Page 17 of This Is Love
I make quick work of it, and Jaxon exits the room, so I take a second to take care of business. While I’m washing my hands, I study myself in the mirror. Every time I think the situation we’ve found ourselves in couldn’t possibly get more twisted, it does. I run a hand along the stubble on my jawline. Weird to coexist in a space with Jaxon again, not that we really did when we were younger. We had rooms in separate wings of his dad’s big house. Maybe if we’d been forced to do more together back then, this animosity between us wouldn’t be rearing its ugly head now.
Or maybe we’d have already killed each other. The latter seems like a distinct possibility.
I huff out a breath. Can’t think about it right now. We need to talk about certain matters that are far more pressing. Poking my head around the corner, I find Jaxon tossing some stuff in his duffel bag. Fuck. We don’t have much time before we have to leave. “Can we talk for a sec?” I beckon to him with a quick gesture of my hand.
He cocks his head to the side, raising a brow, but rises from his crouched position to join me. Stepping into the bathroom, he throws his arms out from his sides in a gesture that screamsWhat now, dickweed?
I roll my eyes because I hear the sentiment of his body language loud and clear. Eyeing him, perturbed, I work my jaw to the side as I mutter, “Good morning to you, too, asshat. Back to your usual self, huh?”
“Whatever. The fuck do you want, now? We’re gonna be late.” His dark eyes bore into mine, a hint of a challenge there.
So much for me thinking that him acting like a fucking human being for slivers of time in the last twelve hours meant a damn thing. “Don’t you think we need to figure out what the hell to tell Rya?” I grit out in a low voice. “She’s gonna ask about the fucking Tri-Beta party again.”
He shrugs, his brows darting together. “We already admitted to completing Trip’s task to a fucking room full of people. They can think what they want. She’ll hear about it soon enough.”
“Those were drunk people. People who thoughtyouwere fucking with me. And probably them. They might laugh and talk about it. ‘Oh, you’ll never guess the hilarity that went on when Jaxon and Logan stumbled outta the closet. Jaxon, that joker, he said his stepbrother sucked him off for a quick buck. Dude doesn’t care. He’s a fucking god.’Either way,theyaren’t Rya. They aren’t important. She is.” I squint at him.
“Glad to know you think I’m a god.” He smirks, jutting his chin. “I’m not fucking bringing it up with her. It meant nothing.” His eyes shift slightly, and I imagine he’s considering what she’ll actually think.
My heart pounds steadily in my chest.This asshole. “You might hate my guts, but I don’t fucking buy that you don’t care about her. You might be able to flip your bastard button on and off at will, but you don’t fool me. You were genuinely worried for her. I fucking saw it in your eyes. You were in fucking agony.”
“If you feel so goddamn strongly about it, you tell her. You’re supposedly her best friend and you’ve been flat-out lying to her all this time. How do you think that’s going to make her feel?Oughta go over about as well as a bucket of farts.” Both his words and the chuckle that trips from his lips are way too fucking loud.
“Lower your voice. You’re gonna fucking wake her up.” My jaw sets as I grimace at the smug expression on his face. It’s a toss-up whether I’m angrier that he wants to keep it quiet or that he’s right about what her response will be. I risk smashing my relationship with Rya to smithereens. Sticky sweat gathers on my lower back, and my stomach gurgles in discomfort as the reality of the hell I’ve brought on myself sinks in.
A smirk twitches Jaxon’s lips as he loudly states the truth. “You’re scared to tell her.” He’s got my number, but it’s the mad twinkle in his eye that throws me right over the edge.
I lunge forward, hauling him closer to give him a good shake. With my face only inches from his, I hiss, “Shut the fuck up or I will fucking make you.”
He seems to think this is funny, and his lips quirk. “Make me? Go ahead. What’re you gonna do?”
With lightning speed, I grasp him firmly, one hand at his neck, the other on his shoulder. The grunt that tears from me as I shove him downward seems to catch him off guard. On the way to his knees, his features morph quickly from asshole arrogance to stunned surprise. He hadn’t been expecting it, that’s for fucking sure. He hits the tiles, and I grip his neck, my fingers digging in involuntarily as my thumb presses on his Adam’s apple. He doesn’t budge an inch from the spot he finds himself in, and I nod in approval. “Now, take this fucking dick like a good boy.”
On autopilot, I allow my anger with him to spill as I shove my joggers down and pull out my already-hard cock.
His dark eyes flash with insolent rebellion, but I yank him forward, nudging his lips with the head of my dick. Ever so slowly, he unlocks his jaw, bringing my erection between his lips. The moment he does, I thrust into his mouth and hit theback of his throat. To my surprise, he doesn’t gag at all, his cheeks hollowing with such sweet fucking suction, it sends sharp zings of pleasure down my spine.
“Fuuuck.” I relax my hold on his throat, sliding my hand to grip the back of his neck. Groaning, I allow my hips to rock, my head dizzy with the need to put my stepbrother in his place—to prove to him there’s definitely something going on between us, no matter if he wants to admit it or not.
He may want to hide what we’re doing from Rya, but he’s sure as fuck not going to lie about it to my face. Lips parting, I watch his every movement and block everything else out that’s screaming through my head. For just a few seconds, all I want to think about is this fucking madness.
My body is rigid as I rock into his mouth, desperate for him to keep going. But he doesn’t seem to mind. No idea what’s in his head, either, as he lets out a deep, guttural groan that has me coming apart at the seams. Heat flashes through me with the wicked way he’s using his mouth—everything from those sinful lips to a very talented tongue.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I groan, followed immediately by an astonished grunt prompted by how quickly he’s getting me off. My muscles clench, and tension coils in my abdomen. I gasp, my head hazy with the jolt of lust firing through my system. “Goddammit. Fuck. Jax!” His name rips from my lips on an angry shout as the impending orgasm barrels toward me.
10
RYA
My eyes pop open.What was that noise? It registers slowly that I’m in Jaxon’s room—I’ve woken up here several times now, so at least that doesn’t throw me. But my mouth is dry and my head is pounding, and those things are only trumped by the unsettling wash of memories that slide through my head. A breath heaves from me. I can’t right now. Where are Jaxon and Logan? I rub my eyes, wondering if they left for the field without waking me.
Brow pinching at the low, muttered curses coming from the bathroom, I scoot to the edge of the bed and plant my feet on the floor. There’s definitely some dizziness still happening, and when I stand, the unsteady feeling that rolls through me has me gasping aloud. I take several measured breaths before I try to walk and end up grabbing onto the freestanding closet, then running my hand along the wall as I turn the corner.
“You fucking asshole.”
Logan’s heated, strained words come right through the door. My eyes widen. What the hell.Tell me they aren’t arguing in there.Again. Worried, I bite my lip, then raise a shaking hand to the partially open door.
“Come on, fucker.”Jaxon.
