The Trouble With Love Is You

Chapter Nineteen- The Trouble With Love Is You

>Trey’s POV<

Her hands were travelling along my arm lightly as she blew hot breath in my ear. I sucked in a quick breath as she leaned down and pressed her full lips to my neck.

She left a trail of butterfly kisses along my neck sucking on my bottom lip making me groan.

“I want you so bad,” I whispered and she smiled coyly.

I pushed her down on the bed and ran my hands over her. Gently, I lifted her shirt and gasped at the sight of her in her lacy bra. Lightly, I ran my hands over her stomach slowly making my way up to her breasts.

I caressed them lightly, they were firm and full and she moaned making me more turned on. Then, she lifted her hands and gave me a shove on my chest making me fall back on the bed and-

Jordan’s face was hovering inches above mine. “Dreaming about me huh?” She said almost smugly.

“I-” How the heck did this girl know? It was a bit too embarrassing to say though. “No,” I replied but her she didn’t back off.

“I want you so bad?” She quoted a smile playing at her lips.

My mind went blank, “um.”

“Wow,” she blew out sharply. “I invade your dreams too huh?” She said winking.

I still didn’t know what to say. The evidence of a boner was so obvious right now. It literally stuck out like a tent. No doubt she’d noticed. My face went red.

She giggled at my embarrassment pressing a kiss to my cheek. “You’re a guy. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve been a bit unfair keeping you away from your sexual life.”

I finally found my voice. Way to let me down gee. “And worth it,” I shot her a crooked smile.

She laughed and it was contagious. So imagine my surprise when she pressed her lips to mine. I moved in sync with her sweeping my tongue along her bottom lip.

“Sorry children, I’d hate to interrupt but Jordie’s dad is here.” Mum looked uncomfortable. “And… Pretty Boy along with his daughters.”

I looked confused but Jordan’s face fell.

“Who’s that?” I asked her quietly but she didn’t bother respond.

Then I heard the shouting. Angie’s voice loud and clear.

“So you’re the fucking bastard who landed my mother in prison,” She stated.

<Jordan’s POV>

My fists clenched. Quickly, Trey pulled me in which restrained me from wrapping my hands around Angie’s throat.

“They should throw you back in there. I mean it was you who brought that fucking dead kid to the house in the first place right?”

I saw red. Trey had to shove me against a wall wrapping his arms around me. She was egging me and it was working. I wanted blood and I wanted hers.

“It’s what she wants, princess. Don’t give it to her calm down.” Trey’s words were too rushed and urgent to sound comforting.

Danielle looked shocked and David was disgusted, but at her. Pretty Boy did nothing. Fucking nothing and I broke free from Trey. Dad looked stunned.

I stormed up to her slamming my fist into her face. “You bitch!” Someone shrieked and I realised it was me. It shocked me but the need for blood was still there.

Angie whipped up and ran from me while I struggled against David’s arms this time.

“Someone put the bitch out,” Angie complained nursing her nose.