“Dammit.” With a resigned sigh, I headed back to bed. Pushing the window open, I hoped for a small breeze to cool the room. When I felt nothing except more heat, I tidied up the covers and climbed onto my bed.
I should have bought a fan. But then they only worked with electricity, and we currently don’t have any.
“Night, Ava,” Mia called through the closed door, and I mumbled a goodnight back to her.
I sounded like I was moaning?As I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I tried to think about what I was dreaming of. Closing my eyes, I decided it wasn’t worth worrying about. I needed sleep because I had a full day of classes tomorrow, and I had to fit in a trip to housing.
Strong hands slid down my sides as my body arched to meet his. His mouth captured mine in a hot, searing kiss, his tongue stroking mine as his hips drove relentlessly into me . . .
My eyes flew open as I sat up straight.Oh shit.
I was having a wet flipping dream about Jett? As I shifted restlessly on my bed, my lust rose once again, and the throbbing in certainpartsof me intensified.
Biting my lip, I turned onto my side. It had felt real. Like he had been here. My subconscious was remembering him more thanIactually remembered him.
“He got a blow job in class, Ava,” I reminded myself crossly. “You’re lying here thinking about someone who doesn’t deserve it, and he’s already moved onto someone else.”
Flopping over onto my back, I took in a deep breath. The ache between my legs was still there. The need to be satisfied hadn’t lessened, even with my sharp reminder of who my body was craving. I was a healthy nineteen-year-old girl, I had urges, and my hand had always been enough. These walls were a little thicker than paper but not much. In the apartment I lived in with mom before I came here, the walls were thin. I didn’t makeloud noises at any time, but as I lay in the dark, staring into the shadows, fragments of images and sounds danced out of my reach. I remembered a cry, a gasp, an elusive feeling with the promise only he could deliver.
One night.
I was with him for one night, and now he was haunting my dreams. Nightmares, more like. The fact that my subconscious was throwing up visions of us tangled together was not welcome, nor was it something I wanted to experience again. Thumping my head back onto the pillow, I groaned and then hastily covered my mouth. I didnotneed Mia coming back to the door.
With a disgruntled sigh, I spread my legs more and slipped my hand under my shorts. I would take care of this. I would not think of him. This was perfectly natural. I had nothing to be ashamed of. This would get him out of my system. That’s all this was: residual want.
I didn’tactuallywant him. My body just needed release.
My fingers started to work on my problem, and as I closed my eyes, willing the finish line to be quick, I steadfastly refused to think of the cause of my discomfort.
Seriously, how long would it be until I was free of this guy?
Chapter 6: Jett
The three of us sat in the car, watching the house, waiting for the last light to go out. The light above the porch finally vanished, signaling that the occupants were in bed. Finally.
Gray’s knee had been jittering for the last half hour, and even if he was my twin, I was close to amputating the fucking thing before I lost my mind. Ash sat in the back, relaxed and easy, as always.
“Time?” Gray asked for what felt like the millionth time.
“Ten minutes since you last asked,” Ash drawled from the back. His head was resting against the seat, and his eyes were half closed.
Gray twisted in his seat to glare at him, which gave me time to hide my grin at my cousin’s snark.
“Thirty more minutes,” I told them both quietly. “You remember your positions?”
“We’re not stupid,” Gray mumbled as his leg took up its rhythmic tapping again. After another twenty minutes, my hand shot out and I placed it firmly on his knee, pressing his leg down to the floor of the car.
“I will cut it off,” I warned with a hard glare at my brother. His answering scowl made me grin, but I didn’t remove my hand until he nodded.
“Are you sure they’ll sleep through this?” Ash asked me as he leaned forward, alert for the first time since we had parked halfway down the road.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Okay, I’ll check the back now then.” He opened the car door and, pulling his hoodie low, he took off over the grass. Blending into the night, he was hard to spot, and I smiled with grim satisfaction at how well he had adjusted to our nighttime “escapades.”
“He’s gotten good at this.” Gray echoed my thoughts as he, too, watched Ash disappear into the night.
“Like a duck to water,” I murmured as I checked my watch. “You okay?”
