My Future Stepbrother

Chapter 17

We sit there, just holding each other as I recover. His hands never leave my body. His face nestled into the crook of my neck. As I feel my heartbeat start to return to an acceptable beat he gently lowers me back down to my pillow.

I keep my eyes closed, scared if I open them I’ll wake up and this will have all been a beautiful fantasy.

“You’re so beautiful.” I feel his lips touch mine but this time its so softly it fills my stomach with hundreds of free flying butterflies. I allow my eyes to flutter open and am greeted by his ocean blue ones.
I stare for a moment just looking at them. If I was given a lifetime to describe them I still would not do them justice. I see his lips turn up at the corners. “What are you thinking?” He smiles.

I smile back lost in the cold hues. “You’re pretty.”

What the fuck? Did I honestly just call Jayce Thompson pretty? To his face? I can feel my cheeks heat and I just want to climb under the covers and die there. Why must I be inflicted with such word vomit!

Jayce seeing the degree of tomato change in my skin tone and smirks down at me.
I am momentarily distracted when he moves in closer to place tiny delicate kisses against my forehead but there is something definitely not delicate pushing against my hip as he does it. I let my eyes quickly glance down and see the huge bulge in his basketball shorts.

Shit. Okay don’t panic. I mean how hard could it be to sort that out? Shit, don’t say hard.

Jayce had started to make his way around to my cheek, still littering my face with tiny kisses completely unaware I am running everything Brie has ever told me about what men like through my head at lightening speed.

I start to slide my hand between our bodies. I feel down his chest as his heartbeat races against my touch. I slow down as I reach his abs savouring the feeling of my fingers as they run across each one until I get to the band of his shorts. I start to let my hand push itself inside when I feel my wrist whipped back to my side.

“You don’t have to do that.” He affirms.

A cold feeling overtakes me as he moves his body off mine. I become suddenly aware of how exposed I am and quickly slip my hands back inside my top and pull it on covering myself back up.

Jayce sits at the end of the bed, his back to me and his head in his hands. I feel an overwhelming sense of hurt, he’s clearly regretting what just happened. He doesn’t want me to touch him. He doesn’t want me.

I feel used, dirty, and not in the good way. The cold feeling spreads to my legs and I can feel how damp my shorts are. I get up to change them. I’m half way to the closet when a strong hand pulls me back and I almost go crashing into the wall of humanity that is Jayce.

“What’s wrong?” he ask.

I look expecting to see his face stern but it’s not, it’s soft. This is so fucking confusing. I look away, his hand let’s go of my wrist and joins his other at my face forcing me to look up at him. “Lee?”

I don’t even know how to word it. I let the word vomit take over. “You’re regretting this. You don’t want me to touch you. You don’t want me too.. you know.. it’s okay. We can pretend this didn’t happen.” I cringe at the vulnerability that is making itself present in my voice.

Jayce’s hands drop from my face. “Is that what you want?” I can’t bare to look at him as he asks.

“Isn’t it what you want?” I respond.

“Fuck no! Shit. Lee. Me stopping you then had nothing to do with me not wanting you or regretting anything.” He takes my hands in his slowly. His thumbs start to make circles on the backs of my palms before he pulls me back with him so he is sitting on the bed with me standing in front of him.

He looks down at my hands that are still in his as he speaks. “I just didn’t think you were ready. I didn’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything until you were.” He moves his arms around my hips and pulls me between his legs, resting his head against my stomach. “Trust me, if I thought you were ready I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever stop you. Pulling away from you is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.” He raises his head slightly placing his lips against the bare flesh of my abdomen where my top has risen.

I slide down in his grip allowing his hands to ride up my body as I lower myself onto my knees until our faces meet. I look at his face. He’s not lying.

“Thank you.”

I entangle my hands in his hair and push my lips to his. Its the first time I’ve initiated a kiss between us and I never want it to end. I let my hands go from his hair to the back of his neck as he picks me up from the floor and returns me to the bed never breaking the kiss. We stay like that, laying side by side, lips entangled, until the longing makes way for exhaustion and I fall asleep engulfed in his arms.

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I open my eyes slowly, the light that has started to flood in through the window causing me to readjust my vision. I feel a strong pair of arms pull me closer, Jayce’s light breath tickling the back of my neck.

I can’t help the smile that forms across my face. I can’t believe he’s still here. I can’t believe I’m waking up next to him. His hands are slightly under my top, firmly placed against my skin. I don’t want this moment to end. I close my eyes, soaking in the feeling of having him so close. My mind flashes back to last night and I can feel myself flush as I remember what I let Jayce do to me.

I wanted to relive it. I wanted to feel him touch me like that again.

I turn slightly to see his face. He looks so incredibly peaceful, his chest slowly rising and falling, his lips parted slightly letting out the breath that felt so perfect brushing against my neck. His long dark eyelashes fluttered slightly, he was dreaming. I wished for a moment I could peer inside his head, see for myself what fills his mind as he sleeps.

My heart nearly stops as I hear the front door open.

“Shit.. Jayce. Jayce!” I whisper at him. He stirs slightly, opening his eyes and smiling at me.

“Morning beauti-"

“Jayce there’s someone here.” I see the panic in his eyes as we both hear the footsteps on the stairs get closer.

Jayce reaches down to the floor grabbing his t-shirt and attempting to get up and run to the bathroom. In his still half asleep state he stumbles backwards back onto the bed. If we weren’t about to be caught in bed together by god knows who I would have laughed.

The footsteps stop outside my door and Jayce throws himself over me to the floor next to the bed as a hand gently knocks.

The door opens and I see my dad’s familiar frame in the doorway.

“Hey poppet, I wasn’t sure you’d be up yet.” I forget how to use words just staring at him. “You look like you didn’t get much sleep, we’re you up all night tossing and turning?”

Something like that.

I can practically feel the blush claw it’s way up my neck onto my face.

“How’s Milo?” I ask, desperate to change the subject, using all the will power I have not to glance down at Jayce pressed against the side of my bed.

“He’s better. He’s still banged up and is going to need to rest but if everything is the same later we should be able to bring him home this evening.”

I give a sigh of relief. Despite the distraction of last night I still can’t shake the image of Milos unconscious head sitting in my lap from my memory.

I pull the blanket further up my body, covering the chill brought on at the thought. Dad gives a sympathetic smile.

“How’s Tara?” I see Dad perk up slightly, clearly happy I’ve shown concern for his future wife.

I feel a hand travel up my leg under the blanket slowly grazing against the skin. I freeze and quickly glance at Jayce laying on the floor next to me. He’s smirking up at me and I try to tell him to knock it off with my eyes.

“..so I’m just going to get a quick shower and get back to them.”

I completely missed what dad was saying so just nod. He makes to leave but just as the door goes to shut it swings back open again. “Sorry poppet, I almost forgot. You left this in the bag you did for Milo.”

He steps towards me with my phone in his hands. I tear my leg from Jayce’s grip and spring from the bed before he can get any closer. Dad jumps back startled at my sudden movement. I take the phone and step back, blocking his view of the bed.

“Thanks.” He gives me a puzzled look before shutting the door behind him.

Neither me or Jayce move until we hear the shower at the other end of the house turn on.

“What do you think you were doing?!” I whisper shout as Jayce pops his head up beside the bed with a giant grin on his face. “We could’ve been caught!”

Jayce stalks his way over to me. “Just find it hard to keep my hands off you” he smirks.

I go rigged as his body closes in on mine, I can still hear water running in the bathroom down the hall and can’t help but feel terrified that any second now we could be caught. He lets his face hover over mine, his eyes glued to my lips. Just as I feel the urge to throw caution to the wind and kiss him again he lets go and walks through the bathroom straight into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

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