body, all those muscles.Fuck!There’s simply no way to control my orgasm as it barrels closer. My head is a twisted-up, disoriented place as I come hard, panting and staring at the ceiling and wondering how the fuck we got here.
Jaxon groans, tearing his lips from mine. He shifts until his hot breath cascades down my neck with every exhalation and goose bumps rise on my skin. In my ear, he rasps, “You’re going to learn something, Logan. I. Always. Fucking. Win.” He punctuates those last four words with a snap of his hips, then with a bitter shout, cum spurts rhythmically from him, coating my stomach with his animosity.
27
RYA
What have I done,what have I done, what have I done?I’m a mixed-up mess, my life a catastrophe of my own making.
“Rya, you’ve hardly eaten in days. It’s not a wonder your dance is suffering. We should get breakfast before we head back to the dorm.” I hear Hazel, but I’m so stuck in my head, I’m having difficulty pulling myself out of it. She’s right. Audition practice this morning sucked. I’d dragged myself sluggishly through until the hour was up. She puts a hand on my arm, and her chilly fingers grip at my skin. But it’s only after she yanks us to a stop and gets right into my face that she gains my attention. “What’swrong?”
What’s wrong?Anxiety has my problems running on anunending loop through my tortured mind.Oh, I don’t know, a shrill voice in my head cries out.Could it be that someone broke into our room and ruined half our belongings? Or… wait,the voice quips.Could it possibly be that I finally had a chance with Logan, only to have the experience soured by what Hazel suggested to me an hour after the best night of my life? Could be.My stomach has been twisted into uncomfortable knots ever since.Or maybe it’s the niggling guilt over Jaxon not having a clue that I had sex with Logan… and Logan not knowing about the video call with Jaxon…
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
“Rya! What the fuck?” I jolt back to awareness of my surroundings once again to find an exasperated Hazel staring at me as if I’ve got three heads and a couple extra pairs of eyeballs. I blink at her as I slowly bring a hand to my forehead to rub at it.
She’s probablysoglad I asked her to come with me to take a look at what I’m planning for the auditions. I roll my eyes at the sarcasm dripping from the thoughts inside my head.
