Forever Moore (Moore Family Book 1) Page 5

  Jake chuckles, and Letty just shakes her head. “Come on, Jake, get on with it. You know that is not why Tilly is so mad at you.”

  “I am trying to explain it all to him, so he sees how this is just an innocent misunderstanding.” Jake holds up his hands in self-defense.

  “There is nothing innocent about what you did,” Letty scolds Jake.

  “Fine, whatever. Anyway, Tilly got her feathers ruffled over it. Saying she doesn’t need to hear about how wonderful my cock is. I told her she was discriminating against me because I was a boy and her brother.” Jake rolls his eyes. “And that if I was a girl and her sister, she would talk to me about sex, just like she talks to Letty. Also, that it is only fair I mention how wonderful my cock is, since I had to listen to you give her four orgasms last night. Good job by the way, but I know you can do better.” Jake leans over and gives me a congratulatory pat on the shoulder.

  At this point, I am stunned, my mouth gaping open. Have I been gone for too long? Jake has clearly gotten dumber since I left. Only an idiot would say something like this to his sister. Unfortunately, I have a sneaking suspicion his story isn’t finished yet.

  Jake continues, “So, that made her get angry. She told me that it has nothing to do with my gender. That even if I was her sister, she would likely never talk to me about sex. Because talking about or thinking about sex with your sibling is wrong.”

  I can feel my face go pale as Letty slips another beer in my hand. I start chugging, because I know I am going to need a lot of alcohol. I can already tell how this story is going to end.

  “I told her that can’t be right, since she seems to have no problem fucking her brother—considering she fucked you again.” Jake shrugs his shoulders. “Well, you are basically our brother. I get not by blood, but for fuck’s sake, my parents treated you no differently than they treated any of us. They even grounded your ass, alongside Scott, when you two snuck out for that party. Anyway, she didn’t seem to like me calling her out on her hypocrisy.”

  “Ouch!” Letty slaps him upside the head again. I’m still chugging my beer and trying to process what this idiot said. “What the fuck, Letty? I told him, just like you asked. Now get me another beer. I need to wash this pain away,” Jake whines, begging Letty with his best puppy-dog eyes.

  “Jacob, you know that is not all of it.” Letty stands with her arms crossed, tapping her fingers on her elbow.

  “Oh god, there is more?” I cry to the heavens.

  Letty looks somber. I know she knows that whatever he is about to say, it is really bad. But I honestly cannot imagine anything worse than what he has already admitted. “Numb-nuts here, forgot the small detail of his story that officially sent Tilly into a state of pure rage and fury.” I set my beer down as Letty takes a deep breath. “This fucktard here, decided to point out to Tilly that you and Scott are basically twins. So essentially, when she is fucking you, she is fucking Scott—who is her biological brother.”

  All I see is red now. It is the only color in the world that currently makes sense. I feel Jake pat me on the back, trying to calm me down. I hear him mention an apology and a comment about how she will get over it… that he was just messing around.

  I turn to see Jake getting up, coming in to give me a makeup hug or some shit. I am not sure what comes over me, but I stand up and knee Jake as hard as I can in the nuts. I know the man-code states you should never hurt another man's balls, unless he is a sick pedophile or rapist or something. But in this case, I think any man would look past my indiscretion.

  He literally planted the worst thing in Tilly’s head he could have ever planted. I know Tilly... Right now, when she looks at me, she is only going to see Scott. And once Tilly sees something, she cannot unsee it. Like the time when she was a kid and she refused to eat brussels sprouts after watching Earnest Scared Stupid (just because Earnest made a comment about the “pods” looking like the gooey green vegetables).

  “Fuck, Jax. What the hell, man? You don’t ever kick another guy in the nuts,” Jake wails on the floor.

  Letty hands me another beer that I quickly chug. I am definitely getting tipsy now. I squat down next to him, and grab him by the shirt. I can feel this rage, a kind I have never felt before. I now understand why Tilly had the sudden urge to kick his ass.

  “You fucking reject. Do you understand what you just did? You know Tilly. You planted the most disturbing image and scenario you could in her head. She will not just forget this.” I can see things clicking into place for Jake as his guilt finally presents itself.

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, man.” Jake tries to apologize, but I already know it is too little too late.

  “Do you know how she looked at me before I came over here? She didn’t look at me like she used to—she looked at me with shame and disgust. Also, I could see her heart was broken. I am not sure if she will ever look at me the same again. Not to mention, she was just starting to act like Tilly again, finally moving past her grief. I was helping her, and now she won’t talk to me. Fuck, she won’t even look at me.”

  I sink down to sit on the sticky bar floor, holding my head in my hands. Panic is starting to settle in. Jake scoots closer and puts his arm around me, trying to offer some comfort. “I am sorry. I was just joking around and I took it too far. Tilly loves you. She will get over it. I will apologize and also point out how different you and Scott actually look.”

  “Jake, please—for the love of god—do not try and repair things with Tilly and me. I’m already certain that you have done irreparable damage. I cannot afford for you to do any more than you already have.”

  “Come on. You are being dramatic, dude. I am her twin. We share a special bond. If anyone can make it better, it is me.” Jake pats me on the back.

  Letty comes over and sits on the floor next to us. She leans her head on my shoulder. “I am sure she will get past it, Jax. When she calms down, I will try and talk to her.”

  Chapter 8

  Matilda

  It has been a week since the “incident” at the shop. I still haven’t talked to Jake. I cannot even look at Scott or Jax now. All that keeps going through my head is that I practically have been fucking my brother. Surprisingly, Jax is still here… though I am not sure why. He has been here for almost two weeks. I figured he would have gone to some far away tropical place by now.

  I feel bad for shutting him out. I am sure this is something we could work past. But what is the point? He is just going to leave me. He doesn’t belong in Tral Lake anymore. He belongs in tropical and exotic places that I will never see… and only ever read about. If I am being honest with myself, it doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t deserve him… or anyone really. Not after what happened with mom and dad.

  “Okay, I cannot take this shit anymore. What the hell is going on?” Robbie finally speaks up, setting down his paper.

  “Nothing,” I deadpan.

  “Bullshit, something is going on.” Robbie motions to Jake. “No one is talking to Jake, and he looks guilty as fuck.” Robbie gestures between Jax and I. “You and Jax look heartbroken.” Robbie points to Scott. “Scott looks annoyed. You won't look at either of them. What the hell is going on? A week ago, everything was starting to get better. Then, almost immediately, you guys started acting like this,” Robbie growls.

  “Ask Jake,” Scott comments. I know he is annoyed with all three of us at the moment. He tried talking to me about it, asking me to be an adult, but I just cannot look at him right now.

  “Jake, what happened?” Robbie asks.

  “Look, Robbie, I am sorry you feel left out. But it has nothing to do with you, okay?” I am too dead inside to relive all of the awful things Jake said. Besides, as soon as Jax leaves, everything will go back to normal. Well, whatever that means now.

  “Excuse me, Matilda? It absolutely has something to do with me. This is my family, and right now, all I see is my brothers and sister sitting around angry with each other.” Robbie crosses his arms over his chest. �
��Alright now, someone, speak up.”

  Scott, Jake, and Jax all take in a deep breath, knowing brothers was not the greatest statement to use right now—especially, in regards to Jax.

  “Okay, what was that? I know there is something. If you don’t start talking, I will make one of you talk,” Robbie states, staring at Jake, knowing he is the easiest to break.

  “Fine,” Jake says, knowing he will be the first one tortured. “I might have accidently implied that Tilly fucking Jax, is like her basically fucking her brother. Especially since Jax and Scott are practically twins.” Jake points at Jax and Scott, as if doing so makes his stance obvious.

  Robbie sits and stares for a moment, glancing at each one of us, before he bursts out laughing. “Are you fucking kidding me, right now?”

  We all just stare back at him. It is crazy. I can’t think of the last time I heard Robbie laugh like this.

  “Are you all that big of idiots? Grow the hell up. Jax, brother, I may love you like I love Scott, Tilly… and I guess, even Jake. You may have even grown up with me like the rest of my annoying ass siblings. And you basically are one too. But when it comes to Tilly, you have never been that to her. You two have never treated each other like siblings. You have been making googly eyes at one another ever since you were both old enough to make googly eyes.”

  I go to say something but Robbie holds up his hands, stopping me and pulling the big-brother-in-charge card right now.

  “Let me finish,” Robbie states. “As far as Scott and Jax being twins—although you both look similar, you are not twins and you two do not actually look anything alike. You might share similar mannerisms because you have been best friends for as long as you can remember. But you, Tilly—you fucking Jax…” Robbie shudders momentarily at the image. “...is not you subconsciously fucking Scott. So please, you all need to get over yourselves, be fucking adults, and move past this. We are a family, and we need each other more now than ever.”

  We all sit for another minute. Jax is looking at me with pleading eyes.

  “I’m sorry, Tilly. It was a shit thing for me to say. I honestly didn’t mean it. I was just trying to mess with you and get you to talk to me like we used to,” Jake says, like a wounded animal and while giving me puppy-dog eyes.

  “I forgive you, Jake,” I reply. Because I do forgive him. Robbie is right. We are just being stupid.

  “Good. Let's not bring this up again. Ever again. I have filled my lifetime quota of discussing who my baby sister is fucking—I really don’t want to think about it anymore.” Robbie ends the argument.

  The rest of dinner continues with light conversation. After everything is cleaned up, I sneak out to the patio. It is another clear night tonight and the stars always help calm me. It is getting too cold to sleep outside, but I still enjoy bundling up and gazing at them all the same. Part of me likes to hope, or believe, that mom and dad are up there amongst the stars and staring back down at me.

  I hear the door slide open and shut. I don’t need to turn around to know that Jackson is behind me. I can always sense where he is. Jax walks over to me. He sits on the end of the lounger, pulls my legs towards his lap, and begins rubbing my feet. I want to embrace his touch but, even if I let the whole brother thing go, Jax is still Jax. He can never really be mine.

  “Are we okay?” Jax asks. I can tell he is nervous.

  “I was never angry at you, Jax.” I wasn’t. If anything, I’ve been angry at myself.

  “Okay. Well then, why do you feel so distant from me? I feel like you are pushing me away.” Jax pleads for me to let him in.

  This is going to be difficult. But I should probably just be honest. “Because I am.”

  I feel Jax stiffen, as he stops massaging my feet. But he hasn’t dropped them yet. It is almost as if he is frozen in place, while he processes what I am telling him. “Why?”

  “Because we both know what this is, Jax.” He is only here because of what happened.

  “Clearly, we are not on the same page. So, if you could catch me up, I would greatly appreciate it.” Jax sounds offended by my accusation.

  I pull my feet away and sit on my knees, facing him. He turns and takes my hands into his own, and almost subconsciously, he begins to trace circles on my wrist. It is too easy to melt into his touch.

  “I am not naïve. We both know this is temporary and at any minute, you will be off somewhere exotic and I will still be here.” I rationalize with him.

  “Maybe I don’t want to leave again,” Jax says, shrugging his shoulders.

  “I can’t ask you to stay, Jax. I know how much you love your career. I am not trying to make you feel guilty. I am just being honest.”

  “I don’t need you to ask me, Tilly. I am telling you I want to stay.” He sounds vulnerable right now.

  “I don’t understand, Jax. I know how much you love what you do. I can tell based off of the pictures you take.” I blush, realizing I have admitted to keeping track of his work.

  “You read the magazine?” he asks with a knowing smirk.

  “Yea, mom and dad subscribed when you got hired on. We used to sit together every month, read it and look at where you had been. It was nice. Sometimes it made me feel like I was with you,” I admit.

  “Which one was your favorite?” he inquires.

  “I think the resort in Greece. The photographs you took there were so beautiful. But then, I saw all your personal images on your Instagram. The food, the clothes, the culture—it was amazing. Seeing all of that, I knew you were never coming back here.” I feel a tear running down my face at that sudden realization.

  Jax reaches over and brushes it from my cheek. “I thought you didn’t do social media? How did you follow my Instagram?”

  “Letty. We used to get together sometimes and scroll through your page. We decided to start planning a trip based off of your account. We figured who better to inspire our vacation than someone who vacations professionally.”

  He seems to ponder my statement for a moment. “Do you remember what you told me, when I asked you why you don’t do social media?”

  “Yea, because it is all fake. People only show you what they want you to see.” I remember Jax and Scott leaving for college. They tried to convince me to open a Facebook account so we could easily keep in touch. I told them that if they wanted to keep in touch, they could call or text. The idea of taking time out of my day to snap a picture of myself or post something about what I was thinking or feeling—it just seemed ridiculous to me. I also noticed how everyone on there only posts half-truths. Trying to show everyone else how perfect they were. When in reality, they were just as much of a train wreck as the rest of us.

  “Then you should understand that those photos were not telling the whole story.”

  “I know. I am sure that, while Greece was beautiful, there are still seedy back alleys and crime.” I chuckle. I can’t imagine an evil underbelly in Greece.

  Jax reaches towards me and grabs the back of my head. He pulls my face closer to his, so we are nose to nose. “No, Matilda. Those pictures didn’t show what I was missing… how lonely I am. Though I enjoyed going to all those beautiful places, I have realized how meaningless it all is… when I don’t have anyone to share those experiences with.”

  I close the distance and begin kissing Jax. He pulls me into his lap and deepens it. As we continue kissing, I rub myself against his hard cock. I know it may seem juvenile, but I definitely enjoy making out and dry humping Jax like we are teenagers again. As his hands move down and start grabbing my ass, I know he enjoys it too.

  “Fuck, Tilly,” Jax whispers as he starts kissing and biting my neck. His right hand moves up and under my shirt, grabbing my breast over my lounge bra. Because there is no padding, he can easily feel how hard my nipples are.

  “We should go upstairs, before one of my brothers comes out here,” I say, noticing we are out in the open.

  Jax reluctantly pauses his targeted ministrations. He then moves his hand back to
my ass. He quickly stands, pulling me up with him and instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist. While still carrying me, he walks us upstairs to my room. I don’t pay attention to see if any of my brothers have witnessed us, because honestly, I do not care.

  Once we make it to the room, I hear Jax fumble with the door before locking it behind us. As he sets me down on my bed, I stare back up at him. He is definitely the most handsome man I have ever seen. And at least, for right now and in this moment, he is mine—for however long it might be… Because, as I have recently learned the hard way, time is precious and not a second of it can be wasted.

  Jax quickly removes my clothes and then his. Obviously, this last week has left him pretty pent up. He kneels on the floor in front of me—positioned between my legs—as he pulls each ankle over his shoulders, so that I am now straddling his neck.

  “Lie back, Tilly.” I do exactly as he demands.

  Lying back, I glance down to where two mesmerizing cerulean eyes stare at me, Jax’s mouth upturned into a small grin. I know he is about to torment me. Turning his head but still trying to maintain eye contact, he begins kissing my inner thigh. After a dozen or so kisses on one side, he turns and starts the process over again on the other. At this point, I am shaking with anticipation.

  “Please, Jax,” I beg.

  He lifts an eyebrow at me. “Please what, Tilly?”

  “I’m dying over here, Jax. Come on!”

  He gives me a soft chuckle. “Is this not what you wanted?”

  “You know damn well what I want. If you don’t do it, I—” I am cut off by Jax giving me one long lick from bottom to top. I cannot help but moan. Once again, he has me so worked up that I know my orgasm is not far off.

  He continues with these long, slow and agonizing licks from bottom to top, only occasionally stopping and pressing a light kiss to my clit. His intention is to build this orgasm, but not give me the pressure that I need to release it. I cannot take it anymore. I reach down and grab his head, as best I can with my good hand, and hold him against my clit.