Soulmates with Benefits

Chapter 1

Jordan's POV

 Blood begins to surface on my bottom lip from biting down so hard. My hands are desperately searching for something to hold on to. They quickly move to the coffee-colored hair right in front of me. I tug hard out of carnal desire leading the teenage boy on top of me to moan hungrily. His tongue glides across my chest while his teeth pull leaving colorful marks. My body's still tentative to break it's equilibrium due to how fast this all happened.

I was busy watching the always hilarious, 1940's thriller, "The Wolf Man." In the midst of indulging in a package of Watermelon Twizzlers, I heard my bedroom window squeak. I didn't need to look to know who was disturbing me at 12:00. My exasperatingly charming best friend was struggling to get his left leg through my window. I find it adorable how he still has trouble doing this every single night. 

"Need a hand with that?" I stifle a giggle as he attempts to unwind his ankle from between two tree branches.

"You say that every single time this happens, and it doesn't get any funnier." He speaks irritably only causing me to laugh more. He finally pulls his leg from the branch but trips on his way in. "Success!" He sighs and falls on the end of my bed. I crawl out from under the covers and make my way over to him only to be pulled in a warm embrace. "Hi baby," his raspy voice coos. I hum in response and nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Just going out with the boys." He hesitates before speaking, and I notice some nervousness laced in his voice. I push off of his chest and scrutinize every inch of his eyes for any wavering confidence. 

"You okay?" He blinks a few times before sitting up and grabbing my small hands from his chest and entwining them with his. 

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just wanted to see my favorite girl before I head out." I give in as he pulls me onto his lap and starts leaving sloppy kisses on me neck. My curiosity and confusion grow. He is never this rushed with me. We always talk before any fooling around, and we never do anything if he plans on going out. He tends to get carried away so he likes to have the whole night with me. He pushes for me to lay back as he spreads kisses near my collarbone and proceeds lower.

That brings us back to the present. I try to intervene, but every word just seems to come out as a moan. He bites harshly on my nipple making me yelp with excitement. His, once erratic, breathing eases as he nibbles slowly on every inch of my breasts. We are interrupted by a jarring bang on my door followed by the voice of my brother.

"Jo! I need your help!" Parker angrily shoves his face in my cleavage and releases a muffled groan out of frustration.

"Dude, we're busy!" He growls at Dean which is not helping me come down from my high. 

"Come on, I need help," He hopelessly presses. 

"Fuck off!" Parker, yet again, displays his weirdly indignant behavior.

"Parker?" I hear Dean question fueling my embarrassment over the situation. In case you're wondering, Dean knows about Parker and I. Although, he wishes he didn't. 

"NO, YOUR SISTER JUST HAS A FUCKING COLD! SERIOUSLY?! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!? I'M TRYING TO-" I cover his mouth with my palm.

"Calm down," I whisper to him before pecking his cheek. His face softens and I move out from under him. He usually get's like this when he is sexually frustrated but never just because of Dean. 

I walk over to the door while adjusting my shirt. I manage to slip out without exposing my room in hopes of avoiding any conflict between Dean and Parker. He seems off today. I see Dean standing in the hallway looking antsy while glancing at his phone. 

"What's up?"

"Look mom's gonna be home in an hour, and I'm going over to James' house. I need you to cover for me?"

"What? Why?"

"I got grounded for stealing mom's credit card, and I'm not supposed to leave the house unless it's for school work."

"Why am I surprised," I scoff. 

"Can you just please cover for me?"

"What do you expect me to say to her?" 

"Just tell her I'm at the library."

"Yeah, like she's gonna believe that." 

"Fine, tell her I'm working on a project at Parker's house."

"What? Parker's here." I roll my eyes at his stupidity.

"Not for long. He's going to James' house too," He affirms like a toddler winning an argument.

"Fine. Whatever. You better leave now before mom comes home," I spit, eager to end this conversation.

"Thanks, Jo," I hear him holler from the bottom of the stairs. I step back into my room to see Parker, curled up with one of my pillows, sleeping like a baby. I can't get over how cute he is. I tip toe over to the bed trying not to wake him. I admire how his beautifully sculpted face glows from the luminous television screen. I carefully grab the pillow from between his muscly arms and enfold into his grasp. He's quick to fasten his hold as I press me body against his. I feel a light kiss on my head that makes me melt. 

"Goodnight, bub," I whisper.

"Goodnight, baby," I hear from his husky soothing voice. I am so lucky to have that be the last thing I hear so often before I float away each night. It's that familiar rush I get every time I hear him, or see him, or touch him. That feeling of knowing where you belong. Knowing that you're home.