Jae POV
"Your late," was the first thing I said to him when I pulled open my front door a little after twelve o'clock. I shut the door once he was through it as quietly as I could. "You said you were gonna be here three hours ago."
I can see his teeth gleam in the darkness. His hands were suddenly on my waist, pulling me flesh against him. I wrinkle my nose at his combination of soap, cologne, weed, and was that vanilla? "Sorry babe," he breaths. He smelt like a mini bar. I scrunch my nose and turn my head when he leans down. "I had too many drinks and I didn't wanna drive here drunk."
I pull away from him and start to walk up the steps. "You still smell drunk," I muttered. I wince when he steps on a particularly noise creak, praying that none of my brothers hear it. If it was Paris then I wouldn't care, his little girlfriend was already in his room. But Bri would snitch just to be smart and I really didn't have time for that.
"I'm not drunk," he protests once we reach my room.
I roll my eyes, watching him as he takes off his jackets, shoes, jeans and shirt, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxers. I shut my door with a small sigh. I used to love it when he would sneak in and spend the night with me and I still did most of the time. Just not when he was drunk and smelling distinctively of another girl. 'Maybe Renae was with him and Shaun', I think, 'maybe I was just jumping to conclusions'. I really hoped I was.
I flick off my light so that the only light coming into the room is from the stars that hung behind my bed. They give my room a soft white glow. It was a vibe.
When we climb in bed I purposely curl up as far away from him as possible.
He notices. "Why you all the way over there?" I can hear the pout in his voice. "Come cuddle with me."
"I don't want to."
"Why you being weird?"
"Why you showin' up to my house drunk?"
He sucks his teeth. I can feel him shifting towards me and before I know it he was spooning me. "This better," he sighs.
I try to play hard- I really really do- but then his arms were circling me and he was pressing his entire body into mine and my whole body was melting and warming for him. "Fine," I say with faux irritation. "Just keep your horny fingers to yourself."
"I will."
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Elijah's POV
I don't. Five minutes later I can feel her just staring to drift off when the arm that I had thrown over her starts to slowly move down. From the way that her breath hitches I know that the words she was just saying were bullshit. My baby was always horny and ready for me. Plus I was missing her and needed her, especially after the fuck shit I just did. She doesn't say anything as my hand slide into her lace panties and I finger her folds.
Her breath hitches and she opens her leg a little when my thumb presses her clit. I rub little, tight circles on it until my fingers were slick with her juices.
I start to grind against her and she pushes back. "Fuck," she whimpers, causing my already hard dick to twitch. My fingers leave her clit, sliding slowly down her soaked slit. A throaty moan leaves her lips when I slip two fingers inside of her. I pumps them, making sure I'm rubbing against the top of her walls, to the rhythm of my hips grinding into her back side.
