SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 74 ~ "Just like that."

JEN

I've had enough of pushing Justin away. I can't do it to him or myself anymore.

This is the reason that I'm standing in the kitchen, dressed in tiny denim shorts and one of Justin's tank tops with no bra underneath. Tonight, I'm going to seduce my own boyfriend. I'm his, forever, and it's time to get back to the way things were. He owns me, heart, body and soul, and it's time to remind him without pushing him away.

I can't begin to explain the fear that comes over me when he's inside of me. It's not just a small flashback, it's as though Zac is there. Inside of me, taking what's not his, what doesn't belong to him. Every time I'm thrown back into that memory, everything starts to ache, as though it's happening all over again. Even if Justin's hands are softly caressing my skin, my brain tricks me into thinking it's a harsh painful grip. My fingertips start aching, and sometimes my brain even tricks me into thinking I can even see the blood where my fingernails have been ripped out. My cheek burns as though I'm being pressed face down into the carpet, my head aches from the pulling of my hair.

No matter how good it feels to have Justin inside of me, my mind throws me right back to that night, surrounded by the stench of petrol and smoke as I lay helpless, my body aching in every place imaginable.

It's time for it to stop. I refuse to let Zac ruin my future with Justin more than he already has.

I hear Justin's car door close, a smile lighting my face instantly as I make sure the tank top is placed perfectly, barely covering my nipples. Turning back to the kitchen sink, I start filling it as I hear the front door close.

A short intake of breath is all I hear, but I can feel him there, only a few feet behind me.

He clears his throat, before a croaky "hi baby" comes from between those lips.

"Hi J." I reply, drying my hands on a tea towel before turning to face him.

His eyes bulge for half a second, as they scan down over my body before coming back up again.

Warmth fills me as I watch him lick his lips, dropping his backpack in the corner beside the dining room table.

"Where are the boys?"

"I sent them home." I shrug in reply, leaning back against the bench.

I reach my arms up above my head to stretch, closing my eyes and enjoying the pleasant ache of my muscles.

"Home? I told them to stay."

"I wanted them to leave." I shrug again, opening my eyes and staring straight into his.

His tongue sweeps between his lips quickly, as though he doesn't want me to see he's affected.

"Right. Uh...I'm gonna go have a quick shower." He mumbles, taking cautious steps towards me, finally standing just in front of me with his legs either side of mine.

He leans down and presses his lips to my forehead. I run my hands up his chest, and feel his hands come up beside me, grasping onto the edge of the bench.

His head drops down, and he takes a strong breath, burying his face in my hair and neck. I feel his knees tremble a little where they're resting against my own, and inwardly smirk.

I tilt my head, pressing my lips against his jaw, my hand running along the slight stubble on his face.

The sexual tension between us is like a wild fire, that never stopped burning. So intense I can feel his love for me from the tips of my fingers, down to my toes. Every part of me filled with delicious tingles, like tiny ladybirds dancing across my skin.