Chapter Fifteen

J axon closes his bedroom door behind me and locks it.

My stomach flips, and I shift my weight as he crosses the room and sits on the edge of his four-poster bed, pats the space next to him, and waits.

"I don't know how you'll react to taking a hit off a joint, so I have a better idea," he explains when I hesitate. He pulls the joint out of his pocket, along with a lighter.

I take a small step toward him, then pause. I don't know if this is a good idea. Dad lost his shit when he smelled weed in Jaxon's bedroom when we were in high school. He brought Jaxon to his office, and I heard the beating—which is nothing new, but it's still terrible that he did that to Jaxon.

He lights the end of the joint and puffs it until large plumes of smoke roll out of his nose and mouth. He sucks more of the skunk plant into his lungs and holds it for a moment before he blows it out.

I frown. "So you're just going to hot box me or something?"

He lowers the joint, his eyelids drooping as he relaxes from the few hits. "No." He jerks his head to the side, gesturing to where he wants me. "Sit."

Sighing, I join him on the bed and sit on the edge. Jaxon maneuvers me way too easily as he holds the joint between his lips and drags me into the middle of his bed. He sets me on his lap, my back against his chest and my rear on his crossed legs. He wraps his arm around my middle, his hand resting on my side to keep me in place, as if I'm about to run away like I did earlier. I shift, trying to hold some of my weight off of him so I'm not crushing his dick with my big butt. Jaxon tightens his hold, forcing me to sit directly on his groin.

"Doesn't that hurt?" I ask.

He taps my love handle. "Quite the opposite," he murmurs in my ear. "Now turn your head toward me."

I suppress a shudder that wants to break loose. I turn my head and realize just how close our faces are. He meets my stare and sucks the unlit end of the joint, grabs my jaw, and holds me in place while he lowers his mouth to mine. I freeze, my stomach somersaulting at the gentle press.

He licks my bottom lip, smoke curling out as he waits for me to open up to him. I breathe shakily as I do, his tongue flicking my upper lip as he eases the plume of smoke into my mouth. Time stands still, and every part of me becomes sensitive.

I can't fight this anymore. I want him so fucking bad that it hurts.

I suck in the smoke, and my stomach flips as he keeps his lips against mine, barely moving in gentle kisses. My head spins and bright dots flash behind my closed eyelids. I don't even know when I closed them.

"Relax," he murmurs. His breath joins mine, and I realize my mouth is still open. I close my lips, but Jaxon doesn't pull away. "How do you feel?"

Leaning into him, I crane my neck toward him and wish this would never end. "I-I..." I swallow to wet my dry throat. "I'm still hurting."

I can't feel shit, but I want to see what Jaxon will do.

He leans back, and I curse in my head, regretting telling him that. That regret disappears as he takes a drag from the joint and crushes his lips against mine again. I eagerly open my mouth and suck in the smoke, coughing as it chokes me. Jaxon pulls back just a little so that I can get through the coughing fit. When it stops, I crack open my eyes and find him watching me with amusement and something else. Something...primal and hungry.

Jaxon's hand glides over my stomach, taking his time as he touches me. He sucks in another hit and puts the joint on the ashtray he pulled out. I barely have enough time to think before his lips are back on mine and he blows more smoke into my mouth. Even after I suck in the last wisps, he moves his mouth against mine in a gentle kiss that builds into a frenzy.

My head feels fuzzy, like I'm sinking back into my mind. Instead of pain, I feel only his hand gliding over my stomach under my shirt, teasing me with his gentle touches. There's a buzz beneath my skin. It could be the weed, but also his hand creeping upward, getting closer to my breasts.

"How are you now?" He pitches his voice lower and rumbles deep in his chest. His fingertips graze the underside of my breast.

Thank god I'm not wearing a bra. Maybe I should be cursing God, but I can't bring myself to do it. Not anymore. Not when a pulse builds between my legs and I wish Jaxon would dip his hand into my sweats to make me come.

"Still hurting," I say.

He inches higher, his palm gliding over my breast and testing the weight of it. I arch my back, pushing my breast further into his hand, realizing too late what I've done.

"Still hurting?" he croons. He twitches beneath me, and the hard outline beneath my ass might as well burn a hole through my clothes. He's hard and I want to touch him so badly, but I can't seem to move.

Jaxon's lips move harder against mine, the kiss building as our tongues tangle together. I breathe harder and shift my hips to ease the ache.

"Shh, little sister," he whispers. "Where are you hurting?"

I follow his lead, unsure if I'm doing this right. I've never kissed before. Never went all the way with a guy, either. I should be ashamed that my first kiss is with my brother, but I'm not.

"Between my legs," I say softly, a tremble in my voice. It's the weed that's given me more of a backbone now. It has to be.

Jaxon nips at my lip and soothes the sting with his tongue. I moan as he flexes his fingers on my breast, squeezing it harder, like he can't help himself.

"Where between your legs?" he says, his mouth hovering over mine. "Show me."

I swallow hard and grab his wrist, dragging his hand down the front of my sweats. His fingers extend, and he curls them to cup my pussy. A small moan works out of me from the barest of touches. He growls and crushes his mouth to mine as he dips his middle finger between my folds and sweeps it up and down.

"Fuck, flower, you're sopping wet," he snarls into the kiss.

I nod and rock my hips against him, searching for the friction I need. My orgasm is right there, and he's barely touching me. I'm the fuse and he's the lighter. All we need is his spark for us to burn in the flames of our hunger and need for each other.

"Tell me what you need," he says with a rasp. He pulls back to watch my face as he dips his finger outside my entrance, teasing me by sinking it a knuckle deep, then pulling out. "What do you want me to do? "

"Rub my clit," I beg breathlessly.

A strange expression crosses his face. He's unsure, like he doesn't know where my clit is.

I shove the waistband of my sweats down, and he helps me as I kick them off so I'm sitting half-naked on his lap. I grab his hand, guiding his fingers to the bundle of nerves and rolling his fingertip on it. He's a fast learner and takes control, going at the same pace I showed him, then changing the rhythm. He watches my every expression, noting what makes me moan and jerk my hips.

"Jaxon," I gasp when he pinches my clit and rolls it between his fingertips.

His pupils expand until there's little brown left of his iris. I try to kiss him again, but he pulls back with a shake of his head. "I wanna watch you fall apart for me."

My mouth drops open as he sinks a finger inside me, expertly rolling his thumb on my clit like he's done this to me a thousand times. I arch my back and tense as my orgasm drags me away. My hips move on their own, riding his hand as he works me through the climax until I'm nothing but a puddle in his arms.

Jaxon's control snaps and he shoves me onto my back. He spreads my legs wide and hooks them over his shoulders as he settles on his stomach.

"Take your shirt off," he growls.

I snatch it off and throw it to the floor. My fingers burrow into his hair, pulling at the strands as he gazes at my pussy like it's the holy grail he's been searching for his whole life. He spreads my lips apart with two fingers, and his nostrils flare as he breathes in deep, holding it for a moment, like he doesn't want anything else but my scent. Reluctantly, he lets out the breath and swipes his split tongue up my folds, curling and flicking it against my clit.

I bite into my fist to keep from screaming at the jolt of pleasure that arcs from between my legs to my stomach and down to my toes. Jaxon licks me several more times, his eyes flicking up to my face, seeking my approval and guidance.

I never thought he'd be the type to submit or even be a giver, but the look of pure bliss—dark eyes clouded with desire and his mouth latched on me, eagerly lapping at me—clearly shows he longs for my approval.

I nod and spread my legs wider, my hips jumping off the bed with every flick of his split tongue on my clit. "I'm close," I whimper. I fist his wavy black hair, holding him in place. "Fuck me with your fingers. I want to feel you stretch me."

Jaxon shoots his hand between us, his finger teasing my weeping center before he plunges it inside me. I throw back my head, biting my bottom lip to keep quiet and avoid gaining our parents' attention.

"Come for me," he says huskily, then moans as my inner walls spasm around his finger. A second digit eases inside until he's stretching me to the point of pain.

I can't hold back the scream. Stars burst into my vision, and my ears ring as he sends me hurtling into the best climax I've ever had. Jaxon works me through every second of it, his tongue flicking against my sensitive clit and his fingers thrusting faster.

The climax fades, and my clit screams at me as Jaxon continues to flick his tongue over it. He pumps his fingers inside me, never slowing down. It's like he's searching for his own happy ending.

I yank Jaxon's hair in protest. "Jax?—"

I jump at the knock on the bedroom door.

"Dahlia?" Mom says, and knocks again. "Are you okay?"

Jaxon squeezes his arms tighter around me, his mouth still latched onto me like he's on a mission to send me to outer space for my next orgasm. I jerk my hips and whimper, only for him to yank me back to him .

I look toward the door with my heart in my throat and dread filling me. "I-I'm fine."

Jaxon doesn't move from his spot, clearly unbothered that my mom is on the other side of the door. His tongue continues lapping at my pussy, creating loud, wet sounds I'm scared she'll hear.

"You don't sound fine," she says.

The doorknob turns, and I jump up, only to slam back onto the bed from Jaxon catching me. He pins me down with his hand on my stomach and locks his arm around my thigh to keep me spread open for him.

"Why is the door locked?" Mom asks.

I look down at Jaxon, begging him with my eyes to say something, but he only smirks before sticking his long tongue inside me and curling it just right. My eyes roll into the back of my head.

"Dahlia Marie, open the door right now!" Mom bangs on the wood.

I convulse as I orgasm again. My teeth grind together, and I dig my heels into Jaxon's back as I fuck his face, pushing at the back of his head to smother him with my pussy.

The haze clears only a little, and Jaxon still eats me out, determined to make me come my goddamn soul out.

I forget Mom is outside, but then I clear my head enough to yell, "Don't tell Jaxon I'm in his room!"

Mom goes quiet for a moment, and I can hear the wheels spinning in her mind. She's always been a gossiper and a shit starter. "I'm getting him. This is unacceptable."

I melt into the mattress and throw an arm behind my head while still holding Jaxon to my cunt. Mom's footsteps fade, and it's just the two of us again.

I suck in lungfuls of air as I sweep my fingers through Jaxon's damp hair. His eyelids slide shut, and he groans into me as he grinds his pelvis into the mattress .

"Naughty, naughty little sister." He murmurs the words against my pussy and kisses my swollen clit, then opens his eyes and meets my heavy-lidded stare.

I swallow hard, and my eyelids slide shut from exhaustion. Jaxon stays between my legs, making me come one more time before he pulls away and gathers me in his arms. He sits up and has me straddle his lap, my arms around his shoulders as I rest the uninjured side of my face against his trap.

"What about you?" I mumble.

"Another time," he says, and pets the back of my head.

"I need to go into town."

"Take a nap first."

I nod and doze off while he holds me.