Page 9 of You are the Reason

Peeking through my bedroom curtains, a big goofy grin and green eyes look back at me. I shake my head and slide open the window, whilst he proceeds to pop off the fly wire. “We do have a front and back door,” I laugh, moving out of the way for him to climb through, “You know Mum never makes it past 9pm.”

I see the concern flash in his eyes before he lets it go. Jesse shrugs. “I thought rocks on the window were kinda poetic.”

“I didn’t know Jesse Fernandez was a romantic,” I say before tossing my iPod onto my desk in the corner of my room.

He scoffs before nudging me with his shoulder. “I said poetic, not romantic.”

“I’ll be back, I’m just going to check on Mum.” I wave my hand in front of him. “Make yourself at home.”

Knowing that Jesse might be here for a while, I grab some snacks from the kitchen before heading back to the bedroom.

He sits on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. He’s fiddling with my iPod and the portable speaker. “Playing DJ tonight, are you?’’ He just looks up and smiles; that goddamn smile. My head goes fuzzy and I feel like a kid at a candy store.

“Grab my backpack.” He points to the chair near my desk without looking up. “I brought you something.”

Curiosity snaps me out of eye-oggling my brother’s, well I guess he is nowmy,best friend. Sitting down in the spot where the backpack was on the chair, I unzip it before a giddy squeal leaves my lips and without even looking over I can hear Jesse’s chuckle under his breath. I pull out the bottle of vodka, orange juice and a Tupperware container with six jelly shots. I hold the container in the air, in question. “Leftovers, Mum made them for the end-of-season football party last night.”

Jesse’s mum is an absolute gem. Always has been. “Make sure you thank her for me.” I smile. “Even if she didn’t make them for me specifically.” I grab two shots and plop myself down next to Jesse.

“Nah, Meadow.” He shakes his head. “Those are just for you, I’m driving home.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Jesse has been working with his dad on a HJ Holden Ute since his sixteenth birthday. Last month, when he turned eighteen, his dad got it on the road for him and now that he has his licence, Jesse and that car are inseparable.

“Oh come on,” I pout. “You can crash here, pleeeeease.” Pulling out all the stops, I bat my eyelashes at him; he rolls his eyes and grabs the shot from me. Another win for me, that was way too easy. Kinsley - 1: Jesse - 0

Three jelly shots and two vodka and orange juices later, I’m stumbling over my words and feeling emotionally lighter than I have in years. Is this what it’s like to be drunk? Jesse and I are both lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Propping myself up on my elbow, I turn to face him. “When you texted earlier, you said you were coming to give me my birthday present.” When he stays silent I probe further. “Was it the alcohol?”

As always, Jesse tries to make light of the situation. “My presence isn’t enough of a gift?” He laughs at his joke and turns to face me. He opens his mouth and closes it again, as if contemplating how to respond. “I wanted to give you the gift of a clear mind, to take a weight off of your shoulders, even just for a night.” His emerald green eyes lock me into a trance.

I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol, but in this moment I’m left not knowing what to say. I know Jesse cares, shit, we have been through a lot together over the years. But for him to open up, even just a little, that’s big. Jesse is the happy-go-lucky one, the jokester. Maybe it’s the alcohol making him more vulnerable.

“Can you keep a secret?” The words tumble out before I realise what I’m saying. Jumping up, I reach out for him and Jesse stands and takes my hand. Leading him out the backdoor, I take him somewhere I’ve never taken anyone before. To the only place that allows me to feel anything close to weightless, a place that mimics the feeling he has been able to give me tonight. My place of escape.

Chapter Six

Tanner

Kinsley drops to her knees and I grit my teeth. The sight of her in front of me has pre-cum leaking from my tip. Unbuttoning my jeans, her soft hands wrap around my cock as she pulls it from my briefs. She glances up at me, the gold specks in her eyes sparkling. Kinsley holds our eye contact as her tongue circles my tip and she hums in approval.

Her hand works my base and plump lips wrap around my length. My head falls back and a low growl comes from deep in my chest. Two can play this game. Leaning forward I take her ponytail in my hand and wrap her long locks around my fist, once — twice.

“Do you want to keep teasing me like a little brat? Or are you going to swallow my cock like a good girl?” She looks up at me through her dark lashes and smiles a wicked grin, her lips still wrapped around me. My eyes fall shut. “That fucking mouth …” I moan, dragging out the words as I tighten my grip on her hair and thrust myself deeper into her throat.

When my eyes open, Kinsley is no longer on her knees in front of me. Instead, I’m alone in my bed with a raging hard on. Covering my face with my hands, I sigh. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I last saw her.Fuck.Why can’t I escape this girl? Like an addict seeking their next fix I grab my phone and send off a text.

Me - How was work last night?

Bubbles show up on the screen seconds later …

Kinsley - Work was quiet and a girlfriend got stood up at the bar, so I opted for a night of drinks and dancing. You could say that I’m paying for it now.

Me - Jump in the shower. I’ve got the perfect hangover cure.

Kinsley - Enlighten me?

Me - Wear jeans. It involves the back of my bike.

The way I see it, I have two options. I could stroll into her apartment and handcuff her to the bed, teaching her a lesson for getting drunk without someone there to look out for her safety. I could bring her to the cusp of her orgasm over and over, until she promises never to put herself in danger, ever again. Or, I could lock down the whole crazy possessive shit for a little while longer and give her the benefit of the doubt, because she was at the bar she works at — well that she owns, but I’m not supposed to know that yet.

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