Twenty-five #2
I ignored his worried comment and kept a steady motion while my tongue danced around his length.
Javier tried to slow the pace and keep himself contained by moving his hips slower and loosening his grip.
He was a tad gentler, but he still kept a steady rhythm.
My jaw ached, but I was too far in to quit now.
Soon, his body began to tense and his grip on my hair tightened. Before I knew what was happening, he had pulled me off him as he let out a guttural cry. His body shook as he came, and part of me was grateful I didn’t have to force it down my throat.
He let out a hard grunt as he leaned his weight on my shoulder for support.
“You okay?” he asked, panting.
“More than okay.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “And you thought I couldn’t do it.”
Javi watched me with a prideful smirk. “You did so well, baby. I knew your mouth was good for more than just backtalk.”
My stomach did a somersault at his words—he was proud of me. I averted my gaze from his to try and hide the smile on my face.
Javi’s hand traveled down my waist. “My turn.”
Before I could respond, the sound of clashing sounded in the room. Our eyes widened as they traveled down the hall to stare toward my bedroom door. The twins were in the house and had been the whole time.
I muttered a slew of curses as Javier pulled up his pants and I began to get rid of every bit of post-climatic evidence.
I frantically wiped my mouth off with a towel and Javier picked up the knocked over bowl and spoons.
The place had looked like a tornado tore through and we hadn’t even put the batter in the oven yet.
"Gabriela's brother?" Emerson questioned, her and Easton standing before me.
I analyzed their expressions to see if I could find any disgust or discomfort in them. Any indications that they had heard what Javier and I had just done. I let out a breath I didn’t know when I was holding when I saw none of that on their faces.
"You have seen him before, Emerson," Easton deadpanned. "The better question is what is he doing here?"
Easton sat down on the bar stool before us and Emerson followed behind.
He put his elbows on the counter and rested his chin on his hands with a mischievously sweet smile.
I leaned against the counter as naturally as I possibly could, trying my best to hide the throbbing erection that was straining in my pants.
My brother was grinning like he knew something that we didn't. "Are you going to answer my question or are you just going to stare at me?"
"I invited him over," I stated.
Easton tilted his head. "Pretty sure we aren't supposed to have guests over right now."
I shifted awkwardly as I scoffed sarcastically. "Yes, because you always follow the rules.”
My brother ignored my comment, turning his attention to Javi. At first his stare was blank, but then he blinked and his eyebrows raised. "Hey, aren’t you the guy who paid for Elias' trip? The nerd trip, or whatever it's called."
Ignoring the fact that Easton called it the ‘nerd trip,’ Javier responded neutrally. “Yeah, that was me.”
"So your parents have money?" Easton smirked. Javier stuffed his hands into his pockets coolly and settled for a loose shrug.
"Easton, stop," I warned. I knew what he was going to ask next.
"I'm not talking to you,” he snarled.
Javier took a side-step closer to me and our arms brushed together. I put my hands on the counter and leaned against it. Anything to try and help the aching in my pants that had nowhere to let out.
"He's going to ask you if you'll take us too," Emerson said, her words directed to Javier. Easton’s jaw dropped and his head jerked in offense.
"But the more I think about it, the more I realize how rude it is for us to ask you to do that. Just because you did it for Eli doesn’t mean we get that invitation too. You can ignore Easton."
Easton threw his arms out in disbelief as he glared at his twin sister. "Why would you say that?"
"Because it's the truth."
"You're supposed to be on my side here."
"Can you please leave?" I pleaded. My muscles were tense and my dick was aching, I was about ready to beg for their exit. "We're trying to bake cookies, and we'd like to finish."
"We are not talking to you," he enunciated each word dramatically as he spoke.
My shoulders shrugged as I began to chuckle. Life was so ridiculous that it was funny. I tried to convince myself that bringing Javi here would go uninterrupted, but I always knew that someone would fuck it up. Who better than my brother?
"You ruin everything," I snapped.
" You ruin everything," Easton rebutted. "Sorry for wanting to ask a simple question."
Javier’s eyes searched mine for some indication on what to do. He then spoke hesitantly, "I guess I could ask my parents and see if—"
"Ignore him, Javi. He’s just a leech who thinks that if he bullies his way through shit, he’ll always get what he wants.”
Easton’s eyes narrowed and darkened at the sound of my words. He parted his lips to speak, and I braced myself for whatever foul words were about to come out of my mouth, but nothing came. He felt Emersons eyes sending a harsh glare his way and bit his tongue.
Hmm, odd.
"Whatever," he huffed. "At least let us help you finish baking before Macy gets home."
"Which will be soon." My sister looked at her phone for the time. "She went to see a movie with Daniel and it ends in about an hour. I was eavesdropping earlier and found that out. You’re welcome."
I looked at Javier to see if he was alright with this.
He didn’t offer much to go off, but he appeared indifferent.
Did I want the twins to help us bake? No, it was something I was doing with Javi.
The last thing I wanted was their interruption, especially since I had a raging boner that needed to be dealt with.
However, a piece of me was feeling sorry about the whole trip situation. God, I hated empathy.
“Fine, but I…uh. I have to go to the bathroom,” I announced awkwardly.
The twins shared a look of confusion and then Easton eyed me skeptically. “Thanks for letting us know, champ.”
Javier nudged my shoulder as he gave me a look that said, ‘I’ll make it up to you later, promise.’ I felt a surge in my abdomen at the thought and swiftly moved to the bathroom, making sure to keep my back facing the twins.
I spent a few minutes in the bathroom to take care of my… issue. The relief from the painful blue balls I just experienced had tears in my fucking eyes.
I came back to find the kitchen cleaner than it was before.
The batter was in the oven, Javi was wiping the counters, and the twins were finishing up the frosting.
It was like a scene from a coming-of-age movie, everyone working together peacefully and bonding.
That was how my siblings acted when they weren’t around me.
Javier came up to me with the empty bowl of batter. He scooped some of the leftovers on the sides onto his finger and held it before my mouth.
“Try it,” he said softly.
I turned my head to face the twins. They were too occupied with the frosting to worry about Javi and I. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I stared at my rival's finger, the white batter dripping from it.
His finger was only an inch away from my mouth and I was afraid the twins were going to turn around, so I reluctantly parted my lips. When I leaned in to lick it off his finger, he moved his hand and wiped it on the tip of my nose.
“Asshole,” I muttered, my shoulders sagging from embarrassment. To elevate some of the heat in my stomach from the smug smile on Javier’s face, I stuck my finger in the bowl and tried some myself.
"How is it?" Javi asked me expectantly.
"Worst thing I've ever tasted." My tone was dull, but my small smile showed that wasn’t the case.
He put his hand on his chest and feigned offense. "Ouch."
I ripped a napkin off the paper towel roll and wiped the frosting off my nose. "It’s the perfect level of sweet. I don’t know how you manage to make everything you do perfect."
"Not everything I do is perfect," he said seriously, but not harshly. "Now c'mon, the cookies are done."
The cookies were baked at the perfect amount of time, a golden-brown tint to them. We allowed them ten minutes to cool before the four of us took turns lathering frosting on each cookie. We didn't have a piping bag so we couldn't make them look pretty, but all we truly cared about was the taste.
I took a seat on top of the countertop as if I owned the place and Javi leaned his back against it next to me. Having never baked cookies from scratch before, I’d say I did a pretty damn good job. They tasted immaculate . I couldn’t give myself all the credit, but I could give some.
“Oh my goodness.” Emerson began to do a tiny dance with a cookie in her hand. “These taste so good!”
“You know how much better they would taste if we added something special to it?” My brother smirked.
Emerson’s happy dance slowed. “Not everyone is a pothead like you.”
My chewing came to an abrupt stop as bright headlights flash through the window. I had underestimated how much time I had before my aunt got home.
"Javi, you have to go," I said quickly.
“Yeah, I saw." Javier’s hands held my waist as he helped me down from the counter. "How should I leave?"
Not wanting to waste time explaining, I took his hand and dragged him to the bedroom. I brought Javi to the window and opened it. I peeked my head out to the side to see if Macy was out of the car yet, but I couldn't tell from where I was standing.
"I'm sorry that you have to leave so soon." I frowned. "And from the window."
"It's okay,” he said gently.
"Listen Javi, I—"
When I heard the loud creak of the front door swinging open, I knew we were out of time. If Macy was about to throw a hissy-fit, then I did not want him to be here for that.
He leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. "Bye, Eli."
"Bye, Javi," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Then he was out of the window, out of my grasp.
My heart swelled in my chest knowing he was now gone.
My head was overwhelmed with thoughts—that was normal, I always had trouble getting the voices in my head to silence themselves.
These thoughts, though, did not make me want to numb myself.
No, they made me want to feel. They made me ache for the affection of the man I used to swear was the bane of my existence.
With a deep breath, I made my way into the kitchen. I walked in mid yelling.
"What made you think it was okay to use my ingredients to make what you wanted?" my aunt yelled at my brother.
He shrugged as he feigned innocence. “I just wanted a sweet treat.”
“You’re testing my patience,” Macy warned sternly. “Clean up those dishes.”
That was the last thing she said to any of us before she stormed off. Easton moved past me to go clean the dishes like he was told. There weren’t too many since we had finished most before she made it home, but it was still a hefty amount.
My brother almost knocked me over to get to the kitchen sink. I was rubbing my shoulder as Emerson came to me.
"He took the blame for you," she informed me.
“Why?”
“Don’t ask me. You should be grateful.”
My eyes focused on Easton as he began to clean. "I am."
She nodded before making her way to the dishes to help. I followed behind her even though it was not enough dishes to need three people at once. It was the least I could do since it was technically my mess.
I was fucking exhausted from the roller coaster of a day.
From the competition, to being around Javi, to my siblings and aunt being their usual selves, it was all a lot.
Who knew why my brother had taken the blame for me.
Maybe he was simply feeling generous. Maybe he felt bad for me because he knew Macy would be angrier if she knew I had made the mess versus him.
I didn’t know. There was merely one thing that had become clear to me because of the events of today, and I had only recently just admitted this to myself.
I had feelings for Javier Cortez.