16. Jax
JAX
I look up as Jace throws the door to our room open and strides inside.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
He shrugs and shoots me one of his trademark lazy grins. “Nothing.”
“Uh-huh,” I say dryly. “And that’s why you look like you got mauled by a bobcat?”
He waves dismissively and heads over to his wardrobe. “It’s nothing.”
“If you say so.” I sweep my gaze over his back as he pulls the heavy wooden doors open and grabs a fresh shirt from one of the shelves.
“It’s nothing,” he repeats as he closes the wardrobe doors and tosses his clean shirt on his bed.
“Uh-huh,” I say dubiously.
“I got in a fight.” He pulls his dusty and torn shirt off and tosses it in his hamper.
“I can see that.” I give him a once-over. He’s not hurt, but between the bruises forming on his chest and arms, the tear in the knee of his jeans, and the swollen red mark on his left cheekbone, whoever he fought with got a few good hits in. “Do I need to ask if Xave is still standing?”
“It wasn’t with Xave.” He yanks his clean shirt on and rakes his hand through his hair to push the strands back from where they’ve fallen over his face.
“Are you going to tell me who it was with?”
“No.” He doesn’t look at me as he goes over to his desk and roots around in one of the drawers.
“You’re pissed at me.”
“I’m not pissed.” He slips something in his pocket and closes the drawer with his hip. “I’m just tired of you lying to everyone, including yourself, about what’s going on.”
“I’m not lying to anyone, not anymore.”
“So you admit you’re attached?” He crosses his arms over his chest and gives me a hard look.
“Yes.”
I don’t miss the flicker of surprise in his gaze. He didn’t expect me to admit it.
“And you’ve been fucking him, not just fucking with him,” he continues, his expression daring me to deny it.
It’s been a week since the first time Myles challenged me to hunt him in the woods, and we’ve fallen into a routine where he turns his statue around so I can see him get ready to go for a run. Then he gives the camera a smirky grin or a sassy wink as he leaves his room.
It's happened every day without fail, even with school starting up again earlier this week.
Some days I’ll give him a head start before I make my way to the woods to seek him out, and other days I’m ready and waiting to start the game as soon as he steps outside Boone House.
Then the real fun starts, and when I finally catch him, he gives his token resistance until I tie him up and bend him over. That’s when he fully gives in, and I fuck him until he comes so hard he almost blacks out.
And the best part isn’t how he doesn’t hold back when he runs from me, and he doesn’t half-ass his efforts to hide.
He takes the game as seriously as I do, but that’s only half of the fun for me.
The other half comes from watching him battle his inner demons as he tries to escape while I tie him down.
He wants me; he just doesn’t want to want me, and the moment he finally lets go and allows me to have total control over him is the most incredible and intense thing I’ve ever experienced.
It’s messed up, and it doesn’t make any sense, but instead of getting bored with him, each time is better than the last and makes me want him even more.
Watching him come apart on my dick as I fuck him is everything, and so is how he doesn’t hold back or hide any of his reactions from me.
Having that kind of power over him is as addictive as it is erotic, and it’s the first time that sex hasn’t been a chore for me and I’ve been able to let go and fully enjoy it.
I’ve never fucked a guy before Myles, but being with him feels completely natural, and I don’t give a fuck that he’s a guy or that he has a dick.
Like my brother, I’ve never labeled myself or my sexuality, but others have.
To the outside world, I’m straight, but that doesn’t mean I’m only into women.
Before Myles, I’d never been interested in anyone, and the few times I was horny enough to want to fuck someone, women were my only options. I would have fucked a guy if I found one I wanted to hook up with, and now that I have, I don’t want to stop fucking him.
I’m not sure how Jace figured it out, but it doesn’t matter. If he’s asking me directly, then I’m going to tell him the truth. We’ve never kept secrets from each other, and the fact that we’re both hiding shit now doesn’t sit right with me. It’s time to come clean and gain some of his trust back.
I nod, confirming his suspicions.
The hardness fades from his eyes and is replaced by something I’ve only seen a handful of times in our entire lives. He looks hurt.
Jace and I aren’t just twins. We’re two parts of the same soul. He’s literally my other half, and just like he’s the only one who can hurt me, I’m the only one who can hurt him.
“How long has it been going on for?” he asks.
“Almost a week.”
He drops his arms and leans his hip against the edge of his desk. “How did you go from fucking with the kid to actually fucking him? That kinda goes against the whole observe from afar aspect of what you were supposed to be doing.”
“He’s different,” I say, not sure how else to explain it. “He figured out I was watching him pretty much as soon as I started, and he reached out to me just before the break.”
“Reached out to you?” He shoots me a confused look. “How the fuck did he do that?”
I tell him about the clues I left behind in his room and how he used the messages in his window to confirm that I was watching him.
“Christ on a bike, bro,” he says before I can tell him more. “And you answered him?”
I nod.
He lets out a theatrical sigh. “What else. I know that’s not the whole story.”
I fill him in on how those messages led to our first game of hide and seek, and how he jerked off for me when he knew I was watching. I also tell him about how Myles found the cameras and how he blocked one and turned the other around so I can only see him on them when he wants me to.
He doesn’t interrupt, but his expression is unamused, and he waits until I pause my story to speak again.
“And I’m guessing things evolved from there if this has been going on for the last week.”
“Yeah,” I confirm. “I spoke to him. That’s when things really changed.”
“Spoke to him?” Jace’s expression is unamused. “Like verbally spoke to him?”
I nod. “Through the camera you lifted for me.”
He shakes his head again. “Of course you did.”
“He figured out it had a two-way microphone. He initiated it.”
“But you chose to engage with him,” he counters. “You gave him the clues to find them. You facilitated this.”
“True,” I concede.
“So he’s been challenging you, his stalker, to chase him through the woods so you can fuck his brains out against a tree, and he has no idea who you are?” he asks incredulously.
“Pretty much.”
“And he hasn’t made any effort to see your face or anything?”
I shake my head.
He huffs out a bewildered laugh. “I mean, I get it. I sure as fuck wouldn’t have passed on the chance to take him up on what he was offering, so I can’t really blame you for doing exactly what I would have done in your position.
” A smirk lifts the corner of his mouth.
“But damn, bro. Who woulda thought little Myles would be such a freak?”
“Not me,” I say honestly.
“Well, now that you’re not lying to yourself or me anymore, I guess I can tell you where I was before I had my little run-in.” He leans back in his chair, placing his forearms on the armrests in a casual pose. “And who I was talking to.”
“Who were you talking to?” I ask when he doesn’t elaborate.
“Carter.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup.” He swings back and forth in his chair. “I had him look into a few things for us while he’s on break.”
“And?” I prompt when he falls silent.
“And he figured out the link between the Kings and Myles.” He picks up a pen and spins it around his fingers. “Wanna know what it is?
“Obviously.”
“Jacob Fisher.”
“And that’s helpful how?” I ask. “We already knew he was the one blackmailing Myles. It’s not like I can interrogate a dead man and get answers from him.”
“No, but you can hold your damn horses and let me finish.”
I shoot him a flat look and keep quiet.
“Good boy,” he says with a smirk.
I flip him off. “Are you going to tell me or keep being an asshole?”
“Not sure, pissing you off is fun.” He gives me a cheeky grin.
“But fine, I’ll tell you what Carter found.
” He leans forward. “Jacob Fisher’s real name was Jensen Fallbrook, and according to his rap sheet, he’s a lifelong criminal who spent the last decade working for a certain dead guy who tried to off Felix. ”
“What does that have to do with the Kings?” I ask.
“Nothing. There’s no connection there other than bro got him a job on campus so he could have access to Felix, and he used the Kings to deflect any suspicions onto them if he was caught.”
“That’s it? That’s the only connection?”
“Yeppers.” Jace leans back in his chair and taps his fingers against his thigh in a quick pattern.
“Between Jensen, Myles, and the Kings, at least. I found evidence that Myles has been poking around in the Kings’ system, so we can’t rule out that he’s on their shit list for other reason, but the hit on Felix had nothing to do with the Kings, same with Jensen blackmailing Myles. ”
“So if the Kings weren’t involved in the hit on Felix, that means that the threats against Felix are officially over.”
“Yup.” Jace nods. “But wait, there’s more,” he says like an infomercial host.
“Of course there is.” I shake my head. “Hit me with it.”
“Once Carter was able to verify that Jacob was Jensen and tie him to the mastermind behind all this shit, he poked around in the Kings’ system.”
I sit up straighter. “And he found something?”