Chapter 13
Jack
It took two weeks before Noel would talk to me again. Two weeks of slammed doors and unanswered questions.
He used the center’s credit card to buy something at a jewelry store. He wouldn’t tell me what exactly. We’re on fragile ground. His court hearing is in two months, and I am unsure if I can keep him out of trouble.
So why did I risk everything to see Morgan?
I sulk. I know the answer:
Because every damn day I wake up and go to sleep thinking about her.
I could look over the religious thing for a hook-up, but the fact my brother is in love with her makes Morgan forbidden. It’s a betrayal to my own family. My own blood.
If only I found her first.
But I didn’t.
I’m not a caveman. She isn’t a possession to be traded, but there are unspoken rules about not fucking your brother’s love interest. Even if they’d never be together.
Oh well.
The sunrise streams through the blinds and dust floats in the air. I grab my phone from the nightstand. I check the text thread and exhale. Morgan didn’t re-block me.
Good, but she didn’t reply to my picture despite seeing it. That irritates me more than her blocking me ever did.
Where did the needy girl go? The one who wouldn’t go home and trembled when I touched her. I didn’t think I’d like a clingy woman. Now, I miss it. I spent one day with Morgan after the robbery, and it seems so long ago, but it left an impression on me I can’t shake.
I open her social media profile and thumb through her latest posts. If I see that rapist-fuck, I’m gonna lose my mind.
Good. My jaw unclenches. No posts with him. Just some shots of her at the book signing by herself.
My thumb itches to post our picture and tag her. Show the world a nonbeliever dare lay a finger on their saint. I resist. Noel would see it. He checks her page as often as I do.
Fuck, I wish she was here in my bed. The bed feels cold. I’d pull her over and climb between those warm thighs and...
I close my eyes and stroke my morning wood, hating that my hand isn’t her pussy.
The girl had to move on. I felt those soaking wet panties. She’s a curious girl dying to lose her virginity. That’s why she let a nobody like me touch her. She never texted me after. Probably realized I’m just a guy with a busted car and two difficult brothers.
Not that I wanted her to contact me. It just would’ve been nice. Nice to know a girl like that didn’t see me as a regret. A girl as sweet and sexy...
My hand moves faster and I’m so fucking hard just thinking about her that I’m already about to nut. My mouth parts and I breathe shallow.
Knock, knock.
I don’t have to ask. It’s Tommy.
I bite my lip to silence a groan. No use finishing now. He won’t go away.
When I open the door, I skip the hug to let my disappointed boner settle. Instead I usher him to the kitchen where I start breakfast.
Grease pops on the skillet while I check my phone several times.
This is dumb. I want her to stay away from that guy. That’s it. Simple.
And I want to talk to her.
Just texting.
Me: Morning. Sleep well?
I stare at it, my thumb hovering over the send button.
Don’t do it, Jack.
Send.
Fuck.
I snap a piece of bacon and chew, waiting.
dumb girl: GM, I slept OK.
A smirk grows across my lips. What a good girl. She replied.
Me: cant stop thinking of u
I backspace right away. Don’t send that. Try again.
Me: I hope u have a good day
It’s lame as hell but it’s something.
dumb girl: u too
I hate her short answers. She feels so far away. Like she’s already fading into the past once more. Like she never shook for me on that couch.
Me: picture?
It’s greedy. I’m pushing it, but I want to see her. Just to pretend.
Noel rubs his eyes as he sits at the table.
I cringe as a sense of betrayal seeps in. My stomach knots.
dumb girl: *picture of her in pink pajamas, smiling sweetly at the camera.*
My breath catches. Absolutely stunning. And that smile.
My gaze traces down to her ample breasts. The top stretches to contain them. It’s buttoned up to her neck.
I lick my lips like the wolf I am.
Me: more (devil emoji)
dumb girl: I cant
Me: I never saw ur tits
Send.
Fuck me. Too far.
But I don’t correct myself. She might surprise me.
My knee bounces under the table in anticipation. I deserve to be ignored.
When the tension drags and becomes unbearable, I know I fucked up.
Me: nm srry
dumb girl: *picture of the top unbuttoned but still draped over her nipples.*
Her face isn’t in the picture. I can see the curve and bottom of her breasts, though, and they’re monstrous. I’d love to play with those things.
My cock twitches and I rest my forehead on the tabletop. She’s killing me. I take a moment to recover, then reply.
Me: (skull emojis)
dumb girl: u like?
Understatement of the century.
Me: YES
I close the screen to stop myself from completely losing it and asking for something that will make her hit that block button again.
My phone buzzes.
dumb girl: ur turn
Oh, you naughty little church girl. She has no idea what filthy things I want to do to her.
I open my camera roll, tempted to send a dick pic. I don’t have any at the moment. It might scare her off, anyway. She shook at the bookstore. I’m the wrong guy for something so innocent. Some Christian prince has a better chance at busting her cherry. He probably already did.
Hell with it. I wanna find out what she likes.
Me: What kind of pic?
dumb girl: idk
Knew it. Too innocent. My stomach sinks along with my hopes of sexting.
Me: *picture of me and Tommy*
dumb girl: awww I love it!!
dumb girl: (heart emojis)
Too damn innocent.
But she liked the picture, and as much as I want to deny it, her nonsexual reaction doesn’t disappoint me as much as I expected.
Me: I have to get to work.
Safe.
Me: Text me tonight
Not safe.
dumb girl: I will
I smile like an idiot. It fades when I look at Noel. He eats silently while staring at his phone. I stand up with my empty plate and walk behind him. He’s browsing Morgan’s page.
I want to pull out my hair, but I say nothing. I’m pissed because he’s fawning over her, that I can’t touch her... that I love my brother. It would be easier if I didn’t.
However, my life isn’t what I planned. It’s what I was given. I don’t have time for a girl, but I have time for this one thing. Guess a few texts a day isn’t so bad. Fuck, I already feel better despite the Noel-part. If he doesn’t find out...
Yeah. I shouldn’t, but I’ll keep texting her. It’s the furthest I’ll go, but it’s something. A small light in my life that is just for me. I can still take care of my brothers and the center.
I just want this one thing for myself.