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Nodding his head, he tips his empty beer to me. “I know, Baylor, thanks.”
Sending him one last supportive grin, I head to the door, pushing it open and going through it. Heading to the stairs, the door slams behind me and then I hear his voice.
“Baylor?”
Pausing on the stairs that go down, I find Jayden sitting on the stairs that lead up.
“Oh, there you are,” I say, coming to him and standing in front of him. “Are you okay?”
He shrugs in a noncommittal way, but I can see in his eyes that he is far from okay. Sitting up farther, he reaches out, pulling me to him, resting his hands on the backs of my thighs as his head rests against my stomach. I’m not sure what he’s doing; I figure he just wants to hold me. But then I don’t know why we don’t just hug it out, but this is fine, I guess. Moving my fingers down his neck, I brush my thumbs along the spot behind his ear as he draws in breaths and lets them out.
“No,” he answers quietly, and my heart sinks. He’s always so strong, so positive, but when it comes to his family, they are his breaking point.
Biting my lip, I try to think what to say, but then he is talking. “He donated twenty grand to the team, which I know is great, but why can’t he help my mom? She’s been struggling, we all have, trying to keep her afloat. And he’s just rolling in the dough, not even worried about anyone but himself.”
“Because he’s a selfish asshole,” I answer, pulling his head back so I can look at his face. His eyes are swimming in tears, and something inside me just breaks. Framing his face with my hands, I whisper, “He has no control over you. You are so much stronger without him, Jayden. Don’t let someone who has done nothing for you tell you how to do anything. You are good, your mom is fine, and everyone is better without him. You guys will prevail, I know it.”
His mouth pulls up at the side, but his eyes, they are just sad as he says, “I told myself that, but it didn’t work.”
“Is it working now?” I ask, hopeful.
“No, but having you here is helping.”
Smiling, I say, “Well, that works too.”
Nodding his head, he leans his face into my stomach while his fingers tickle the inside of my thighs and I just hold him. I don’t know what else to do, what else to say. So I just hold him. He’s always the stable one in everyone’s life, the rock, and I may be emotionally inept, but I can comfort him.
For him, I will do anything.
Pulling back, he looks up at me, and I smile before bending down to kiss his lips softly to show him I’m here for him. But like always, our kisses never stay soft or sweet, they always turn hot and demanding. As his fingers thread in my hair, his arm goes around my waist as he stands. I wrap my arms around his neck as he holds me close, our bodies moving together in a way that is indescribable. They captivate me, his lips do, and I wouldn’t want to be a hostage to anyone but him.
As he presses me against the door, I deepen the kiss, my tongue moving with his as his hands slide down my leg to behind my knee, squeezing me as we kiss with such conviction. When his fingers slide between my legs, I break away from his mouth, breathless.
“Here?”
“Oh, yeah. Here. Now,” he growls against my mouth before sliding his fingers into my thong. When he moves them along my slick lips, I gasp against his mouth, arching into his hand as his fingers find my clit. Whimpering against his lips, his fingers assault me in the best possible way, and I am lost beneath his touch. When he tears his mouth from mine, dropping to his knees, I’m breathless as he scoots my skirt up to my hips. Kissing down my thighs, he pushes my thong to the side, hooking my leg up on his shoulder before dropping his mouth between my legs.
Biting into my lip, I am helpless beneath his mouth, doing everything not to cry out as his mouth devours me in such a dirty but satisfying way. When he dips his fingers inside of me, I come off the door, arching against his mouth as he swirls his tongue around my clit. My whole body is on fire and I pray that sweat isn’t smearing my makeup, but then, really, I don’t give a shit. All I care about is the pleasure he is giving me.
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sp; And when I come, I come hard.
My orgasm rocks my whole body, shakes me to the core. And as I cry out, his name escapes my lips and lights go off behind my closed eyes. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears as his lips trail up my thighs, licking and nibbling before he stands and presses his lips to my neck and then my jaw.
“Shh,” he chuckles before biting my bottom lip.
“Shh? Are you serious?” I ask, unable to breathe.
“Yes,” he teases, kissing my lips once more as his hands make quick work of his pants, pushing them down before getting a condom out of his wallet. Sheathing himself, he lifts me up, holding me before directing his cock inside of me, filling me so fucking completely. I gasp against his mouth, and his fingers bite into my thighs as he thrusts up inside of me, each thrust harder than the last.
It’s perfect. So damn perfect.
Meeting his mouth to mine, he stills inside of me, and I can feel him about to come. But then he parts from me, looking down at me with something in his eyes that isn’t sadness. He’s eyeing me so I eye him back, and then he smiles.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he answers, and then he is moving into me again.
