Page 15 of Amor Prohibido

I scoffed. “I’m a grown-ass woman; of course I am.”

“Good girl, J.”

His fingers trailed over the swell of my hip and found their way between my thighs. I opened my knees readily for him and moaned when he gently pushed into my sensitive flesh.

“Because I haven’t finished with you yet, sweetheart.”

FIVE

JAX

The instant I woke, an angry headache split my skull in two. My room overflowed with heady cologne mixed with the stench of stale alcohol. I groaned through the hangover and began to roll over, only to freeze when fingertips flexed against my pussy.

My eyes flared wide, and I inhaled a shaky breath. When the memories from last night cascaded into place, I felt the blood drain from my already lightheaded face.

Oh fuck!

Judging by the lack of movement beside me, I assumed he was still asleep, but that didn’t calm my racing pulse one bit.

I said a silent prayer for the guy not to be Jace, then cracked open one gritty eyelid and slowly lifted the blankets. Peering beneath the covers, my heart sank.

“¡Mierda!”

I chastised myself for being so fucking stupid. Sleeping with Jason Malone, seven years older than me and my big brother’s best friend, was a crazy-stupid mistake.

Being a sucker for punishment, I peeked again.

Face nestled in my boobs as if that space was made for him, he breathed tiny snores into my cleavage. His body nested along the length of mine, meeting my angles with ease.

I whispered another curse when my stomach flipped and turned on itself. I waited a second before rushing from the bed. Sprinting for the bathroom and falling to my knees in front of the toilet added another block of regret to last night.

I wiped my mouth clean after purging the stale alcohol and sat back on my heels. My head pounded and my gut refused to settle.

The nausea was made infinitely worse by waking with Jace naked beside me. There was simply no coming back from fucking your brother’s best friend, who was also practically your brother. To add salt to my already raw wounds, I arrived back at my room to find the empty bed still warm from his body heat.

Resentment and indignation crept through my entire body. Each elevated breath came loud and sharp as I glared at my vacant, rumpled sheets.

I felt used.Furious.Ashamed for falling for the oldest trick in the book, and with Jace of all people. Within the space of five minutes, I’d fallen from sex goddess to cheap and disposable. The part that stung the most? Him hightailing it while I was on my knees throwing up.

Ignoring the flashbacks that assaulted my memory, I threw myself face-first onto the sex-soiled sheets. Rolling onto my back and pulling the blankets up to my chin, I then slammed back onto my stomach and buried my slutty self under the pillow to sleep off my hangover,alone. I would regret my actions some more after I found the needed energy.

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“Rise and shine, J-dogg. We’ve bought your sorry ass some hangover food.”

Lozza jumped over me and landed on the empty side of the bed with anoomph.She hadwaytoo much energy and enthusiasm for someone who got wasted last night. Though, knowing from experience, her liver processed alcohol much better than my crappy one did. It would take me another day to fully recover. In the meantime, I was nauseous, I was tired, and I was bitchy.

“Fuck off,” I grumbled and threw out an arm in a lame attempt to slap her off my bed.

“Mmmyeah, not gonna happen. C’mon, it’s your fave. A big ol’ cow burger with extra bacon. And chips. Aaaand a vanilla milkshake,” she sing-songed.

I raised my head and studied her through one squinted eye. She grinned while wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

“You’re creepy as fuck.” I couldn’t help but laugh, which morphed into a groan as my nausea made itself known again.

“C’mon, smelly cat, up you get. Or we can bring it in here?”

“Is Marc here too?”

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