I drag my shirt off, followed by my bra, then my shorts and underwear. I stand naked in place for a moment. A groan slips out of my mouth, and I drop my head back, ignoring the sharp, uncomfortable charley-horse cramps in my neck. This feels so good. Freeing your breasts from a bra has to be the best feeling in the world.
No, having your older brother play with your tits is the best feeling in the world, and you know that.
I stiffen and curl my lips back with a cringe. Jaxon didn’t feel me up. He was checking for more cuts and possibly broken ribs. That’s it.
I leave the bathroom and rifle through Jaxon’s clothes. Wearing anything of his is always the best. He may be leaner than me, but he’s still bigger and his clothes are baggy. It’s the closest thing to wearing a boyfriend’s “borrowed” shirt. I pull out a T-shirt and sweats and put them on. Instantly, I feel ten times better and even a little safer, like nothing can harm me.
My stomach growls, reminding me I haven’t eaten since early this morning. All I had was a bagel and cream cheese before I went into town to shop for Halloween with Jaxon. That obviously went well.
Thanks for nothing, Mickey.
The scary-looking creature is gone when I check outside the bedroom. After waiting for a moment, I head downstairs and go straight to the kitchen. All the lights are off and the home is quiet, so it’s safe to say that Mom and Dad are already in bed. They’re morning people, which means they retire for the night by seven p.m.
I pull out the plastic container of Mexican leftovers. Mom isn’t the best cook, but she can make a mean enchilada dish.I wait for the food to heat up in the microwave and lean against the counter, eyeing the time as it counts down.
Arms wind around me, tattooed hands resting on my stomach,one above the other. I suck in a breath at the sudden touch and whip my head to the side to look over my shoulder. I wince at the sting and drop my head forward with a small whimper.
Jaxon pulls me into him until his chest is flush against my back. “You’re hurting,” he murmurs.
I nod and bite on my bottom lip to stop from making any more noises. The last thing I need is our parents hearing me cry, then seeing all the cuts and bruises and dismissing it with a,“Get over it.”
“I can help you with that,” Jaxon says quietly.
My cheeks warm, and my mouth opens without me having a moment to think before I speak. “What, like playing with my breasts to make me feel better?”
I mentally facepalm and curse myself for being so awkward.
Jaxon tenses. His fingers twitch as though he’s fighting himself back from taking my invitation. “Is that what you want, sis?”
The microwave beeps, announcing my food is ready. I ignore it, all of my attention on Jaxon.
My cheeks flame with a blush and my breathing picks up. “I was just being sarcastic. That would be wrong.”
“Would it?” He shifts closer, pushing me against the edge of the counter until it digs into my stomach. His breath fans against my neck, and he dips his hand lower to rest right above my pelvis.
I can’t concentrate. My mind goes fuzzy, and that dipping feeling in my stomach returns full force. I want Jaxon’s hands on me, but not innocently. My pussy aches to be filled by him—fingers, tongue, or cock.
This is wrong, I chide myself. He’s my brother. This isn’t something to give in to. He’s just teasing me.
“Answer me,” Jaxon says. He fingers thewaistband of the borrowed sweats, and I swear I can feel his pleased reaction now that he knows I’m wearing his pants.
“Yes, it would.” My nipples harden into sensitive peaks, and I bite the inside of my cheek to distract myself from how he’s making me feel.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat. I can’t tell if he’s agreeing or disagreeing. Jaxon’s silence eats at me.
“What are you thinking about?” I say, and peek at him. Shadows dance over his face, and it’s hard to make everything out, but I still catch his eyes darkening and his lips curling back in an evil smile.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to.”
He loosens his hold on me and turns me to face him. Jaxon’s nostrils flare as he takes in all the bruises on my face.
My eyes widen at all the cuts and bruises marring his complexion. “What happened?”
He picks me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist before he sets me on the counter. I can’t bring myself to unwind from him, desperate to keep feeling him nestled between my thighs. It’s a guilty pleasure, and I can pretend it doesn’t affect me at all, even though warmth pools low in my belly.
Jaxon brushes his knuckles down my cheek where I’m not bruised, his touch gentle and featherlight, like a breeze grazing my skin. “You know I’ll do anything for you, right?”
“Jaxon...” I reach for his face, then stop. My fingers curl into my palm. “What happened?”
