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Jaydon

It's been two weeks.

Two weeks since I thought I lost the woman I’m no doubt falling for.

She continues to push me away; something is holding her back, and I’m not quite sure what it is.

I thought we had reached a turning point while she was in the hospital, but when we got back home, she was back to her normal, stubborn self.

I know we have always pushed each other's buttons, but it’s something more than that.

I plan on getting to the bottom of it, but the timing hasn’t been right. I’ve focused solely on getting her healthy, whether she likes it or not.

When we were at the hospital, she finally remembered the cause of the accident. She revealed that Kevin lost his shit when she accidentally let it slip that I had given her flowers. Apparently, in his mind, they were something more than what she wanted. I knew it was all that dumb fuck’s fault.

He ended up getting charges from the accident, and I wish Ellie had pressed charges as well, but she wants to move on and put it all in the past. He better hope I never see his ass around town. I might be tempted to give him a taste of the same injury that Ellie had to endure.

The bruising on her face is fading, and the cut on the side of her head is healing nicely.

I’ve been taking her to all of her doctor's appointments to be sure. She’s never pleased when I tell her I’m driving her, but she eventually gives in, and I get my way.

I blackmailed her with my cooking skills; I told her if she didn’t let me take her, then I wouldn't cook her dinner.

I would still do it anyway, but I know how much she hates cooking, and it works to my advantage.

She has no problem requesting what she wants to eat for dinner every night.

Even with the bruising still fading on the side of her face, she's still as gorgeous as ever.

I know she's probably tired of my ass by now. I haven't worked a day since her accident, only going into the office randomly. I haven't been able to bring myself to do it. I can't leave her by herself. She has nobody else to take care of her… only me, and the selfish asshole in me loves it.

As she walks to the bedroom, I follow closely behind her because she still gets dizzy from time to time. The doctor said it would take time, but that it would eventually fade as well.

“I’m fine, Jaydon… I can walk up the stairs by myself.” She spins, clearly aggravated with me.

I reach for her and pull her in close, but she quickly puts her hands on my chest, trying to push me away. We still haven't had a serious talk yet, and I’m going out of my fucking mind. All I want to do is take care of her, but she sure as fuck is still making it difficult.

“I’m trying to help you… dammit, I want to take care of you!” I’m at my wits' end trying to break through her walls.

“Don’t you have someone else you should be taking care of? ” she says, with hurt evident in her voice.

“Peachy, who the fuck else would I be taking care of?”

She huffs dramatically, “Oh, I don’t know, Jaydon… probably Breanne, weren’t you fucking her?”

I pull back to look into her gorgeous eyes; I’m confused as fuck right now. I study her face, trying to see where she's going with this… she’s gutting me with that look of sadness in her eyes. But I have no choice but to tell her the truth. I mean, I thought everyone already knew about this.

“Yeah, Peachy, but I don’t know why you’re bringing this shit up right now… it's in the past, so long ago, fuck…”

She tries to pry my arms from around her back, “Jaydon, please, a fucking month is hardly a long time ago… just let me go.”

My eyes narrow, and my forehead creases. No… she's got this shit all wrong. My face is dead serious because I’m about to blow her fucking mind.

“Peachy, I need you to fucking listen to me… I dated Breanne back when I was in fucking high school, and I broke things off with her when I found out she was cheating on me. She still messages me from time to time, trying to get back with me… she's fucking insane.”

An unshed tear forms, about to fall, then she speaks, “Jaydon, why didn’t you just tell me you were fucking my sister?”

My fucking heart drops into my stomach at her words. She's got this all wrong… she thinks I’ve been fucking her sister.

“Peachy—”

“Don’t… don’t fucking call me that!” Then her tears fall as she loses all control; she beats her fists into my chest while I continue holding her, pulling her into me, “I fucking hate you!” She looks at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen, and her words rip my heart out, “Just get off me, Jaydon…

Just let me go. I can't do this shit anymore.”

I grab her face with both hands, “No, you don’t, Peachy, you want me just as bad as I want you…

and I’m over this fucking dumb shit.” I can't stand this bullshit between us anymore. “You’re gonna listen to me. I’m not fucking letting you go until you hear me…

I never once fucked your sister.” Her lips part as her face morphs into confusion.

She's confused, and now I know why, “Ellie, I dated a girl back in high school with the same fucking name as your sister.”

“No, Jaydon… you’re lying! I saw the text on your phone that night I stayed at your house. I wasn’t trying… it was just on your phone when I went to check the time. Breanne told me she was fucking you, Jaydon.”

What the fuck ?

I feel my molars grind; frustration eats away at my core. I can’t believe what the fuck I’m hearing right now— her damn sister!

“And she’s a fucking liar, Ellie!” I snap, a little louder than intended, but I’m beyond pissed.

Not at Ellie, but how this has all played out due to her sister.

“I don’t think she’s ever once texted me—hell, I don't even think she has my number. The message you saw was from a girl I dated a long time ago. I haven’t seen her since my senior year in high school.

She just won't fucking stop with the texts.” Dragging a rough hand back through my hair, I groan in frustration, she has to fucking believe me.

“Since she found out I was back in town, she started texting me again… I guess I should have blocked her number, but I just ignored her.” I reach for her hands and lock eyes. “She doesn’t matter to me... You do.”

Her beautiful lips part in shock, and tears fill her eyes until they spill down her cheeks. She has no idea how much I want her to be mine, how long I’ve ached for her.

“How… how do I even process all of this?” Her voice cracks as she pulls her hands from mine.

“How am I supposed to believe this? This entire time, I’ve been lied to by my own sister.

I hated you all this time... I hated you both for doing this to me.

I fucking hate her!” Her body shakes as she sinks to her knees, sobbing, falling apart right before me.

I don’t hesitate when I fall right along with her.

She's like a dead weight in my arms, pulling her back up when I stand and hold her body against mine. “Look at me.” My words are soft but demanding, and I wait until her tear-filled gaze meets mine. “I’ve never, not once in my life, touched your sister,” every word I speak is laced with undeniable truth, “not when all I ever fucking wanted was you…”

I will hold her all damn night if it keeps her from falling apart any further .

The sexiest fucking whimper slips through her lips as the most sinful tears caress her beautiful face. Then she shatters, and I pull her in tight to my chest while she loses herself on me. Her hands grip my back and neck, melting into me like she can’t get close enough.

Minutes go by before she finally pulls back.

I cup her face, staring deeply into her heartbroken eyes. “I’m so tired of these fucking games we keep playing, Baby.”

This woman has no idea how fucking crazy I am over her; she drives me fucking insane—the push and pull. I can’t take it anymore… I want to fucking devour her. Those fucking sinful lips—I need them on mine. I can’t control this burning need for her any longer.

Fuck it.

I pull her to me and crash my lips down on hers.

Fuck, she tastes so good… a mixture of her and the salty tears that have cascaded across her sweet lips. The feel of her soft, luscious lips on mine makes me fall that much harder because I know exactly what I’ve been missing this entire time, and it's been too long since I’ve had a taste of her.

She’s so goddamn beautiful… her ass, her titties, her whole fucking delicious body I’m going to devour.

She’s mine.

All fucking mine.

She's my favorite flavor .

My favorite fucking peach.

Ellie

I'm stunned and in complete shock at what just happened. Before I’m able to fully process the situation, he bends, sliding his hands down the back of my ass, lifting me. The feel of his hard body pressing between my legs has me melting into him.

I hold tightly around his neck as he climbs the stairs, not stopping until we’re in his bedroom, where he gently sets me down on his bed. Then his heated eyes search my face before he closes the distance, pulling my lips to his.

“Peachy, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you all this time.

Nobody but you, Baby.” His lips brush mine before he feathers kisses along my jaw, while his fingers tangle in my long blond strands.

He rests his forehead on mine, pulling me in.

“I want you so fucking bad. I need to taste you,” he pleads.

“Been dreaming about tasting you. But I need you to tell me what you want, anything at all… just tell me what you need.”

The heat of his lips, cascading kisses over my neck, sends desire straight through me; I know exactly what I need. I grip his face, guiding his eyes to mine as I speak. “Jaydon, I’m fine. I want you—your body, your body against mine. I want your hands everywhere. I need to feel you, all of you. ”

His lips curve into a wicked smile. “There's my girl,” he coaxes, while he smiles down at me, reaching behind his head and ripping his shirt off in one swift motion.