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  “Someone seems a little greedy?” Jax muses.

  “If you don’t make me come in the next five seconds, I will make sure to give you blue balls for the next week,” I threaten through clenched teeth.

  Jax sits up a little and looks at me with a stern brow. “Tilly, you already gave me blue balls for the last week.”

  “Jax, please.” At this point, I am legitimately begging him, something I typically do not do.

  He finally grants me mercy as he begins sucking and lightly biting my clit. I am just at the tipping point, when I feel two of his giant fingers pumping into me.

  “Oh. My. God. Jax.” Finally, my orgasm breaks free in all of its glory. I can feel my body shaking and convulsing around his fingers, still pumping inside of me, as he continues to press soft kisses onto my clit. I am so worked up that this orgasm rolls into a second one.

  I must black out for a minute while in the throes of ecstasy. Because now I am lying on my bed with Jax on top of me as he presses kisses into my neck, his cock nudging at my entrance.

  “Tilly, that was probably one of the hottest things I have ever witnessed,” he praises in between breaths.

  Jax then moves into a deep passionate kiss. I am able to taste myself on him, and it only turns me on more. It makes me possessive, as if I am marking him with my scent. I am not sure why, but sex always seems to turn me into a cave woman.

  While our tongues continue to interlock, Jax pushes inside me with one hard, deep thrust. It causes me to squeal… in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The feel of him fully sheathed is pure bliss. It is what I imagine heaven feeling like. This is my taste, reminding me to be good on this plane, so I can enjoy the same sensation for eternity in the next.

  Jax begins thrusting in and out of me, slowly almost pulling all the way out, before slamming back in. He is still being mindful of my injuries, though they are more healed this time around. It is nice, that even in the throes of passion, he still is thinking of my well-being.

  I feel the familiar build and push of my orgasm approaching. Jax seems to sense it as well, because he reaches between us to rub circles onto my clit. “Tilly, come now.”

  It is as if his command breaks my dam. I fall apart, attempting to strangle his cock inside of me. Jax continues thrusting deep and hard, like he is rendering little punches to my cervix. It hurts but the pressure feels good at the same time.

  As my orgasm starts to calm down, Jax gives one more giant thrust and finally, I feel the warmth of his liquid exploding inside of me. Being that I am already so sensitive from my previous orgasms, this additional stimulation sets off another mini one. It is almost a spiritual feeling—us coming together. It is like my body is sucking the orgasm out of him, and then breathing it back out of me.

  Tired and spent, we both collapse into the bed. Jax pulls me to his side, wrapping himself around me and lightly caressing the spot just above my cast.

  “When does this come off?” he inquires.

  “I go for a check-up in a few weeks. They said it was a clean break… that they were able to reset with screws. It could be five to eight weeks maybe.”

  “Does it still hurt?” he asks, continuing to lightly stroke his fingertips along my skin. My body feels so relaxed right now.

  “No, not really. I mean, sometimes… after I’ve been working all day, I get exhausted and it causes the little aches and pains to hurt more.”

  He kisses the top of the shoulder he has been caressing. “Well then, let's get you some rest now, Tilly.”

  “Good night, Jax.”

  “Good night, Tilly,” he replies, as we both drift off into post-orgasm rest.

  Chapter 9

  Jackson

  As the sun shines through the windows waking me, I glance around Tilly’s room. It hasn’t changed much since high school. Tilly still has a picture collage on the wall. She started it with the photographs I took with my first DSLR that her parents bought me for Christmas. It was the best gift I had ever received, and that camera was always attached at my hip. I captured still images of everyone and everything in town. But Tilly was always my favorite subject. Not in some creepy-perv way; she was still too young when I got that camera. But even as a dweeby little pre-teen, she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

  Tilly is not only beautiful on the outside, she is also drop-dead gorgeous on the inside as well. This internal beauty radiates from within, causing her to have this soft glow about her. No matter what she was doing—painting her nails, reading, doing homework, curled up on the lounger and staring at the stars—she always looked like some sort of untouchable goddess.

  I feel Tilly stirring awake, as she rubs her ass against my groin. If my dick wasn’t alive a minute ago, he sure is now. I lean down and press a kiss to her cheek, before whispering in her ear, “Tilly, unless you are ready for morning sex, please stop.”

  A wicked grin spreads across her face. Maybe she is not a goddess. Maybe she is a succubus instead. She appears ethereal, but as soon as you are close, she sinks her talons in you and sucks you dry. Regardless, it doesn’t matter to me. I will always gravitate towards her.

  Tilly gets out of bed naked and stands before me. She stretches her arms above her head, looking delectable as fuck at the break of dawn. Not to mention, she has the kind of hair that says she was royally fucked last night. Knowing I did that to her sets me off inside.

  I scoot off the bed and stand in front of her, showing her all of my morning glory. Her eyes go wide, looking down at how hard I am for her already.

  “I think I am too sore to do much this morning,” Tilly says, gulping a little bit.

  I try not to look as disappointed as I feel. I am not upset. I know I was a little rough with her last night. And, well, I am a gentleman. I would never guilt her into taking care of my hard-on if she wasn't into it. Only a douche would do that. I can take care of myself in the shower—which has become a frequent routine for me since returning to the Moore household.

  I lean forward and give her an affectionate morning kiss. “While having sex with you is always fun, hearing that you are still recovering from me last night… well, that is about the best compliment you could ever give a guy.”

  She smiles at me. Then, I look down as I feel her hand grabbing and rubbing my length. “I might be too sore to handle this right now. But I am not too sore to make sure you get what you need this morning.”

  Before I have a moment to reply, Tilly drops to her knees. She presses a soft kiss to my head as she strokes up and down my shaft. Tilly continues delivering those same feather-light kisses and soft licks to my cock. She is definitely teasing me this morning. I guess, I deserve a little payback for last night. But being on the receiving end of mischievous foreplay… it isn’t as enjoyable as giving it.

  I hear Tilly hum as she licks me from the base to the head. “I can still taste myself on you this morning.” She practically purrs as she says it.

  “Does tasting yourself on me, turn you on?” God, I am so close to coming and she hasn’t even put me in her mouth yet.

  “Yes, it is like marking you as mine.”

  “Fuck. Tilly, I am yours.”

  Apparently, that was the magic phrase because I am quickly rewarded with Tilly taking me into her mouth as far down as she can go. I can feel my head tickling the back of her throat. Tilly bobs up and down a few times and my balls tighten, ready to explode.

  I reach and grab Tilly’s head as a courtesy, letting her know I am about to finish at any moment. She seems to know exactly what I mean, because the next thing I know, she is taking me down her throat and squeezing my balls. I am a goner. As soon as she squeezes, I can feel myself emptying into her esophagus.

  As Tilly sucks me dry, I enjoy the sensation of her swallowing down my load. The moment she slowly pulls her mouth off my shaft—releasing me with a popping “p”, Tilly starts to lick me clean, causing me to shiver and nearly collapse to the floor. She knows how ticklish I am after I come, and she is p
urposely fucking with me.

  I glance down at her. She is still kneeling, looking up at me and trying to appear innocent. “Oh, I am sorry. Are you ticklish?”

  Before she knows what is happening, I bend and pick her up, tossing her lightly and unceremoniously onto the bed. I hover over her, pinning her down so she cannot escape. “I think you remember very well that's where I am ticklish. But if I recall correctly, so are you? And unfortunately for you, you are ticklish in a lot more places than I am.”

  “Jackson Lee Harris, no, you don’t.” She gives me her no-bullshit expression.

  I lightly graze my fingertips along her side, causing her to shiver. “Please, Jax, no. I hate being tickled.”

  I continue softly tickling her side, getting closer to her armpit, fully aware that it will send her off. I know she hates being tickled. We used to torture her with it when we were younger. I remember this one time, Jake had chased her down the hallway as she was trying to crawl away, only to capture her and tickle her more. I thought she was going to pass out from exhaustion or something from him tickling her so much.

  “Fine, Tilly. I will not tickle you.” I see the look of relief on her face. “Right now.”

  Ha! She will be paranoid for at least a week, wondering when her time will come. Though, honestly, the only reason I am saving her from the tickling she deserves is because of that damn cast. When you tickle Tilly, she goes wild, thrashing her whole body. Knowing my luck, she will end up breaking my nose with that thing, and consequently hurting herself. So, she is safe, for now.

  I give her a quick kiss on the nose, before getting up. If I lie on her naked any longer, my greedy dick will come back to life. “Come on, let's take a shower and get downstairs. It smells like Scott is making something delicious down there.”

  Tilly stands up, giving me a brief peck on the cheek, before shaking her ass seductively on her way to the bathroom. That little cock-tease. She looks back at me over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”

  “In about two minutes, you will be.”

  She laughs, walking further into the bathroom and turning the water on. I follow her in. As we shower, I do make sure she comes at least two more times this morning. If this is what life with Tilly could be like, I am not sure I ever want to leave again.

  Chapter 10

  Matilda

  Jax and I walk into the kitchen, hand in hand. Robbie, looking more like our father every day, sits at the counter drinking his coffee and reading the paper. Jake is seated at the end, shoveling food in his mouth. And (as always) Scott is at the stove, frying up some delectable-smelling omelets.

  Scott is such an amazing cook. I hope we can expand the cafe soon and offer a full-service option. He already prepares baked goods at a commercial kitchen in town, which he stocks inside the cafe. But if we could get one of our own in the shop and offer a full breakfast menu, I know we would always be packed. With the exception of the diner, we don’t have any breakfast eateries in town.

  Scott is the first to notice Jax and I enter the kitchen. Glancing up, he smiles at me. But then, as he looks down at our joined hands, he scowls. Instinctively, this causes me to untwine our fingers. Jax doesn’t appear to be aware of the weird look Scott is giving us.

  “Morning, Tilly, would you like an omelet?” Scott inquires. He seems a little guarded right now. I will make sure to talk to him about this later.

  “Yes, please. The usual.” This at least gets Scott to smile. He proceeds to make me the best mushroom, spinach, bacon, and feta omelet.

  Robbie clears his throat still reading the paper, or at least I think he’s still reading it. For some reason, he is not making eye contact with me. “I think I am going to start staying back at my place,” he announces unexpectedly.

  I guess this shouldn’t surprise me. I mean, he does have his own place. Not to mention, staying in mom and dad's old room must be weird. I know I wouldn’t be able to sleep in there. I honestly don't think I could even step foot in there right now. I still remember when he first moved out to this little apartment above his garage. He said that Jake and I were annoying as fuck, and that he needed to get the hell away from us. Honestly though, I think he just said that to cover up the fact he was moving so that I could have my own room (when Jake took over his). I was fourteen, and it was a little weird still sharing a bedroom with my brother.

  “Yea, I think I need to go back to my place as well. While bunking with Jax like old times has been fun…” Scott turns and gives Jax a pointed look. “...we are too old to keep sharing a room,” Scott adds, rubbing the back of his neck and seemingly just as uncomfortable as Robbie.

  The sadness and disappointment on my face must be evident. I know Scott and Robbie have their own places, and their own lives. And it’s not like they are that far away. I see both of them almost daily, between Moore Books and Coffee and helping Robbie at the shop, balancing his books. But the thought of them leaving and knowing Jax will be gone soon enough, all while Jake is frequently sleeping at the station—I am just not prepared for how quiet and empty this house is about to become.

  “Hey, Tilly, don’t cry. What’s wrong?” Robbie asks, taking on his role of a concerned big brother. Wiping a tear from my face, I look down at it. I didn’t even realize I was crying.

  Jax pulls me into his embrace. Though it is comforting, I know I need to hold back a little from sinking into him. It wouldn’t be fair of me to depend on him, and then to make it a habit. When he leaves, it will end up shattering me. I’m broken enough as it is. I don’t need to add another heartbreak to the situation.

  “Sorry, you guys.” I quickly brush the tears away from my eyes. “I don’t mean to be all emotional. It’s just... I am not sure I am ready to be alone here yet.”

  “Don’t apologize, Tilly,” Robbie says, rubbing my shoulder. “We aren’t going to leave you alone. I will stay if you want me to. It is just that…” He rubs his hand over his face. “…I don’t want you to take this the wrong way Tilly, but it is a little awkward staying here with you and… Jax.”

  This immediately makes me stop crying. I can feel myself turn beet red as I glance at each one of my brothers, getting the message loud and clear. Only Jake seems completely unfazed by the concept of Jax and I bumping uglies. But Jake has always been a weirdo, I guess.

  Now completely mortified, I put my face in the palm of my hands. I cannot look at any one of them. “Oh. My. God.”

  “You sure do like to say that a lot?” Jake adds, chuckling and fueling my humiliation all the more.

  “Look, Tilly, don’t be embarrassed. It is just a little awkward.” Scott tries to comfort me. I look up at him. “But hey, my lease is almost up. I know Jake is hardly here, and pretty soon Jax will be back doing his thing,” Scott says, glaring at Jax. “So, I can move back in. I know you will need help around here, and I don’t want you to be alone.”

  I feel Jax stiffen next to me as I glance at him. I notice he is giving Scott a pointed stare I have never seen before. It appears as though he is angry or annoyed with Scott, which is weird. Why would he care if Scott moved in with me? It makes sense. I will need the help. The house is big and we have a few acres of land that need to be maintained.

  “Thank you, Scott, but I would hate for you to give up your privacy and freedom to come live with your baby sister and brother,” I offer. As much as I would love the help, I don’t want to put my brother out.

  “Hey, no way. It would be awesome. Not to mention, I could save on rent and look into expanding the cafe. Honestly, you would be doing me a favor,” Scott says, giving me a giant smile as though I am doing him a larger kindness than he is doing for me.

  “Well, in that case, I think that sounds like a good idea. I know I will need the help.” Jax’s gaze turns back to me. Now, he looks almost sad or disappointed. I am not sure what his deal is? But we will talk about it later. Right now… really isn’t the time.

  “Don’t worry. You and Jax getting jiggy with it doesn’t scare me away.�
� Jake pats Jax on the shoulder. “Besides, I still need to give you some pointers, man. Four orgasms is for the minor leagues, dude, but I’m here to help you make it pro.”

  Everyone collectively groans at Jake. “Seriously, dude, stop talking about our baby sister’s orgasms. It is creepy,” Scott wails, throwing a dirty dish towel at Jake. While what he says is absolutely disgusting, I am happy he breaks the tension in the room. We are all able to continue eating our breakfast and making small talk. I can sense something is still bothering Jax. But he doesn’t seem angry anymore, just a little withdrawn.

  Chapter 11

  Jackson

  After breakfast was over, Tilly went out with Letty. I think they are planning to get their nails done, or something? As much as I miss Tilly right now, I am happy that she is spending time with Letty. I know she is still grieving, but keeping that in mind, it is nice seeing her start to find her new normal.

  Robbie took off shortly after breakfast. He already had his bag packed. I will admit I was excited to hear that he and Scott were going back to their places. I am sure it has been weird staying in his parents’ room. Then Scott and I, with the exception of a few nights I’ve been with Tilly, have been sleeping in our old bunk beds. Now that I think about it, I still cannot understand how we made it through high school in those things.

  I knew Jake wasn’t going anywhere but honestly, he is barely even here. He sleeps at the station and is on call a lot. As weird as I think it is, I know he could care less about hearing Tilly and me have sex. I’ve tried to keep it quiet—because I am not a monster and I know that it is awkward for Scott and Robbie. But Jake, he has always been a sex fiend. Not in a bad way. We have talked about it in the past. He almost views sex as like a hobby. He is all about physical pleasure, and with the exception of his family, he does not discriminate. I have seen him hook up with girls of all shapes, colors, and sizes.