Sins At Midterm II

Lila's POV 

I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for hours on end and yet, I couldn't get a minute of sleep. It was 2 a.m, I should be asleep, and yet, all I could think of was Jax's words. He said he missed me. That shouldn't have meant anything, he'd probably said it to millions of other girls and yet, I couldn't forget those words.

Outside, the storm raged. Rain lashed against the windows and the wind howled. Mom and Richard already left before the rain started and at this rate, they'll probably spend the night at a hotel.

Jax was somewhere in the house, probably in his room. What would he be doing? He'd probably be asleep.

My stomach growled, a low rumble that made me groan.

I slipped from bed barefoot, tugging my sleep shirt, a big tee that stopped mid thigh. It was given to me by the boy from school.

The kitchen was downstairs and I could just slip in and grab a late night snack from the fridge. Yup, sounds like a plan.

When I got to the stairs, a scent hit my nose. Whiskey.

I froze, and listened in. Sure enough, the TV was on and there was some shuffling coming from the living room. 

That means Jax is awake too. 

My pulse thrummed. I could go back upstairs, force myself to sleep or stare at the ceiling till morning. I should do that.

But, the thing is, whenever it came to Jax, I never could resist the pull, like a moth to a flame that I knew would burn me alive.

So I walked into the living room with my chin held up. I stopped at the threshold when I spotted Jax. He was on the couch, sprawled out with one arm over the back and legs stretched wide.

But that wasn't the part that stole my breath.

He wasn't wearing anything except a boxer that hid nothing from the imagination, his skin gleamed, tattoos snaking over his back. 

I stood there, ogling my stepbrother in a very not-so-subtle way.

“Can't sleep?” his voice came, making me jolt.

Then he turned and faced me, “I heard your footsteps.”

I swallowed, “Yeah, the storm is too loud

" 

Another lie, I was doing a lot of that lately, lying I mean.

He nodded, grabbing the bottle and taking a long swig.

“Mum and dad are gone.” I said like he didn't already fucking know that, nice one Lila.

“Yep.” he said, facing me again. His gaze dropped to my leg and stayed there. Heat flushed me and I shifted crossing my arms over my chest to hide the way my nipples pebbled under the shirt. Not from cold, by the way.

He scooted over on the couch and patted the space next to him, “Here, come sit." 

My mind screamed at me to run. This was a bad idea. I might end up saying something stupid that I would come to regret in the morning. 

But then, he doesn't see me like that right? He said so himself on the day I had foolishly told him I had a crush on him. 

So I walked over and flopped down on the couch, keeping enough space between us.

He handed me the remote, our fingers brushed and that sent a zap straight to my cunt. Why were my senses always heightened whenever I sat around him?

I concentrated on the TV, glaring at it like it had personally offended me. Jax sat there, scrolling on his phone and completely ignoring my presence. 

What'd you expect, to be worshipped?

A moment later he dropped his phone in the space between us and tipped his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.

Thunder boomed, shaking the house. The lights flickered, once, twice, then died. Darkness swallowed us.

Did I mention that I was deathly scared of the dark? 

I am. My heart lurched and in panic, my hand found Jax's chest. “Jax?" 

His fingers caught my wrist, " I'm here, princess.”

My breathing evened at the sound of his voice.

“Princess.” he called me that before, it was one of the things that made me think he actually felt something towards me  before, I was wrong.

This time shouldn't be different.

“Come here,” he said,  pulling me closer until my head rested on his bare chest. His heart thumped under my ears, his hand rested on my thigh where the tee rode up and it sent shivers down my spine. This close, my senses were flooded by his scent.

My breath hitched. I’d never been this close to Jax, I didn't know how to react, so I just kept my head on his chest and focused on the beat of his chest.

God, my thighs clenched.

He didn't say anything, just held me like I belonged there. Were step siblings allowed to be this close? 

I stared up at him, the room was dark but I could see the ridge of his jawline. 

My face inched closer to his. I knew that I shouldn't get that close, I knew it was wrong, and yet, I couldn't stop myself from  pressing my lips on his jaw. It was a light feathery kiss, one I knew he'd notice. 

For a moment it was as if he stopped breathing. His fingers that were tracing idle circles on my back stopped moving. I immediately regretted it. Stupid, stupid, stupid Lila. Now he'll push me off him and will probably see me as a needy whore who can't control herself.

Shame burned through me like acid.

“I'm sorry,” I said, trying to get up. His hand squeezed my thigh, 

“Where are you going?” he asked, voice rough.

“I, I thought..” His lips claimed mine before I could finish my sentence.

A moan escaped my lips and he groaned. It wasn't slow, or soft. He claimed me, like he'd been starving since forever. I melted into it, hands fisting his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss tasted of whiskey, his hands roamed, under my shirt and palming my breasts, his thumb circled my nipples until I whimpered into his mouth.

This felt wrong and so right at the same time. I felt like pulling away, it was the right thing to do, and yet, I leaned in more.

In that moment I realized that my feelings never changed towards Jax.

“We should stop,” I moaned into his mouth.

“Yes, we should.” he agreed, but his lips trailed down my neck.

“This is wrong.” I added. Why did I want him to stop this? I wanted this so much and I'd probably self-destruct if he were to stop.

“It is.” but his mouth didn't stop, if anything, my words fueled the hunger in him. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin below my ear, sending a shiver straight through me that pooled hot between my legs.

“You're right princess,” he said, trailing his tongue on my neck, “ this is wrong. But fuck if it doesn't feel like the only thing that makes sense." 

I arched into him, my body betraying every rational thought screaming in my head.

His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to expose more of my neck to his assault. 

Jax,” I gasped, half plea, half prayer as his thumb brushed the edge of my panties. The fabric was already damp, and the knowledge of that made heat flood my cheeks.

My hands slid down his back, over the ridges of muscles and the intricate lines of tattoos. 

“Tell me to stop, Lila,” he said, breath ragged, forehead pressed to mine. " Say it like you mean it, and I will.”

I opened my mouth, the word was on the tip of my tongue but it dissolved into a whimper as his fingers pressed firmer, “I can't," I admitted. “God I can't." 

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. “Then don't.” And with that, he slid between my legs, tugging my panties off completely.