LOGINAlex The phone screen lit up again in my hand, Damien’s name flashing like some bad joke that wouldn’t quit. I stared at it hard, thumb hovering, but I didn’t open the message. Not now. Not when Jax was still warm in that bed behind me, breathing slowly like the whole world hadn’t just tried to crash in. The last thing I wanted was to drag all that mess into what we just did. It felt too good. Replying would ruin it, turn everything sticky and complicated, so I just locked the screen and shoved the phone deep in my pocket like that would make him disappear.I took one step toward the bathroom, legs still shaky from everything, when the door creaked open behind me. Jax stood there rubbing his eyes, hair all messed up, looking half asleep and worried at the same time.“Alex? You okay out here?” he asked, voice rough from sleep. He glanced at my pocket like he could sense the phone buzzing against my thigh.I forced a quick smile and shrugged. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just needed to pe
Alex He hummed against me and the vibration made my toes curl. His tongue worked in and out, getting me wetter and looser with every stroke. Sometimes he pulled back to lick around the edges, then dove back in. Saliva was dripping down, making everything slick. I was rocking against his face without meaning to, chasing the feeling.“You like my tongue inside you?” he asked, voice muffled.“Yes… don’t stop, please.”He ate me out for what felt like forever, slow and thorough, until I was shaking and my hole felt soft and open. When he finally pulled back his chin was shiny. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at me.“Can I finger you now? I’ll go slowly .”“Please,” I begged, voice cracking.He slid one finger in easy because of all the spit. It went deep and he curled it, searching until he found that spot inside me. When he rubbed it I nearly shouted. I turned my face into the pillow fast.“Right there?” he asked, doing it again.“Yes… fuck, right there.”He adde
Alex Jax’s mouth was on mine again and this time the kiss felt deeper, slower, like he wanted to taste every second. His lips moved soft against mine, then a little harder, and I kissed him back the same way. My hands held onto his shirt tight. The bed felt small under us but I didn’t care. All I could feel was the warm press of his body and the way his tongue slid against mine.He pulled back just enough to look at me in the dark. His voice came out low and rough. “Alex… can I touch you more? I want to make you feel good tonight.”I nodded fast, my heart beating hard. “Yeah… touch me.”His hand slipped under my shirt right away, fingers sliding up my stomach until they reached my chest. He rubbed his thumb over one nipple slowly , then pinched it gently. I sucked in a breath and let it out shaky.“Does that feel okay?” he asked, eyes watching my face.“It feels good,” I whispered. My voice already sounded different, softer.He pushed my shirt up higher and lowered his head. His mout
Alex I stared at my phone intensely. Damien. Of all the people who could blow up my life right now, it had to be him asking if we could talk and then there was me wondering if his dad was treating him right. Like he gave a shit. I locked the screen fast, shoved the phone deep into my pocket, and tried to pretend my stomach wasn’t doing cartwheels.Jax glanced over from the driver’s seat, one hand loose on the wheel. “You good? You just went all stiff.”“Yeah, fine,” I muttered, slouching lower in the seat. “Just some spam. Keep driving before I change my mind and jump out.”He snorted but didn’t push it. Good. I didn’t need him digging into my mess when we were already speeding toward my hometown in his beat-up car that smelled like old fries and his mint gum. I was broke as hell. I kept side-eyeing him, waiting for the moment he’d see the crappy little house with the peeling paint and the yard full of my dad’s half-fixed junk and decide this whole thing was too much. But he just hu
Alex I kissed him again, harder this time, my hands grabbing the front of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. His mouth was warm and he tasted a bit like the mint gum he always chewed, and for a second everything in my head just shut up. Then his fingers slid under the hem of my t-shirt, brushing my skin, and I felt that spark shoot straight down my spine.“Wait,” I said, pulling back even though my body was screaming at me not to. My breathing was all messed up. “I can’t tonight. My head is too loud, Jax. It’s like a fucking circus in there and I can’t think straight.”He stopped immediately, hands freezing where they were. No pushing, no grumpy face, no trying to convince me. He just looked at me, eyes soft in the dim light from the lamp, and nodded once.“Okay,” he said, voice low. “That’s fine. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”And damn it, that made something in my chest do a stupid flip. Most guys would have sighed or rolled their eye
Alex I looked at him for a second, then away.“You don’t have to do that.”“I know.”“That was your chance to say ‘but I want to.’”“I do want to,” he said immediately.I rolled my eyes, even though something in my chest felt… weirdly lighter.“Fine,” I muttered.“Also,” he added, “you’re not going home alone.”I blinked at him.“I can walk myself, I’m not five.”“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” he said, already grabbing his bag, “I said I’m coming with you.”“That sounds like the same thing.”“It’s not.”“It is.”“It’s not,” he repeated, starting to walk like the conversation was over.“Wow,” I said, following him anyway, “so this is how it is now, you just decide things and I go along with it?”“Pretty much.”“Rude.”“True.”I snorted despite myself, which felt wrong considering everything, but also… not unwelcome.The walk was quieter than usual, which I appreciated because my brain was still doing too much, jumping from “you’re going to lose everything” to “maybe there’s a way” to “n
Jax He looked completely wrecked. Pale, sweaty, bruises already blooming on his hips where hands had grabbed too hard. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands shaking, and whispered right next to his ear, “Hey, it’s me. Jax. I’m here now, okay? I got you. I’m so fucking sorry I let this happen.”He di
AlexI swung again the second that “Your move, kid” crap left his mouth, fist flying straight at his smug face because my brain had zero chill left after the bus grope and the hospital and the whole fucking blackout rape nightmare that still made my ass feel like it was splitting open every time I
DamienThe alarm blasted me awake at exactly four like the asshole timer I’d set myself, fuxkkk I looked at it again, hell nah, that's not four it was more, and there I was, still wrapped around Alex like some pathetic octopus who didn’t get the memo that one night was supposed to end at sunrise.
Damien I couldn’t fucking believe I was doing this. One minute I was at team dinner pretending to give a shit about the pasta and Coach’s dumb speech, the next I saw Alex bolt like his ass was on fire. He looked wrong, shirt half open, face flushed, eyes glassy and something in my gut said spiked







