Snatching up the phone while trying to free the chains around my lungs, I answered as normally as I could.
“Mornin’, J. Everything okay?”
“Heya. Yeah, I’m okay. Still in bed surrounded by cracker crumbs, so I haven’t had the chance to upchuck yet.” She snickered and munched loudly into the phone.
“Either way, that sounds… messy,” I replied, trying not to think about her still lying in bed while desperately wanting to keep fisting my cock.
Jax hummed. “You sound breathless. Everything okay?”
I cleared my throat and tried not to soundtoocasual. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Uh, good… I just spoke to Darren, and I’m gonna visit him later. You wanna meet me there?”
My cock mercifully finally deflated, and I managed a normal inhale. “I can do that. Does he know I’m coming around too?”
“No, so just rock up like you normally do.”
“Will do. Maybe I should tell him without you in the house. It’s not going to be fun, J.”
She scoffed at the mere suggestion. “Not gonna happen.” Her munching paused to make way for an evil chuckle. “Besides, the sadistic part of me wants to see the look on his face when he finds out his best mate knocked up his little sister.”
My frown pulled deeper. “Seems that someone is feeling a little more like her usual self.” I snickered under my breath when her giggle came through the phone, which then morphed into an urgent gasp.
“Oh shit, the glory hour has passed. Gotta go.”
With that, she left me listening to the disconnected tone and with a stupid-ass pout on my face. At least the conversation had erased the need to jack off.
Grumbling, I climbed from the bed while planning to have brunch, then head over to Daz’s house to hang out while we were still mates.
* * *
“Yo, brother, wassup!” Daz greeted me when I knocked and walked into his house. Usually that endearment sat well with me, today, however, it made my stomach turn.
“Fuck all.” I slammed my large frame onto his couch, then set my feet on the coffee table.
He shot me a sideways glance. “You look like shit. You all good?”
A sarcastic snort came out of my nose. “Yeah man. All good. Just not sleeping that great again.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Guts, bro. Here.”
He blindly offered an Xbox controller my way, which I readily accepted. Nothing like forgetting some worries by shooting shit up.
We were yelling, shoving each other, and generally gettingwaytoo into the game when we were rudely interrupted by Jax appearing in front of the TV screen, semi-blocking our goddamn view.
“Dammit, Jax. I was about to clinch the win. Move your ass,” Daz exclaimed, standing to crane his head around her while continuing to button mash.
“I swear I could have stolen all your crap in the last five minutes. Neither of you heard me call out or walk around the house. And I wasn’t quiet about it either,” she sassed, popping a hip while slamming her hands onto her tiny waist.
“You never do anything quietly, so I’ve learned to block your pain-in-the-ass out for the last twenty years,” Daz replied, still trying to coax her to move.
I snickered because he was right; Jax didn’t do anything quietly—sex included.
She rolled her eyes, then snuck a glance at me when I chuckled. My grin widened at how instantly flustered she became under my gaze.
Darren finally gave up his quest to win and turned off the electronics, then pecked her cheek. It would be out of character if I didn’t greet her in a similar fashion, so I crossed the room and gave her a hug. Her hands instinctively found the sides of my ribcage. The simple touch ignited every nerve ending in my body, and I didn’t want to lose the press of her chest against mine.
Conscious of lingering too long and making Darren suspicious, I released her and put a pace between us. I needn’t have worried though; Daz had disappeared, and I could hear him pissing.