Chapter 36
Jonathan
I wake with a groan when I try to roll over and my very hard dick gets in the way.
‘ Fuck, ’ I think to myself as I roll out of bed and grip my length through my briefs. I can practically feel it pulsing, begging me for relief. Making my way to my bathroom, I turn the shower on before stripping down. My dick is hard and angry looking. It's also chaffed. I may have jerked off one too many times last night after walking in on my brother fucking Kaz. I might have even done it while standing outside of his bedroom door and listening to their moans like a fucking creeper. I’m not even sorry about it either. I step into the shower and pour some body wash onto myself before gripping my length firmly and tugging. Memories of Kaz riding him, her head thrown back in pleasure while she came all over his dick, resurface. She looked so fucking perfect, her body flushed from the intensity of her orgasm. The look in her eyes when I knew she wanted me to stay and oh how I wanted to, but I knew they needed that. They needed that moment together, just the two of them.
“Fuck, fuck,” I grit out as my orgasm slams into me and my cum coats the shower wall. That was fast. I quickly clean up, before exiting the shower. The apartment is quiet as I throw on a pair of joggers and grab a t-shirt. I’m slipping it on over my head as I walk out of my bedroom when I notice Jamison sitting out on our balcony by himself. As I walk closer, I notice he doesn’t have his phone or even a computer with him. Definitely not normal for him.
“Brother?” I ask, as I slide the balcony door open and step out. He’s got a far away look in his eyes, like he’s thinking intensely. “Brother,” I repeat, pulling a chair out next to him, “are you okay?”
His head whips around and his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. “I’m fine.”
It dawns on me then. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it earlier as I jump out of my chair and rush towards his room. I fling the door open quickly, frantically searching for Kaz. She sleeps peacefully on Jamison’s bed, bundled up under his cover, her blonde hair splayed over the pillow. My heart rate slows when I realize she’s okay. It’s not that I think he would hurt her, at least not on purpose. My brother is a master at control when he’s awake. It’s when sleep comes, and the nightmares take over, that his true demons come out. I quietly slip from the room and make my way back out to the balcony before sitting down again.
“She slept in your bed.”
He doesn’t respond to me as he continues to stare out over the city.
“She slept in your bed and you didn’t hurt her,” I repeat. “Tell me brother, did you dream? Did the nightmares come out to play? Lie and tell me you didn’t just have the best sleep of your life.”
“How do you know I didn’t hurt her? What makes you think I wasn’t plagued with the nightmares from our past?” He grits out, still not looking me in the eye.
“I know,” I say, smirking. “I know because when she’s in my arms, I don’t suffer either. She’s like our own personal dreamcatcher, Jamison. Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me you don’t care about her”
“I don’t have the capacity to feel the way you do, Jonathan. You know this.”
“You care about me,” I state.
“You are my flesh and blood. My other half. We are one. It is not the same." he replies in a bored tone.
“What if I want her for myself then?” I ask, baiting him. His fingers grip the armrest on his chair, making me smirk. “What if I don’t want to share her anymore? Would you let me have her then? Would you give your other half this one request?”
“You know I cannot," he grits out. His knuckles are practically white with how tightly he’s gripping his chair. He peers over at me with such intensity in his eyes. They narrow when he sees me still smirking at him.
“You care for her. You wouldn’t give her to me anymore than you would give me to her, Brother,” I say standing up and walking over to his chair.
I lean over, placing my hands around his, my face inches from his. “You love her. You may not understand it, but I see it. I feel it. She was made for us. For the both of us, and now that we have her, we can’t ever let her go.”
The door slides open, revealing Kaz in a loose t-shirt. “Am I interrupting something?” she asks quizzically.
“Not at all, Pretty Girl,” I say standing back up and stalking towards her. She smirks when she sees me peruse her body, starting at her legs and making my way up to the hem over her shirt. I lean against her, running my fingers up the outside of her thigh. My dick is already hard again. I don’t know how I'll survive with this permanent hard on I seem to have since she’s been around me 24/7. I know she can feel it as I press myself up against her. “If you don’t go and put some clothes on, you may end up reenacting the scene from last night, but this time your mouth will be full. She leans up to kiss me, nibbling on my lip as she pulls away and grazes her hand down the outside of the crotch of my pants.
“Mmm, tempting," she says, making me growl out when she squeezes my dick. “However, Riley just called. Sebastian and her are on their way over. They won’t be more than ten minutes out.” She pulls away from me quickly and walks back towards Jamison’s room, whipping the t-shirt over her head in the process showing how naked she was underneath. “I need to change.”
“You torture me,” I say, placing my hand over my heart and making her laugh. “Just wait until they leave. I hope you got a good night’s rest, Pretty Girl.”
She looks back, smiling before disappearing around the corner and when I turn back towards Jamison, I find him also watching her with clear lust in his eyes.