Page 6 of Fight or Flight
And I’m not the only one who is.
Jace takes advantage of my distraction and slams me into the hardwood, then scrambles on top of me in a hold that has all four of my limbs pinned to the point I’m completely immobile.
“Well, hello there.” He smiles down at me and grinds his equally hard dick against mine. “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you enjoying having me on top of you?”
I’m too stunned—and mortified—to fight anymore and just lie under him as I try to will my dick to deflate.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Shaney.” He grinds down on me again, then lets go of my wrists and sits up so he’s straddling my hips, his ass pressing down on my dick. “You’re not the first guy to get a boner from having me on top, and you won’t be the last.”
He doesn’t resist as I push him off me, and I scramble away from him, tripping and falling a few times as I attempt to get to my feet.
Jace, on the other hand, is the epitome of grace as he climbs to his feet, a cocky grin on his face to match the anaconda he apparently has in his pants.
He glances at my cock, which is tenting the front of my pants. “Not bad,” he muses. “Someone’s definitely gifted in the dick department. Maybe you should let him out so we can become better acquainted.”
The lusty gleam in his eyes knocks me out of my stupor like a blast of cold water, and my flight instincts kick in as I spin on my heel and sprint away from him like the devil is on my ass.
“Good talk,” he calls, and his laughter is the last thing I hear before the stairwell door slams closed behind me.
1
JACE
“Is it just me,or could that meeting have been an email?” Jax, my twin brother, asks as he pushes open the door to our dorm room.
“Forget an email, that could have been a text.” Xave squeezes past Jax and hurries over to the couch in the seating area in the center of the room. “Claimed,” he announces as he flops down on it and kicks his leg up so it’s lying across the open cushions.
“Yeah, you can fuck off what that shit,” Killian says and stalks toward the couch.
“Not my fault you’re too slow to get the good seat.” Xave shoots him a cheeky smile. “Shoulda hustled your ass instead of getting distracted with sexting with the bf.”
“Oh yeah? Hustle this.” Killian grabs Xave’s ankle, but instead of yanking like Xave is obviously expecting, he wrenches Xave’s leg in a circle.
The move forces Xave to lean into the spin, and he tumbles off the couch and lands on the floor in a heap.
“Asshole,” Xave grumbles as Killian sits in his vacated spot.
“What’s that?” Killian cups his hand around his ear. “I can’t hear you from all the way down there.”
“Children,” Jax says to our cousins as he sits on the ridiculous settee across from the couch. “Do I need to separate you?”
“Separate this,” Xave flips both Killian and Jax off as he gets to his feet.
Jax rests his arm over the back of the settee and shoots Xave an unbothered half smile. Killian, on the other hand, takes advantage of Xave’s distraction and gives him a quick kick to the back of his knee.
Xave’s leg buckles, and he windmills his arms a few times to catch his balance so he doesn’t fall on his face.
“Gotta be careful with those knees, gramps,” Killian says casually as Xave shoots him a glare. “Old joints are a liability, you know.”
Xave is only a few years older than us, but hates being reminded that he’s the older one. So, like any good cousins, we fuck with him about his age every chance we get.
“Bite me,” Xave says, but there’s no real heat in his voice as he sits on the far cushion, leaving the middle one between them free.
This kind of horsing around is typical for them, and usually I’d be right there in the thick of things and instigating even more chaos, but I’m not in the mood tonight.
“I still don’t understand what the point of that meeting was,” Xave says, all traces of his early teasing gone. “Why bother telling us that something is going on and that we need to be extra vigilant, but then not tell us what’s actually going on? How are we supposed to watch out for something if we don’t even know what it is?”
“Yeah, this whole thing is weird,” Jax agrees. “It doesn’t make a lot of sense for them to warn us that something’s going on but not give any details about what it is.”
