“It’s as complicated as you make it,” she replies, and I shrug.
“Did you know that Jared has a brother? He just transferred here.”
“Shut your face!” she screeches, and I let out a loud laugh.
“Is he hot like him? Oh he has to be.” I hold my hand up for her to chill.
“First off, you’re practically married to that fine specimen who just left your bed, and second, yeah he’s fucking hot and mysterious, dammit.” I put my hands on my face.
“I love Jared, I do, and we really need this space. But now that is brother is here it feels different somehow.”
“Different how?”
“I don’t know, Shannon, but I felt this strange connection to him; it was weird. It’s not a physical attraction, though. Even though he is good-looking. He makes me laugh, and it’s nice to have another friend who listens.”
“Oh shit, girl, you have a love triangle thing going on.” She rotates her index finger and I roll my eyes.
“I do not love anyone but Jared. All I’m saying is there is something between them that has Jared enraged. He seems sweet, though. I’m curious to know why he hates him so much.”
“I would hate to be you right now. No offense.”
“Same,” I say, and we sit and talk for a while more before she heads off to her class.
There is a knock at my door an hour or so later. I open it and there he stands in all his handsome glory.
“Hey, Jared, what are you doing here?” I stand at the door, refusing to let him in.
“I’m here to tell you the truth.” I get this nervous feeling, like I’m not going to want to hear this but I asked for it.
“Can I come in?” he asks, and I move aside to let him pass.
He huffs out a breath and sits on my bed. He looks at me and gulps. I’m wearing one of his tee shirts and nothing else.
“Come here.” He holds his hand out and instinctively I take it. His possessive, demanding tone always gives me goose bumps. I’m standing between his legs as he wraps both arms around my middle and rests his head on my stomach.
His hands travel up my thighs and to my most intimate parts. I want to tell him no and to stop, and that I want to hear what he has to say, but I can’t bring myself to do anything but feel right now. I just want to know what he’s doing when I’m not with him. Is that too much to ask?
“Jared.” I shiver. He lifts my tee shirt off my body, leaving my body fully displayed to him. My nipples pucker as his mouth makes its way to kiss and lick my breasts. I’m writhing at his touch.
“You are so fucking beautiful, and you’re mine. Say it. Say that you’re mine.” He stops touching me.
“Don’t stop!” I gasp.
“I’m yours, Jared; you know that.” He seems satisfied with my answer as he kisses a path down my stomach.
“If anything happened to you I would never forgive myself,” He rasps as he continues to torture me with his mouth.
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I whisper, running my hands through his hair.
He spins me around so my back is on the bed as he kneels on the floor.
When his mouth meets my center, I gasp and he hums in approval.
“You’re so sweet, so fucking perfect.” He continues to devour my body and claim it as his.
“Ahhh…Jared!” I yell, tugging his head closer to me. He adds two fingers and I almost explode.
“I only need you, baby. You are my fucking everything.” He sucks, nips, licks, and then bites my seam. I buck off the bed in pure ecstasy. When I look down to him he grins up at me.