that will make her feel guilty.
Jazz rests her head on top of mine, and we all take a minute to catch our breath. Bentley reaches down and grabs the shirt he was wearing, using it to clean Jazz's hand. She sits up, observing him removing any trace of him from each one of her fingers. When Bent's done, he offers her a bashful smile.
She leans to the side as he cups his hands around her face and presses a quick kiss against her lips. “Thank you, baby girl.”
She releases a surprised laugh, making me choke back a groan since I'm still inside her. "What are you thanking me for? I'm the one who came twice."
Bentley grins. “Naw, girl. That was hot as fuck, and believe me when I say the pleasure was all mine.” His expression takes a serious turn. “I was thanking you for trusting me enough to do that.” He flicks his finger between the three of us. “To do this. You have my word that what happened here tonight will never leave this room.”
Jazz’s cheeks flush as she gives him a soft smile. “Thanks, Bent.”
Bentley stands and pulls his pants back on. Putting one hand on my shoulder, he says, "I'm going to shower and hit the hay. You know where the guest room is."
“Yep,” I confirm.
After he leaves the room, Jazz presses her lips to the corner of my mouth. “So, what now?”
She yelps when I stand abruptly, wrapping her ankles behind my back. “Now, we go take our own shower.”
Her musical laughter rings down the hall as I carry her to the guest bedroom. I decide at that moment that I'm going to do everything in my power to hear that sound as often as possible.
“MMM. GOOD MORNING.” Jazz draws lazy circles on my chest as she snuggles into me.
"Yes. Yes, it is. Although, I think my dick may be broken."
Jazz laughs, sliding her hand beneath the stark white sheet. “Hmm...doesn’t feel broken.”
I was already hard before she touched me, but as she pumps her hand up and down, I swell. Jesus, we’ve fucked five times in the last nine hours, and when I say fucked, I do mean thoroughly. I honestly don’t know how my dick is still working.
I still can't believe last night started out the way it did. I've never felt more helpless than I did when Jazz had that panic attack. Her eyes, which are typically so expressive, were completely vacant. Haunted. I wasn't getting through to her with words, so I did the only thing I could think of and kissed her.
While the kiss helped pull Jazz out of the headspace she was trapped in, it also brought out the most primitive version of her. I meant every word when I told her I wouldn't share. And I still feel that way now, but apparently, I can't say no to this girl. When Jazz called out to Bentley, asking him to stay, putting a stop to it never crossed my mind.
Every instinct inside of me wanted to push Fitzgerald away and beat his ass. I won’t lie and say watching him devour her pussy didn’t turn me on. It was live porn, for fuck’s sake. But it was more about her getting off than the act itself.
If I'm honest with myself, the rational part of my brain knew what happened last night was inevitable. Well, minus the panic attack. Jazz had to resolve the tension between them, and Bentley needed to learn that Jazz isn't going to replace Carissa. I know he thinks he might love Jazz, but I know my brother, and I know that's not true. Bentley may love Jazz, but he's not in love with her. He’s just confused because she’s the first girl to come along since Carissa died that he actually cares about.
Regardless of his misguided affection, Bent's acquiescence couldn't have been any more apparent. After last night, I'd say he's crystal clear that Jazz could never be his because she was made for me. I’ve no doubt there will never be another woman who gets me the way she does. This girl sees straight down into the darkest depths of my soul. She knows there’s a monster lurking inside of me, but there’s a similar darkness in her, waiting to be unleashed.
Jazz needs someone who understands the pull. Her meltdown last night proves there’s a fucking hurricane of diverging emotions that she doesn’t understand, doesn’t know how to control. Lucky for her, I’ve become