20. Chapter 20

One week later…

"Fuck, JJ, grind down harder…" I groan gruffly, biting down on my lower lip. Jeyla doesn't hesitate and follows my command. "Oh, yes, baby right fucking there…"

"Uhm… have you guys forgotten that you have guests over or would you like us to leave?" My eyes snap open and I glare at my twin sitting opposite me, her identical green eyes staring back at me in revulsion while she's holding a bowl of ice cream.

"I have a stiff neck, what do you want from me?" I grumble, resting my head back against Jeyla's chest as she continues to knead her thumbs into the column of my neck which has been stiff and aching for days now, making it impossible for me to sleep.

Ashlyn sets her spoon down and leans forward. "I'd like for you to appreciate your massage in silence. Honestly, it feels like I'm watching the start of a low budget porn show over here." Her words make me chuckle and I hear JJ join in behind me. It's a sound I've missed deeply for over a year.

But ever since our return, Jeyla and I haven't had a moment alone. Our house has been constantly filled with family; parents, siblings, even extended relatives once news broke that I was indeed alive. The house feels more like a bustling hive than a peaceful refuge with all the people coming in and out. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful to my family, my parents and Ash for checking in and wanting to spend time with us, but fuck me I just want some alone time with Jeyla and DJ.

The room feels emptier than ever before, void of Oscar's presence who we are used to having around as part of our little group. He'd moved out by the time we got back, and I can't help but feel forlorn knowing how difficult this must be for him. Losing Jeyla is not something that is easy to get over... I should know, I've been where he is many times. I know how it feels loving her from afar. Jeyla misses him, too. Sometimes when she's distracted doing something she'll mistakenly call me Oskie .

The tension is palpable between us. It feels like an elephant sucking the air out of the room whenever we're together... which isn't a whole lot since I've been back. I've been putting off having that awkward conversation with him, but I think it's important that we do talk it out before it festers and becomes bigger than it really is. We are brothers after all.

The Oscar drama aside, I've been mostly stuck in bed resting while my ribs heal. Jeyla insisted I went to hospital and wouldn't listen when I told her my ribs were likely just bruised. Of course, I was right and naturally I didn't miss the opportunity to rub her pretty face in it.

There's still so much that is up in the air and broken between us, and I'm hoping we can work it out and go back to being us. Our relationship is in a state of limbo. While it will be hard at first because Jeyla—as you would expect—still has her guard up, but I'm determined to penetrate those walls... and her. Fuck am I aching to penetrate her.

With my bruised ribs and things being so strained between us we haven't done much but kiss a couple of times. We're not even sleeping in the same bed at the moment. I'm in the guest room and she's in her room, and it's fucking killing me. I'm trying to respect her space and let her come to me, but I'm starting to get the impression she's anxious over us being alone together. Without any imminent threats looming over us, everything feels a little too real. Too many unspoken words linger between us and we're both hesitant to broach the subject in fear of where it will lead.

Jeyla's hands move deliberately over my bare shoulders.

The struggle I feel on the daily to restrain myself from touching her whenever I want is almost unbearable. My hands ache to explore every inch of her sensational body. The urge to pin her against the nearest surface just to remind her how good we fit together consumes me. I can taste the heat between us, pulsing stronger with each passing moment we're both fighting the pull. It's starting to feel a lot like we're back to how we used to be years ago, before we officially got together and was sneaking around, unable to keep our hands off each other.

Ahh, as exasperating as it was, I would give anything to go back to those days and relive it all over again with her.

"Hey, you okay?" Jeyla's voice hums in my ear, pulling me from my thoughts. Lifting my gaze, I meet her inquisitive gaze and smile.

"Yeah, I'm good." Lifting her hand that's resting on my chest I press a kiss to her wrist just over her pulse point and I feel it quickening against my lips. Jeyla's fingers brush against my cheek and she sighs.

"Oh, here we, here we go. These two are giving each other the smouldering eyes again. Shane, we better go baby, before we really do witness a live sex show."

Thank God, my sister finally takes the hint.

My fingers curl at the nape of her neck and I'm drawing her lips to mine, they barely touch when I feel a pillow hit the side of my face from across the room. "I said we're leaving!" Ash announces and I turn to glare at her.

"BYE!" I retort and throw the pillow back at her and the little bitch sniggers at my annoyance. "You know where the fucking door is. Don't let it hit your arse on the way out."

"Dean, stop being rude." Jeyla chastises me and looks over at Ash. "It's still early, you guys don't have to leave, we'll behave."

"No, we won't." I interject and Jeyla's eyes veer back to me and she widens them, silently telling me to shut up. "Looking at me like that isn't doing anything but making me hornier, JJ." Jeyla's soft rosy lips lift into a bashful smile as the heat between us travels up to her cheeks giving them a ruddy glow. "Ash, I love you, but get lost," I almost growl. "Shane..."

"I hear you, bro." Shane picks up Ashlyn, throws her over his shoulder and carries her out of the house while she squeals all the way to the door. The front door opens and the moment it clicks shut behind them I offer Jeyla a wicked grin.

"Alone at last," I murmur, pulling her down into my lap so she's straddling my hips. "Fuck me, I thought they'd never leave."

"Dean, that was incredibly rude."

With a deep sigh, I nod slowly and gently brush my fingers through the soft, silky strands of her hair. The light catches on the strands, creating a shimmering halo around her head. As I pull the loose strands away from her face, I am struck once again by her undeniable beauty.

"JJ," I whisper, "it's been absolute chaos around here since we've been back. We haven't had a single moment alone together, and the constantly repeating myself, it's starting to take its toll."

"Well, that's what happens when you come back from the dead apparently," she responds with a wry smile. Her words hold a hint of playful teasing, but also a tinge of sadness. "It's only natural for people to be curious and want answers, Dean. These people were all at your funeral. They mourned your death, and now a year later you just pop back up. Can you blame them for wanting some explanation?" I reach for her hand, intertwining our fingers and bringing them to my lips for a soft kiss.

"I know, I just want some peace and quiet even if it's for a little bit."

Jeyla smiles understandingly and leans in closer to me, offering comfort in her presence. "Well, it's quiet right now and we're alone..."

A suggestive smile tugs at my lips as my hands start to wander up her smooth bare thighs where her cotton shorts have ridden up. "I'm scared if I lean in to kiss you someone's going to knock at that door and I'm going to be forced to shoot them."

Jeyla laughs softly, "It's almost ten o' clock at night. Who comes to visit at this time of night other than your sister?"

"The other notorious cockblocker known as my mother?"

Jeyla grins, "Hm, fair enough."

"So..." I utter as my head dips and I brush a tender kiss to her collarbone, and when Jeyla sighs lustfully in response, a hot shiver travels up my spine and spreads across my entire body igniting every single nerve ending in its wake.

"So..." Jeyla's response is a breathy one.

"Are you still firm on us taking things slow or...?" As my lips leisurely travel up her throat, Jeyla grinds herself against my throbbing erection and I groan audibly.

"Uhm... I think it would be wise to take things slow," Jeyla moans, her teeth sink into her bottom lip as her head tips back to give me more room to kiss and suck on her neck.

"I can go slow," I whisper with a groan, nipping at her earlobe and relishing in the way her body trembles. " Painstakingly slow if that's what you want, baby girl."

A quaky breath escapes from Jeyla's lips when I grip her hips and grind my erection over her pussy, and she rocks against me back and forth. I can feel the heat of her arousal seeping through the thick material of my jeans, and I already know she's wet and ready for one of our wild and passionate fucks. My teeth sink into the flesh of her throat, and she hisses, arching her back. "Ahh, fuck."

"Show me what you want, baby," I whisper against her skin as my tongue traces a slow, teasing path up her throat. She grinds against me, her hips undulating in time with my movements.

"Use Daddy's cock to make yourself come," I growl, watching as she shakes with need. "I want to see you shuddering in ecstasy, your body pulsing against mine as you make yourself come over my cock." The words hang in the air for a moment between our parted lips before Jeyla grabs my jaw and crushes her lips to mine.

Fuck yes, there's my salacious girl.

Gone is the premise of taking things slowly; our tongues clash in a frenzied dance as we continue to strip each other bare.

"Get the fuck on the sofa," I command, lifting her off my lap and onto the soft cushions. Without hesitation, Jeyla positions herself at the edge of the sofa while I kneel between her legs, gazing hungrily at her glistening pussy. My mouth waters at the sight and I can't resist licking my lips in anticipation.

"Spread your legs wider," I urge, watching as she follows my instructions without hesitation. "Good girl, oh, come here." I whisper, pulling her down onto my face and breathe in her intoxicating scent. "Now fuck my face until I'm drowning in your cum." With a whimper, she grinds herself onto my waiting mouth and I give her a slow, teasing lick from her entrance all the way up to her swollen clit.

The taste of her arousal explodes on my tongue, momentarily overpowering my senses and leaving me lightheaded.

Jeyla's gasps and moans fill the room as she reaches out to grip the back of the sofa, her body writhing sensually against my mouth. I can feel her hips rocking in time with my tongue, each motion pushing her closer to the peak of pleasure that I can see building within her. My hands roam over her body, exploring every curve and dip, kneading her perfect ass and pulling her down harder against my mouth.

I pause to suck on her engorged clit and she lets out a whimper of pleasure. "Ohh fuck, Dean, I'm gonna come," she cries out in ecstasy. But I have no intention of stopping now. I want more of her.

My tongue flicks back and forth against her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Slowly, I slide two fingers inside her tight, dripping cunt and target her g-spot with precision. Jeyla throws her head back in rapture and cries out again.

I can feel her muscles tighten around my fingers as she nears the brink of orgasm. I continue to stimulate her relentlessly, wanting to prolong this moment for both of us. Finally, with a loud moan, Jeyla reaches the peak and floods my fingers and face with her release. As she rides out the waves of pleasure, chanting my name again and again I watch in awe and satisfaction. The way my name rolls of her tongue while she climaxes sends an electric shockwave straight to my cock which pulses perilously with need.

There isn't a woman on this earth that can or will ever affect me the way Jeyla does. There have been times she's made me come just by watching her orgasm.

As she basks in the aftermath of her orgasm, I savour every single drop of her release. Her body jumps and shudders as my tongue continues to lightly glide over her sensitive clit, eliciting gasps and whines from her. Her green eyes, glistening like emeralds, gaze down at me with a mixture of pleasure and awe. "Dean..." she breathes out, but I can't stop myself. "Please... stop," she pleads, unable to resist my insistent ministrations.

My lips continue their gentle caresses on her clit, causing her eyes to roll back and her body to arch in ecstasy. "I can't do that, baby," I whisper against her skin, my fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs. "You know how much I value aftercare."

"Aftercare?" Jeyla pants, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Who said we're done?" my brows rise and I stare up at her. Jeyla smiles prettily, "Take me to the stars, Captain."

Oh, fuck.

Upon hearing those words, I can feel the beast shaking awake inside of me. In one swift motion I flip Jeyla onto her back and I'm crawling over her, my eyes staring intently into hers.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Jeyla nods, reaching down her soft hand curls around my cock and she strokes my length from base to tip. I stare into her eyes, "Beg," Jeyla's eyes light up and she licks her lips. "Beg for it,"

"Dean, please…"

The slow stroke of her thumb over the ridge of my cock is driving me crazy and I want nothing more than to fill that pretty fucking mouth. Leaning close enough that my lips are touching hers, I speak in a low gruff tone that I know she can't resist. "Use your words, baby girl. I want to hear you."

"Please, fuck me, Daddy."

A low groan escapes my throat and I push my hips forward, my body needing more of her touch. "Have you missed being fucked like Daddy's dirty little whore?"

Jeyla's eyes darken with desire. "Yes, Daddy."

"Open up that pretty little mouth." Jeyla's lips part as I shuffle forward and lean over her, brushing my cock over her soft full lips. "Now show me how desperate you are for Daddy's cock." Jeyla's tongue darts out and flicks over the ridge of my cock, licking teasingly before she takes me deeper into her mouth. "Oh fuck , JJ!"

"Hey, bro."

My brother looks up from the hood of his car when he hears me and then goes right back to fiddling with the engine. "Hey."

"You alright?" Oz nods, reaching over to pick up a wrench that's sitting on the side.

"Yeah, I'm good," he answers casually as he loosens the nut with the wrench and gives me an inquisitive look. "Are you alright?"

Fuck. I hate this. I can face off with hostiles pointing guns in my faces and I won't bat an eyelid, but having this conversation with Oz is making me nervous as shit. "Yeah, I'm good. Came to visit mum and thought I'd check in on you. Not seen much of you around since I've been back."

Oz nods, keeping his eyes cast down as he uses a dirty rag to wipe the engine oil that's leaked off of the cambelt. "I know, I've been busy with work, end of year exams is coming up soon, so I've been prepping for that too. How you feeling now everything is over? You all settled back in at home?"

Sighing, I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans and shrug. The tension in the air is stifling. "Yeah, I'm all right. Relieved, mostly. It's been a hectic week, but it's nice to be home and to have some sense of normalcy again." Oz's head bops up and down from under the hood as he nods in understanding. "I was uh, hoping you and I could sit and talk for a minute."

"Talk about what?"

"You know, me being back, you and Jeyla... we just sort of left things up in the air. It's clear you're keeping your distance which is fine, but Jeyla and DJ really miss you, bro."

Oz drops the dirty rag that he's holding and leans against the car while he regards me closely. "I miss them too, but a lot has happened lately and the last thing I want is to cause any issues for you and Jeyla. I love you both and I promise you there's no animosity or resentment toward either of you. I just think me staying away for a while is what's best right now for all of us. You know me, I don't like awkward shit."

"You know I would have stepped aside if Jeyla had reciprocated your feelings."

Oz smiles softly, but I can still see the sadness embedded in the depths of his brown eyes at the mention of her name. "First of all, no you wouldn't, because I know the two of you well enough to know that you're incapable of staying away from each other. And you know I wouldn't have let you anyway. And secondly, I can never give Jeyla what you can, Dean. Even if she did have feelings for me, she would have been settling and I don't want that. I want to be—and deserve to be—loved by someone as fiercely and unconditionally as I would them. Even if there was a chance for us to be together, I would always wonder if she's comparing me to you. If we didn't stand a chance when we thought you were dead, what chance would we have had to make it work with you around?"

My eyes drop to the floor and I stare at the beer cap between my feet. "Yeah, you're right. If she did choose you, I wouldn't have stuck around anyway, because like you said, I wouldn't be able to trust or control myself, not where she's concerned."

"I know, which is why I'm happy you're back together. It's where you both belong," Oz explains, pulling a cigarette from the box and lighting it. "There's only ever been room for you in Jeyla's heart. Until her last breath that girl will always be yours, Dean." Oz advises while I sigh, staring off into the distance at the neighbour's all white cat digging away at the patch of green in our front garden. "What is it?" he questions, picking up on my disinclination.

"I'm being awarded with a Victoria Cross for the whole Lukin operation."

My brother's brows furrow and he gives me a bewildered look. "Okay, that's a good thing in your line of work, no? Why does your face look like you drank a pint of sour milk?"

"Because with the reward they offered me a job..." I explain, and Oz listens intently waiting for me to continue. "They want me to join an elite programme for the US Navy."

Oz stares at me. "Elaborate..."

"It's a programme where they pick the world's most elite fighter pilots to go on high stakes operations. I'll eventually graduate to an instructor. It's almost impossible to get into and it's every pilot's dream and a damn privilege to be chosen and if I accept, I'll have to move to the States, which means..."

"Higher risks and more dangerous missions," I nod and Oz shakes his head. "Dean, you can't be serious. You can't do this to Jeyla again. You have a family to think about. How are you even considering this. Are you fucking kidding me?" The frosty bite in my brother's tone has me flinching inwardly.

"I'm not considering it, I already declined the offer, but they asked me to reconsider joining the programme for a year and after that there's an opportunity for me to be an instructor." Oz pins me with a disapproving look and shakes his head. "Do you think Jeyla will consider coming with me?"

"Are you seriously asking that question? You're talking about the girl who snuck onto a military operation in the trunk of a car where she could have been killed... again ." My jaw clenches when I think back to that day and how close I came to losing her.

"When are you going to get it, Dean? Jeyla will follow you into depths of hell without hesitation. The real question is, are you selfish enough to put her in a position where she's left all alone in a foreign country with DJ while you're gone for months at a time on missions?"

"Before you even take this to her, you need to sit and think about what is truly important you, Dean. If you were single, yes it would be the opportunity of a lifetime, but you have responsibilities, a family to think about." Oscar explains.

"I don't need to remind you that you barely just survived the last mess. Is this opportunity worth you risking losing your family over? Because, I assure you, that's what will come if you even consider taking this offer."

I nod meekly, "I know."

If it ever came down to choosing between my job and Jeyla, I would choose Jeyla of course. It wouldn't even be a question. And as selfish as it is deep down, the undying thrill-seeker in me, the part of me that craved danger and risk, isn't quite ready to ground his wings just yet.