Of course Ash had to see me like that.
Fuck my life. It was only a matter of time before he found some way to use this against me.
No way was I going to try and unpack that I’d come not only untouched but just from a whispered command.
Jesus. What the hell was wrong with me? Why did I turn into a needy mess the moment Ash touched me?
I glared down at my dick, which hardened just from thinking about Ash whispering “come” in my ear.
“No,” I told it. I pushed back from the wall and pulled up my pants. “Stay down. You’ve already gotten me in enough trouble today.”
The faint sound of laughter hit my ears and I dropped my head against the wall with athunk.
Of course Ash had heard me.
Fuck. My. Fucking. Life.
12
ASH
Isat on the corner of my bed, my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees.
“Holy shit,” I muttered and pulled in a deep breath.
I’d come home from the party, pissed off at the world. Tripp and his drinking problem, Darcy and Gen and their inability to read social cues and leave me the fuck alone, and of course, my dad being a dick.
It had been too much, and I’d been shaking with anger when I’d thrown the door to the apartment open.
I’d known about Jules’s dick appointment for three days, and as much as I’d told myself I didn’t care he was going to lose his virginity to some internet random, I did.
I fucking did.
And I had no clue why.
Jules and I weren’t anything to each other. We were stepbrothers who’d been forced to share the same space. We weren’t friends, just two dudes who’d gotten off together a few times.
I shouldn’t care that Jules was going to let some stranger off an app fuck him.
I shouldn’t give two shits who Jules fucked.
But I did.
“Ugh!”
I sat up with a frustrated grunt and grabbed a half-finished sports drink from my dresser, unscrewed the top, then drank down the rest without really tasting it.
Jules was just so… Jules.
He was sweet and endearing, and even though he drove me up the fucking wall, he wasn’t a bad person.
He was also needy as fuck, and that pushed all my buttons.
Knowing that while he didn’t like me, he still trusted me enough to let me take him the fuck apart did things to my insides.
So did the memories of holding a giggling Jules as we’d come down from our orgasms.
Angry Jules was a beautiful thing, but blissed-out and happy Jules was a sight to behold.