Page 54 of When We Collide

“Yeah, I’m good.” Lifting her hand that’s resting on my chest I press a kiss to her wrist just over her pulse point and I feel it quickening against my lips. Jeyla’s fingers brush against my cheek and she sighs.

“Oh, here we, here we go. These two are giving each other the smouldering eyes again. Shane, we better go baby, before we really do witness a live sex show.”

Thank God, my sister finally takes the hint.

My fingers curl at the nape of her neck and I’m drawing her lips to mine, they barely touch when I feel a pillow hit the side of my face from across the room. “I said we’re leaving!” Ash announces and I turn to glare at her.

“BYE!” I retort and throw the pillow back at her and the little bitch sniggers at my annoyance. “You know where the fucking door is. Don’t let it hit your arse on the way out.”

“Dean, stop being rude.” Jeyla chastises me and looks over at Ash. “It’s still early, you guys don’t have to leave, we’ll behave.”

“No, we won’t.” I interject and Jeyla’s eyes veer back to me and she widens them, silently telling me to shut up. “Looking at me like that isn’t doing anything but making me hornier, JJ.” Jeyla’s soft rosy lips lift into a bashful smile as the heat between us travels up to her cheeks giving them a ruddy glow. “Ash, I love you, but get lost,” I almost growl. “Shane...”

“I hear you, bro.” Shane picks up Ashlyn, throws her over his shoulder and carries her out of the house while she squeals all the way to the door. The front door opens and the moment it clicks shut behind them I offer Jeyla a wicked grin.

“Alone at last,” I murmur, pulling her down into my lap so she’s straddling my hips. “Fuck me, I thought they’d never leave.”

“Dean, that was incredibly rude.”

With a deep sigh, I nod slowly and gently brush my fingers through the soft, silky strands of her hair. The light catches on the strands, creating a shimmering halo around her head. As I pull the loose strands away from her face, I am struck once again by her undeniable beauty.

“JJ,” I whisper, “it's been absolute chaos around here since we've been back. We haven't had a single moment alone together, and the constantly repeating myself, it's starting to take its toll.”

“Well, that's what happens when you come back from the dead apparently,” she responds with a wry smile. Her words hold a hint of playful teasing, but also a tinge of sadness. “It's only natural for people to be curious and want answers, Dean. These people were all at your funeral. They mourned your death, and now a year later you just pop back up. Can you blame them for wanting some explanation?” I reach for her hand, intertwining our fingers and bringing them to my lips for a soft kiss.

“I know, I just want some peace and quiet even if it’s for a little bit.”

Jeyla smiles understandingly and leans in closer to me, offering comfort in her presence. “Well, it’s quiet right now and we’re alone...”

A suggestive smile tugs at my lips as my hands start to wander up her smooth bare thighs where her cotton shorts have ridden up. “I’m scared if I lean in to kiss you someone’s going to knock at that door and I’m going to be forced to shoot them.”

Jeyla laughs softly, “It’s almost ten o’ clock at night. Who comes to visit at this time of night other than your sister?”

“The other notorious cockblocker known as my mother?”

Jeyla grins, “Hm, fair enough.”

“So...” I utter as my head dips and I brush a tender kiss to her collarbone, and when Jeyla sighs lustfully in response, a hot shiver travels up my spine and spreads across my entire body igniting every single nerve ending in its wake.

“So...” Jeyla’s response is a breathy one.

“Are you still firm on us taking things slow or...?” As my lips leisurely travel up her throat, Jeyla grinds herself against my throbbing erection and I groan audibly.

“Uhm... I think it would be wise to take things slow,” Jeyla moans, her teeth sink into her bottom lip as her head tips back to give me more room to kiss and suck on her neck.

“I can go slow,” I whisper with a groan, nipping at her earlobe and relishing in the way her body trembles. “Painstakinglyslow if that’s what you want, baby girl.”

A quaky breath escapes from Jeyla’s lips when I grip her hips and grind my erection over her pussy, and she rocks against me back and forth. I can feel the heat of her arousal seeping through the thick material of my jeans, and I already know she’s wet and ready for one of our wild and passionate fucks. My teeth sinkinto the flesh of her throat, and she hisses, arching her back. “Ahh, fuck.”

“Show me what you want, baby,” I whisper against her skin as my tongue traces a slow, teasing path up her throat. She grinds against me, her hips undulating in time with my movements.

“Use Daddy's cock to make yourself come,” I growl, watching as she shakes with need. “I want to see you shuddering in ecstasy, your body pulsing against mine as you make yourself come over my cock.” The words hang in the air for a moment between our parted lips before Jeyla grabs my jaw and crushes her lips to mine.

Fuck yes, there’s my salacious girl.

Gone is the premise of taking things slowly; our tongues clash in a frenzied dance as we continue to strip each other bare.

“Get the fuck on the sofa,” I command, lifting her off my lap and onto the soft cushions. Without hesitation, Jeyla positions herself at the edge of the sofa while I kneel between her legs, gazing hungrily at her glistening pussy. My mouth waters at the sight and I can't resist licking my lips in anticipation.

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