Without so much as a flinch, he catches them while keeping his perplexed gaze on me. I can see the wheels turning in Jaxon’s head.
“Snot?”
“Yes, snot. What else would it be?” I cross my arms over my chest and glare.
He glances at the underwear, then back at me. “Dahlia,” he says, his voice pitched lower. “That’s not?—”
I scoff and give him my back. “Don’t lie to me.”
I take all of two steps away from him before he catches my arm and spins me to face him again. He jerks me inside his room and slams the door before he pins me to it. Jaxon chucks the underwear to the floor, uncaring about snot smearing on it. He leans in until his breath fans across my face. My heart picks up speed and slams against my ribcage.
“Now tell me, little sister, and don’t even try to lie to me,” he says. “Have you fucked around with a guy?”
My mouth drops open, and I’m sure I look stupid because of how wide my eyes are. He stuns me into silence and I’m having to reboot everything to find words. A moment passes and I gather myself.
“Why are you asking that?”
“Answer the question.” He places both hands next to my head, caging me between him and the door.
My cheeks warm, and it’s difficult to look into Jaxon’s eyes while talking about my sex life—or the lack thereof. I avert my gaze and pinch my lips together.
“I’m not answering that.”
Jaxon stares at me with an unreadable expression. I don’t know why he changed the subject or how it pertains to underwear.
“Fuck,” he finally whispers, and drops his head to my shoulder. After a moment, he raises his head. His eyes darken and I stiffen, now worrying if he’s about to lose his shit on me.
“Why did you ask that?” I mumble.
Shadows creep over Jaxon’s face, and the wild look in his eyes intensifies. “You’ve never seen a man’s cum, have you?”
Despite it coming out as a question, I know he means it as a statement. He’s pointing out the obvious.
“I’m not answering that, either,” I stammer.
Jaxon tilts his head. His dark gaze bores into my face, giving me the impression that he can see into my soul and learn my every dirty secret.
“You’re a virgin,” he says, clearly not dropping the subject.
I’ve had enough and shove him away, throwing him off balance. I swing the door open and peace the hell out.
A squeak slips out of me as Jaxon’s arm wraps around me, jerking me into him until we’re flush. I turn my head, peeking at him in horror. Jaxon leans in, brushing his straight nose against my cheek. His hand gently squeezes my love handle like he can’t resist the temptation.
“Ifanyonepops your cherry, I’ll cut him into pieces. I’ll fashion his parts into jewelry for you to wear as a reminder of what will happen to the next man who touches you,” he whispers. His lips brush my skin, and a shiver creeps up my spine.
“What I do with my body is my business,” I say.
“You and your body are my business,” he says.
His lips curl into a humorless smile, and his hand on my waist slips over my pudgy stomach, stealing the breath from my lungs from the simple touch that feels so dirty and intimate.
He slides his palms up and brushes them over my breasts. My nipples harden into sensitive peaks and my mind screams at the confusion his touch brings. I clench my thighs together and pant as he plays with me, his touch growing bolder as he squeezes my breast. He raises one of his hands to my throat and curls his fingers around my neck with enough pressure to make my head spin.
“No one touches what’s mine,” he growls.
My knees go weak as butterflies fly around in mystomach. I can’t feel this way about him, but the fight is quickly leaving me. “You’re my brother.”
Jaxon’s eyebrows lower into a scowl. “I don’t care, flower.”
