Page 32 of When love and Hate Collide

“You know Oscar?”

“Yes, I know him.” I reply cagily, “I assume you know him, too?”

“I do,” he murmurs, inching into my space. The hoarse rumble of his voice combined with the scent of his aftershave constricts the air in my lungs when it surrounds me.

Sweet lord, he smells too good.

My knees wobble when I feel his hot breath lingering against my lips. “I honestly don’t care why you’re here. I’m just thrilled you are,” he drawls, brushing the back of his fingers along my jaw. “My night just got a whole lot better.”

“Wait,” I whisper, placing my hands against his burly chest when he leans in to close the space between our mouths. “We can’t do that here, my siblings and friends are all out there, someone will see us.”

He draws back slightly, his brows furrowing while he stares probingly into my eyes. “So?”

“So? What do you meanso?” I intone quietly, “Did you miss the part where I said my siblings are here? That includes my, at times unhinged, overly protective brother who will have absolutely no qualms about permanently carving the shape of his fist in your pretty face for touching his baby sister.” A slow wily smile appears on his face and he lowers his head so our eyes are almost parallel.

“Do I look concerned?” he drawls unflappably while he lightly drags his fingers down the side of my neck. I suck in slow unsteady breaths to alleviate the sudden spike of my pulse. The warmth of his touch fluently reawakens the desire burning deep in my belly since our little rendezvous earlier in the afternoon.

“No,” I whisper back, holding his heated gaze fixedly. “You absolutely do not and that’s what’s worrying me.”

“Allow me to help ease your worries then, baby girl,” he speaks to me in a slow and suggestive manner that progressively moistens my panties. “If I need to take a punch to the face for a taste of your lips, so be it.” Before I could even muster up a response, he sweeps down and claims my lips with a tender toe-curling kiss. My ears pick up on footsteps approaching and I go to pull away, but he curls his fingers at the nape of my neck and deepens the kiss with a deep throaty moan making me forget all about whomever it is that’s approaching.

When we pull apart, my entire body is wracked with tingles, especially when he bows his head and he starts kissing and sucking at my neck. I start to feel a little unsteady on my feet when his hand disappears under my dress and his thumb traces teasing circles on the inside of my thigh. “Oh, shit, we should… s-stop,” I moan, biting down on my lip. “Ahh,” I gasp when he strokes me through the lace of my underwear.

“You want to stop, baby?” he groans while he nips at my bottom lip. “How do you expect me to stop when you’re rubbing that delectable pussy against my fingers like a hungry little slut?”

“I—fuck.” I moan, snaking my arms around his neck and pulling him closer against me leaving no space between us at all.

Foreheads pressed together he continues to stroke my swollen nub making me writhe against him. “Oh fuck, you want that orgasm don’t you, Angel? He hisses, applying a little more pressure as he strokes me. “Look at you, you want it bad, don’t you?” I absolutely do want it. In fact, I’m dying for it, but I’m incapable of stringing two words together let alone tell him to stop or care who sees us.

“Ohhh,” I whimper quietly, my hips roll and buck demanding more friction as I grind my pussy against his fingers. My groin tightens and that liquid heat surges through me. I suck in a sharp breath before he clamps a hand over my mouth as I reach that enchanting peak, my nerves bunch together and I tense.

“Yes, there it is, come on baby, give it to me,” he growls, the fervid need that laces his tone drives me over the edge and I explode, quaking in his arms as I ride out my third orgasm that day. “Oh, fuck yeah, that’s my good girl.” I slump against him as I start to come down and he removes his hand where it’s clamped down over my mouth and he kisses me.

“Jeyla?” I rip my lips away from his when I hear Ashlyn calling for me. We’re both panting heavy to catch our breaths.

“Shit,” I curse and go to pull away from him, but he steps back rather abruptly, and I look up at him quizzically.

“Jeyla?” he intones, eyes flaring while he stands stock still staring at me with his jaw set tight. I frown, noticing the sudden change in his demeanour. “Your name isJeyla?” I nod affirmative, blinking up at him in bewilderment, not liking the bite in his tone. “Please, don’t tell me your last name isJenkins?”

The way my name rolls off his tongue almost as if it’s saturated with a deadly poison makes me wince inwardly. Wait a bloody minute. How the hell does he know my last name? “It is,” I answer cagily, “How did you…”

He starts to laugh but it’s not one of amusement. “This is some fucked up prank, isn’t it? Ash put you up to this to screw with me. Or was it, Oscar?” My brows fuse while I observe him pacing back and forth.

I grab hold of his arm while he paces to stop him, and he lowers his gaze to glare my hand... rather menacingly. “What the hell are you talking about? What prank?”

“You’re not…” He utters and closes his eyes to swallow, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat. “You can’t be…her.” He finishes, putting a little too much emphasis on ‘her’ as if the word scalded his mouth or something. Opening his jade eyes to look me over he shakes his head, rubbing his forehead agitatedly. “Fuck.” I let go of his arm, folding my mine over my chest and glowering at him.

“Her who?” I snap irritably, “Would you like to fill me in what the hell you’re blathering on about?” We stand glaring hotly at one another in the small hallway that leads to the bathroom. My body has barely recovered from the orgasm he just gave me and now he’s glaring at me with eyes full of red-hot abhorrence.

“You seriously don’t have an inkling as to who I am, do you?” he questions, his eyes searching mine.

I stare up at him and shrug, “No, but judging by your reaction I’m getting the feeling that I’m supposed to?”

The bleak sneer that permeates from him sends a frosty shiver down my spine. I shuffle back as he moves over to me until I’m once again backed up into the wall. “It seems I’m not the only one that’s changed over the last four years.” I narrow my eyes and swallow the dread that’s starting to rise in my throat. “Did you finally have those ears pinned back,JJ?” The blood running through my veins ices over when I hear my childhood nickname.

Only one person calls me JJ.

I feel the colour drain away from my face as we stand staring at one another. “No...” I shake my head in disbelief. There’s no damn way it could be him.

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