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Ellie

“So, about these rules…” Jaydon comes waltzing into the kitchen looking hot as fuck. He has no shirt on, and he’s wearing those sinful grey sweats.

What the fuck? He’s doing this shit on purpose to fuck with me—we both know it—but I’m trying my best to hide the fact that, even though he’s an asshole, he still fucking turns me on.

I pour my bowl of cereal, looking anywhere else but at him.

“Yeah, what about them?” I ask, continuing to busy myself, tucking the cereal bag a little too neatly back into the box.

“You ready to go over them? I figured since you seem to be all settled in, we should discuss them now. ”

I secretly watch him from the corner of my eye as he puts his hand into the pocket of his sweats and pulls out a folded paper.

I have to bite my lip. Fuck. His solid abs and that deep V disappearing beneath his pants are making me wet between my thighs. I want to run my tongue the length of it and see where I end up.

He clears his throat, and my eyes bounce up to his. I know the asshole saw me ogling his perfect body. But what the fuck did he expect, coming down here without a shirt on?

“Like what you see, Peachy?” His eyes shimmer with mischief, and the corner of his lips twitch into a sexy smile.

I narrow my eyes at him, biting back what I really want to say. “Please, Jaydon, don’t fucking call me that. I guess we could go over the rules now. Do you want to write them down somewhere or something?”

“Nah, they should be simple enough to remember, don’t you think? You want to go first, or should I?” He pops a brow.

“You’re seriously giving me a list of rules?”

His chuckle sends chills down straight to my already craving pussy. “I mean, this is my house. If you’re giving me rules… I should give you some, too, don’t you th ink, Peachy?”

He runs his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, his stare so intense it sets me on fire.

I ignore the last part of his comment because he leans back against the counter, placing both hands beside him, and my eyes go straight to the bulge in his sweatpants.

I’m so, so terribly fucked.

I try hard to avoid looking at him while walking towards the living room, tightly gripping my bowl of cereal.

I need to get away from him before I climb his hard body like a freaking tree right here in the kitchen.

The smell of his freshly showered body hits my nose as soon as I pass by, and it takes all the strength I have in me to continue walking.

“Why you walking away, Peachy? Can’t handle being around me without a shirt on?” I can hear the smugness in his tone.

“Ha, you wish. I’m trying to eat my breakfast, not stare at your… meh body.”

“ My meh body ?” he laughs. “Stop fucking lying to yourself, Ellie. You know you like my body. Last time you were around me with no shirt on, you ended up in my bed… with my head between your thighs.”

“Jaydon!” My cheeks heat with embarrassment.

The cocky asshole laughs harder and continues to taunt me. “Mmm, I can still taste your sweet pussy on my lips. ”

“Stop fucking with me, Jaydon.” I can’t even look at him right now. I shove a spoonful of cereal in my mouth to hide my embarrassment. “Okay, just tell me the rules then, so we can get this over with… I have a lot of shit to do today.” My words come out jumbled as I continue chewing.

“Alright, rule number one…” I eye him curiously, waving my hand so he will hurry up. “No overnight guests.”

“You’re fucking kidding, Jay?” My mouth would be hanging open right now if I weren’t shoveling spoons full of cereal in.

“I’m not fucking kidding, Ellie. You’re not bringing some motherfucker back to my house to fuck them.”

I huff my laugh. “Jaydon, I have a boyfriend… it wouldn’t be some random person.”

“I don’t give a fuck, Ellie,” he snaps, “no overnight guests.”

His hard stare burns into me.

Fine. Two can play that game.

“Okay then, that’s rule number one on my list also. So you can’t have any overnight guests, either.”

“It’s my house, Peachy… I can do what I want.” He pins me with a cocky glare.

“Jaydon. That’s not how this is gonna work. If I can’t have anyone stay over, then neither can you. I don’t want to hear you fucking some random when I have to be at work the next morning. ”

He bites his lip to hide his grin and slowly rubs a hand across his bare chest. “Alright then, deal.” He continues on, looking at his list. “Rule number two… no eating my candy. Specifically, my Sno-Caps.”

I bust out laughing at that one. “Are you serious right now, Jay?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious, Ellie. Don’t touch my Sno-Caps.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Whatever. That's so immature. I can’t believe you’re serious… but okay. What’s next on your list?”

“Hmm… ahh, yes, rule number three… You have to make dinner at least once a week, for both of us to enjoy.”

“You’re ridiculous. I can’t eat your candy, but I have to make you dinner once a week?”

“Exactly… rules are rules, Peachy.”

Sitting my empty bowl down on the coffee table, I spin to face him, “Okay, well then you have to make us dinner at least once a week as well.” He grunts a displeased laugh. “Rules are rules, Jay.”

“Alright, deal. What else is on your list?” He raises an eyebrow.

Tapping my finger on my lips, I think for a second. “Hmm… oh! You have to wear clothes around the house. You can’t walk around here without a shirt on.” I wave my hand towards him, then grab my bowl and stand .

“Oh, come the fuck on, Ellie… did you even have a list?”

“Well, no, but I do now,” I smirk when I pass by him, feeling damn proud of myself on my way over to the sink to wash my bowl.

“Okay, well… what if I do walk around without a shirt on?”

I grab the sponge and turn on the water, letting it warm up.

“We just made rules, Jay, so you have to abide by them.”

His scent surrounds me before I even hear him. I know he's close—too close.

Then I feel him, standing right behind me at the sink.

My hands freeze, and now I’ve forgotten what I was even standing here doing.

He presses his bare chest into my back, and my pelvic bone presses into the counter.

His strong arms go around me, caging me in.

Then his hands slide down the length of my arms, caressing them until they slip beneath the hot dishwater.

Large fingers find mine, and he slowly takes the bowl and sponge from my hands.

All I can think about is the heat from his strong body pressed into mine. My heart is racing, waiting for him to speak, for his next move. I’m not sure, but the suspense is killing me .

He slowly starts washing out the bowl I used, like it’s the most normal thing in the world, while I stand here, a total mess and frozen in place by his touch.

My pussy was already throbbing before from the mere sight of him. But now, feeling his solid muscles pressed against my back, it's making me drip, and I’m worried he might smell my arousal.

“Oh.” He snuggles his nose right below my ear, inhaling deeply. My breath hitches, and chills run rampant across my skin, “…but my sweet Peachy, rules—” his voice drops to a sinful whisper, “are made to be broken.”

He puts me in a fucking trance every time he’s close to me. The things he does to my body should be illegal.

My knees go weak. My eyes close on their own accord, and my head falls back against his solid chest. I can't fight it—the pull he has over me.

“Jay…” his name falls from my lips like a breathy moan.

I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen again. Yet here I am, falling into the same fucking trap as always.

“Yeah, Peachy?” He chuckles. His deep cocky laugh gets me every fucking time.

Then, his warm, wet hands slide up beneath my tank top, dragging across my bare stomach. It’s fucking torture. His racing heartbeat hammers against my back while his warm breath dances across my neck, sending a rush of tingles to cover my skin.

A whimper unwillingly slips from my lips .

That’s when I feel him harden behind me.

Oh god, I’m about to lose it again, and I’ve only been here for two fucking days. His warm lips gently slide across my bare neck, and I have to hold on to the counter for support. I’m about to say fuck it and let him take me on the kitchen counter.

But just then, we hear the garage door opening, and I quickly come to my senses. I spin in his arms and try to push him off me, but he just pulls me in tighter to his chest. I pound his chest with my fist, and he laughs.

He looks down at me. “What’s wrong? Don’t want my sister to see how turned on you get from me?”

“Fuck you Jaydon, let me go… I had a lapse in judgment.”

His smug laugh irritates me. “Seems to happen often.”

I throw daggers at him with my eyes. “Now, get away from me before Haleigh comes in.”

I completely forgot all about Haleigh coming over to help me set up my room and organize my things.

She gets bored now since she isn’t working, and most days, she stays around the house cooking and cleaning.

So, she insisted on coming over this morning to help me.

I have most of my stuff unpacked, just not exactly where it needs to be.

Plus, it gives us some girl time. I don’t know where I would be without her.

The side door that leads from the kitchen to the garage suddenly opens .

“I’m here!” she shouts while walking in, then turns to find Jaydon and me standing in front of the sink.

“Hey, Hales!” I quickly back away from Jaydon, moving towards her to grab the coffee she’s carrying for both of us.

She looks at us, her brows pinching together for a few seconds before speaking. “Ells… why is your shirt soaking wet?”

Jaydon speaks, “Oh, she got into a little fight with the sink… apparently, she doesn’t know how the sprayer works.”

I quickly turn back to glare at him. Fucking asshole thinks this is funny.

“Ahh yes, the sink is an asshole .” I stare Jaydon directly in the eyes as I say it.

Then, he and Haleigh both laugh for different reasons.

“Jay, leave my bestie alone… come on, let’s go start on your room, Ells." She grabs me by the arm and drags me with her.

I quickly glance back, catching Jaydon standing, arms crossed. The heat simmering in his eyes is messing with my head.

But I'm done letting him get to me.

I'm putting up my fucking walls, and they will not be broken.