Lahat ng Kabanata ng 90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

JEREMÍAS My mom thinks the same thing too. She thinks I had actually intended to hurt Ashley back then. And I hadn't told her the truth. How come I didn't tell her the truth? All these years, she believed it was the truth.“That was a long time ago, mom,” I say, my voice low. “It's forgotten.”She comes closer, presses both of her palms on my cheeks, looking at my face. “I'm sorry, Jere dear,” she says softly. “I brought it up because you weren't listening. You don't even like her, yet you're getting close to her, just because you want to mess with your brother. Look at her. ”My gaze drifts across the room, cutting through the suits and gown until it locks onto Ashley. She is now settled down on a chair, a lone figure, her eyes flickering towards me every few seconds. She is so delicate.“She remembers nothing about it,” I murmur. “Neither Caleb nor I will tell her, so there shouldn't be a reason to worry, mom. And I'm not trying to mess with Caleb. I want her and I'll make her min

ASHLEY “Let go of me! Seriously,” I snap, yanking my arm back, but his hold only becomes tighter. He guides me towards his black Wrangler parked a few feet away. His strength only makes my struggle feel like a pathetic waste of energy.He ignores my words, still guiding me. I continue trying to pull away, but it's futile. He reaches the car and finally stops. He turns to look at me.“Don't make this hard for you,” he murmurs, his voice dangerously low.He yanks the door of the front passenger seat open, then looks at me again, his gaze unyielding.“Get in.”I stand there, chest heaving, glaring at Jeremías with every ounce of defiance left in me. “Don't make me put you in, Krisoff,” he says, his voice lethal. “You either get in, or you wait for Caleb to come get you.”The mention of Caleb hits my nerves. My face flushes again with anger. If I have to see Caleb now, the only thing stopping me from driving my heels into his neck is a gunshot to my head.I glance at Jeremías eyes. Th

ASHLEY Jeremías rubs around my swollen peak with the cap of his dick, gently. He continues, rubbing firmly. Suddenly, he increases the pace and motion, rubbing harder and faster.I whimper as the head of his dick crosses the opening of my clit, rubbing just the surface hard. Then, he stops. I can feel heat radiating from his body as he stays closer to me.Without warning, Jeremías thrusts into my pulsing pussy with one hard shove.I gasp loudly, the air punched right out of my lungs as his thick head stretches me wide, filling every single millimeter of my aching pussy.I'm completely breathless, my little breath hitching in a sound of pleasure.He doesn't stay still. He pulls it out almost entirely, teasing the entrance, and then thrusting again harder.His hands grip my hips firmly, his fingers digging into my skin as he moves in a brutal pace. He goes faster, the sound of skin clashing against skin—the wet slapping noise of his balls hitting my ass—filling the almost silent room.

ASHLEY I watch Jeremías disappear from the door. My heart sinks for just a fraction. I had been hoping for a flicker of smile from him or a little casual ‘hi’, but nothing. Instead, his expression had been dark and devoid of a pleasant emotion as he glanced at me for barely five seconds. He just walked out, not glancing back. Caleb finally pulls away from me, his eyes locking on mine intently. “Ashley, where have you been?” I blink. “Huh?” He takes my right hand in his, his grip gentle but firm. “I'm really sorry about last night,” he says, his voice laced with pure sincerity. “I did something bad. I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry.” I look at him, really look at him—the messy hair, the dull eyes, his tux from last night, the relief laced across his face—and I feel a softening in my chest. “It's okay,” I whisper. It's Caleb. I had never been able to stay mad at him for long, not through all the years, and not now either. “You look disheveled.” He lets out a ragged brea

JEREMÍAS I wipe sweat from my forehead with my wristband, breathing heavily. “That was a bad shot, Jere,” Andre says, jogging over to retrieve his ball that had gone past the net at the other side of the court. “You couldn't even get it into the net even when you were so close to it.” I exhale sharply, looking at the net. “Quit talking and practise more.” I snatch the ball from the air, my movements swift. I bounce the ball, driving hard towards his side of the net, successfully dribbling past Andre in a way that makes him stumble. But when I go for the net, my focus shatters. The ball hits the iron and bounces away. Andre drops down to the floor, sighing loudly. “That was awful, man. 6-0. What's wrong with you today? We have the finals coming up soon, you know. And I can't watch you play like this, especially as the captain of this team.” I don't answer. I walk to the bench, collapsing on the wood. I grab my water bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a long, desperate swallo