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Ellie

“Alright… where’s the pizza? I’m fucking starving.” Jaydon asks, just outside the kitchen entrance. He glances over to me as I check my texts from his sister while he toes off his work boots in the mud room.

“She said they will be here in about ten minutes. Then hopefully we can get the rest of my things unloaded this evening.” A wave of dizziness washes over me. I press a hand to the side of my head. “Ugh, I’m gonna go sit on the couch while I wait. I’m still feeling a bit dizzy.”

His eyes quickly cut to mine, concern etched in his face. “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the urgent care or something?”

“No, no, I’m okay. I think it’s just because I haven’t eaten anything today. I will be okay once I eat. It happens sometimes.” I reassure him, waving him off .

I make my way towards the living room connected to the kitchen and settle onto the couch, pulling off my oversized hoodie. I lay my head over, nestling into the oversized pillows—ones I'm sure Haleigh had a hand in picking, and snuggle up.

“Don’t worry. Ryan and I will get everything unloaded. You just relax and take care of yourself.”

“Thanks, but I’m truly fine though,” I say as another wave of dizziness hits.

I glance up and see him walking towards me, carrying a glass. “Here, I only had orange juice in the fridge. Drink this. Hopefully, it will help until the food gets here, or I can get you some crackers or something.”

Sitting up, I take it from him, caught a little off guard. This is so fucking bizarre. “Aww, Jay, you’re too sweet. Just this is fine.”

“Don’t get used to it, Peachy.” He replies with a wink and that cocky smile of his.

And there he is—back to his normal programming.

After taking a large gulp, I lower the glass and glance up… only to find him just standing there beside the couch, still watching me. I slowly lick my lips, catching all the remnants of orange juice before speaking.

“Why are you staring at me?” My eyes flutter up at him.

Jaydon

She should know why I'm fucking staring at her; she's fucking gorgeous. Her pouty lips wrapped around the rim of the glass remind me of the night they were wrapped around my dick. Her long lashes flutter up to me as she licks her lips.

Fuck, I spin away from her and make my way back over to the kitchen, I can't fucking look at her right now.

She took her hoodie off, and the thin tank top she's wearing is doing nothing to hide her more than a handful of tits, that are spilling out of her top. Once I'm out of her view I reach down and palm my raging dick that’s straining hard against my jeans. I’ve got to fucking calm down.

How the fuck am I supposed to live with this sexy ass woman?

She's been here all of ten fucking minutes, and I already can't control myself. I'm going to be walking around hard as fuck all the goddamn time .

I look back over and see her sitting up, staring over the back of the couch, watching me. Her curious eyes locked on mine.

“I was just making sure you’re okay,” I say, trying to play it cool. “Don’t want you passing out or some shit on me.”

“Are you sure that's all?” Her blond hair falls out of her bun as she turns her head to the side, searching for my answer.

“Yeah, Peachy, that’s all. I can’t have you passing out. You’re footing the bill for the pizza… unless you want to repay me for helping move all your shit in some other way,” I smirk, knowing just how to fuck with her. “I can think of a few off the top of my head.”

Her eyes roll before she disappears and sinks back down onto the couch, just as the doorbell rings.

I walk to the front door, not sure who to expect, because Haleigh usually comes in through the garage doors—and she never fucking knocks. But when I look out through the glass, I see her and Ryan standing there, holding the pizza boxes.

I pull the door open, “Why the fuck are y’all coming through the front door?”

They both start to speak at the same time, but Ryan stops, letting Haleigh go first .

She shrugs, pushing past both of us, “figured we’d try something new.” She says quickly and steps inside, heading straight for Ellie.

Ryan laughs as he follows her in. “Man, I didn’t know what the hell would be going on after you carried Ellie over your shoulder and threw her in the truck. Told Haleigh to knock first,” he says, walking in as I shut the door behind them.

I shut the door chuckling, “Fuck you, man, you know that won't ever happen.” I say, shaking my head.

Ryan grins, and his eyes glimmer with mischief. “Never say never, man.”

If he only knew.

Ellie

“Ells, we are about to leave. I'm so exhausted, and the baby is ready for bed,” she giggles, rubbing her belly.

I pull her in for a hug, my free hand reaching to rub her belly along with her. “I’m sure the baby is ready for bed because so am I. And I still need to get a few things set up before I go to sleep. ”

Luckily, I don’t have to worry about setting up my own bed. Jaydon already has the spare bedroom fully furnished, so I can just go lie down. I'm thankful for that because I'm exhausted as well. Hopefully, a good night's rest will do some good.

I don’t have to work tomorrow because of my new schedule, so I will have all day tomorrow to get everything unpacked and set up in my new room.

The guys come walking over towards us, and Ryan slides his arm around Haleigh's waist. “Ready to go, Baby?”

“Yeah,” she nods, leaning into him. “I was just telling Ellie bye. Let’s head out. I'm so tired.”

“Thank you so much for helping me move my stuff today.”

They have no idea how thankful I am.

Ryan nods with a small smile, “You’re welcome. You know we will help you any way we can.”

“You guys are the best.” I pull my bestie and her husband into a group hug. Then I freeze, “Oh, shit—I haven’t even paid for the pizza.” I start towards my bag. “Let me grab some cash for you.”

Ryan shakes his head. “It's already been taken care of. Don’t worry about it.”

“What? No way. I'm not letting you pay for it after lugging my shit around all day, the least I can do is buy you dinner. ”

Before I can argue more, Haleigh winks with a smirk on her face, “Jaydon gave Ryan the money, Ells,” she quickly lets it slip.

I blink, caught off guard, “What?”

She grabs Ryan’s hand and tugs him towards the door before I can get another word out. “Love you! Bye!” she calls over her shoulder, shutting the door behind them.

I turn to Jaydon and stare, who suddenly seems very interested in cleaning up the kitchen.

“I have money. I’m going to pay you back.” I say flatly, making my way towards him.

He doesn’t even look at me. He just continues wiping down the counter. “No, you’re not. It's already paid for. It’s not a big deal, Ellie.”

I walk towards the kitchen to grab my purse, “Jaydon, I'm fucking giving you money. I was supposed to buy you dinner for helping me out today, so take it.”

I wave the cash around in front of him, but he just looks past the money and right into my eyes. Then he turns back around, ignoring me, and starts cleaning the kitchen again.

“I’m serious,” I huff. “Where do you want me to set it?”

He doesn’t answer, so I slap the bills on the counter. “Here, I’m putting it right here for you.”

I gasp as his hands find me—strong and controlling—pushing me back against the counter in a flash. His body pressing against mine, chest heaving, while he holds me in place. The force of him pressed against my chest causes my breasts to spill over the top of my bra.

He swipes the cash off the counter, his eyes darken, and I watch as his gaze drifts down, zeroing in on the bare skin of my breasts.

He growls, “I said I didn’t want your money. It's already been paid for.”

“Jaydon,” I breathe, my heart pounding uncontrollably against my chest. “Why can't you just fucking take the money?”

The cocky, knowing smile on his face is heating me up from the inside out.

He runs his hand filled with crumpled cash up the curve of my side, his palm grazing my heated skin as it goes. When he reaches my chest, his fingers pause… teasing. Slowly tracing a path along the edge of my breast that spills out of my bra.

My breathing turns to shallow pants.

Then his hand dips again, gliding down my side until he reaches the waistband of my leggings. Peeling back the spandex, his eyes lock with mine as he slowly shoves his hand and money down inside my leggings.

I should protest, scream at him. But I don’t.

I think he's going to stop just at the hem, just to prove his point. But his hand glides lower and lower, all the way until he reaches my hip.

He holds me still in place with his free hand, his possessive side shining through.

“I said I didn’t want your fucking money, Peachy.” His large fingers squeeze my upper thigh as he speaks, the warmth of his breath dancing across my lips, “So I’m putting your money right here for you.”

Then, he drags his empty hand back out, painfully slow, his fingertips lighting my skin on fire the entire way. My breath hitches, my heart slamming against my chest while his eyes stay locked on mine, dark and full of intention.

Every single movement from him is a tease, leaving me aching for more, I’m like his needy little whore, and I need his touch to soothe me.

He has me so worked up.

I’m about to make a horrible decision, and I haven’t even unpacked my damn boxes.

A gasp catches in my throat when he slides his hand around to my ass, pulling me in.

His nose glides across my cheek, his lips stop just shy of touching mine—hovering, so fucking hot and breathless. The rough stubble from his jaw grazes my cheek, fueling the already burning fire between my legs.

His hands roam, slowly massaging as they go before settling on the back of my thighs, lifting me as if I weigh nothing and placing me on the counter.

Oh god, I'm done for .

“Jaydon, we shouldn’t… dammit, what are you doing?”

I say the words, but my thighs part instinctively, inviting him in.

He smells so fucking good.

My hormones are raging.