SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 75 ~ "I cant walk when I'm this hard."

JEN

I wake up just as I'm being pulled tighter into Justin's side. He's sprawled out on his back, one hand under his head, making his bicep bulge deliciously. His other arm is wrapped tightly around me, pulling me in closer. My head is pressed against his chest, on my spot, and once again I've thrown a leg high over his waist, the tip of his morning wood hitting the back of my thigh. The blankets have been kicked off during the night, and they sweep down across the tops of his thighs. I trace my finger gently over the cross on his chest, smiling gently when his sleepy breaths stutter. I nuzzle against his side a little more, and hear a little hum of content from deep within his chest.

A sharpie on his bedside table catches my eye, and a cheeky grin takes over my face. I ever so gently sneak out of his hold, freezing when he growls in his sleep with the loss of contact.

Watching his breathing settle again, I carefully kneel between his legs which are sprawled out across the bed and reach for the sharpie. As my arm is reaching over, Justin's hand suddenly shoots up, grabbing a hold of my wrist and bringing it down to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to the inside of my wrist before placing my hand palm down over his heart. It amazes me when I look up to see that he's still fast asleep, his mouth slightly ajar.

He's giving me his heart, even in his sleep, and it brings a tear to my eye.

I reach across again, this time grabbing his phone from the bedside table as well as the sharpie. I sit back on my heels and take the lid off the sharpie as I look over his beautiful body. Leaning down a little, I ever so gently start my work, surprised that he stays asleep the entire time.

When I'm done placing my own art on his skin, I pick up his phone and open the camera. Holding it in front of me, slightly over the top of Justin, I try and work out an angle to take the photo without getting his dick in the photo. I eventually work out an angle that can get my new artwork, his beautiful torso and chest, as well as half of his face and his messy hair hair falling over his forehead. I take the photo, instantly going into Instagram searching for a filter that will make my artwork stand out, and caption it "#hacked #mine" before posting it.

I smile down at the photo, impressed with my work, and his new art just above the chiseled cut of his V line. In neat curvy writing "forever & always, Jen xox", looks like it belongs there.

"What are you doin'?"

I jump six feet in the air, Justin's sexy morning voice with the hint of a smile startling me. His phone drops from my hand and lands on his thigh.

"Ummmm..."

Justin lifts his head a little, looking down his body before grabbing his phone. A massive lazy grin appears when he sees in, before he reaches for my waist and pulls me down on top of him.

"Did you put your mark on me Ms. Summers?" He asks, nuzzling his face into my neck, his hands holding my hips tight.

"Maybe." I giggle, his stubble tickling my collar bone.

"Hmmm. I love it." He hums into my ear before pulling away and looking into my eyes.

He gently pulls my chin down a touch before pressing his warm lips to mine.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, brushing some messy hair away from my eyes.

"I did. I only woke up once." I reply proudly, thinking back to the dream I had of being thrown against the wall with a hand around my neck. The second I woke up in Justin's soft warm embrace and heard him whisper a soothing "sssh baby, you're okay", it didn't take long at all to fall back to sleep.