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Orgasms were
usually a rise, a peak, and a fall. The peak was always short but sweet and totally worth the wait. But, in that moment, bound helplessly beneath Jason’s weight, the peak didn’t end. It continued and continued, draining me of every possible ounce of pleasure.

My body writhed against his, ignoring rule number one. Jason didn’t seem to mind as he worked himself to his own release, grunting in my ear and twitching inside of me. And
still the peak continued, only tempering off to the fall as Jason’s own climax diminished.

I wasn’t sure if I’d had two
back-to-back orgasms or just the longest orgasm of my life and, to be honest, I didn’t care. It was incredible. There were no words to describe it.

As soon as Jason caught his breath back, he wasted no time in releasing me from my bindings. With my hands free, I removed the blindfold and sat up to watch Jason’s nimble fingers releasing my ankles. When he was done, he looked up at me cautiously like he wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

I beamed like a drunken teenager and crawled into his lap, curling up and humming contentedly in his arms. When I looked into his eyes, I could almost see the final walls between us falling away. It felt good. It felt perfect. It felt like the future being built before my very eyes.

Chapter
36

Tuesday
, 12th November 2013

I was never drinking Red Bull again. I was also going to kill Adam. He snickered at me from the other side of the sofa whilst he watched me practically bouncing off the walls with restless energy.
Bradley and Eric just sat with amused grins whilst I suffered.

“Just sit down, Jamie,” Adam chuckled.

“I can’t!” I groaned. It felt like my body was filled with lightning and it was going to explode out at any second. “Why in the world do you drink that stuff?”

“Because it’s delicious,” he grinned back.

When we came back from lectures for the day, he’d convinced me I needed to try some and – like an idiot – I agreed.
We were quite settled in our routine for the term, which was great, but with all the essays piling up for both me and Jason, we were missing each other more often than not.

“Your taste buds are broken,” I scowled at
Adam, shaking my arms out to try and diminish the feeling that ants were crawling inside my veins.

The boys just laughed and Adam cracked open another can. I threw a pillow at him in response and went up the stairs to my room. Once I got there, I realised I didn’t know what I’d come up for so I went back down again. I really didn’t know what I was doing with myself but the movement felt good. I figured I might as well do something useful with the irritating, extra energy.

Zipping back up the stairs, I quickly changed into my running gear. I shouted to the boys to let them know where I was going and received a few manly grunts in reply. It was no wonder I liked having them around, they were just like my brothers.

With the energy drink bubbling through my veins, I set the tempo high straight away. I knew I should hav
e let my body warm up a bit first but I felt like I was running on rocket fuel.

As my shoes pounded the tarmac, I realised that going for a run was a stroke of genius. Jason was working in the lab and he wasn’t alone so I couldn’t join him. Running would pass the time until he got back. Not that hanging out with my flatmates wasn’t fun, it was, I was just completely addicted to Jason and having major withdrawal.

It wasn’t until about twenty minutes into my run that I realised I’d made a mistake. I had no idea how my body would react to the artificial energy I’d ingested. I shouldn’t have trusted it. I’d not even run that far but I could already feel my body growing tired.

I slowed the pace down drastically and settled into a jog. I felt like I’d run a half marathon rather than five kilometres. It left me feeling ridiculously out of shape even though I knew I was at the fittest I’d ever been thanks to my new, improved body weight and the regular training I was getting with athletics, swimming, and martial arts.

The slower pace helped somewhat as well as giving me a chance to take in my surroundings. I was in a residential area surrounding a quaint play park. I very rarely ran on my own anymore and I was usually focussed on my running partner. Whilst Ian had been away, I’d had Xander for company, but since then I was usually with Jason and he was more satisfying to look at than the scenery.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been for a run on my own. Usually, solo running was a good way of getting my thoughts in order but I was in such a happy place that I didn’t feel like I needed it. I actually sort of wished I had company.

I stubbornly forced my way through a few more kilometres, refusing to let chemicals dictate how far I could or couldn’t run. The problem was that I’d built up a bit of a sweat from going fast in the beginning and now that I was going slower, I was getting chilly and the biting wind wasn’t helping.

Spotting an underpass beneath the main road, I ducked in and took a few seconds to escape from the vicious breeze.
I fiddled with my watch whilst I got my breath back. I wasn’t entirely sure which way I’d run but thanks to the GPS watch Jason had bought me, I could see a rough outline of where I’d run. Based on the map, I’d gone in circles a few times and could get back home much more efficiently.

I rested my back against the cool wall of the underpass, relieved to note it didn’t smell like urine or vomit. It was rapidly getting dark and I figured I should head back as soon as possible.

A noise at the opposite end of the cement structure startled me and I looked up to see two teenagers walking a dog. They both had their hoods up and barely glanced my way but it reminded me that I probably wasn’t in the best area of the city. Especially not on my own when it was getting dark.

I pulled the sleeves of my jumper down over my hands and jogged in the rough direction of my house. With the sun now hiding behind the terraced housing and a blanket of darkness sweeping over
the sky, the area looked much less welcoming than it had previously. It was incredible what a difference a few kilometres could make between the inner city areas.

There weren’t many people out but I had the strangest prickling feeling on the back of my neck. I was almost certain I was being watched. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that was spooking me. I convinced myself I was being stupid. I was just being childish because it was dark and
I was on my own. Nothing was going to happen.

I reminded myself that my martial arts skills were getting much better and I would never be a victim again. The thought strengthened my resolve and I made sure I held my head high as I continued running.

I was sure that the fear would diminish with my resolve but it didn’t. I had the distinct impression that I was running away from something rather than just running for the fun of it. I just couldn’t shake it.

I was mentally kicking myself for not running by the main roads where there would at least be more people. I tried to look around myself inconspicuously to see if I could figure out what was bothering me but it was fruitless.

I almost breathed a sigh of relief when my feet found familiar tarmac. I turned onto the road that led down to my house but as I neared my door, an old red banger drove past and I did a double take. The prickling at the back of my neck returned. I was sure I’d seen that car a few times that night.

With that thought in mind, I shot through the front door, locking it behind me before I locked myself in my bedroom. My breathing was coming in
uncontrolled bursts and I took a deep breath to steady it.

Before I ev
en knew what was happening, I’d locked myself in my bathroom and sunk to the floor with my phone in my hand. The number practically dialled itself as I raised my mobile to my ear.

“Jelly?” Xander’s deep voice answered almost instantly. I could hear confusion and concern in his voice.

I don’t know why I called him. I could have called one of my brothers or Jason but Xander was the first person that came to mind.

“Jelly? Y
ou there?” Xander said again with a sense of urgency.

“I’m here, sorry,” I answered with a small voice.

“What’s up?” He grunted.

I swallowed thickly. I felt really stupid for calling. He had no responsibility to me and he was probably pissed off that I was disturbing him now that his job with me was done.

“Sorry, I… I shouldn’t-” I started to apologise.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he ordered.

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry,” I squeaked, half way to hanging up.

“C
an hear that you’re scared. Tell me.” There was no room to question whether he meant it or not.

“I went for a run and I got spooked. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have called you. I’m being stupid.”

“You were on your own?” He asked, his words soaked with disapproval.

I nodded before I remembered he couldn’t hear me and then mumbled a response.

“What spooked you?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted with a cringe. I was seriously regretting calling him because I felt like an idiot.

“Somebody approach you?” He continued barking out questions.

“No, nothing like that,” I answered, feeling very small. “I felt like I was being followed.”

I heard him sigh and I wasn’t sure what that meant. I figured he was pissed off at being disturbed in his personal time.


See anyone in particular?” He probed.

“No. Well, I saw this car a few times but-”

“Did you get the registration plate?” He cut me off abruptly.

“No, but-”

“What kind of car was it?”

“Um, an old red one?”

There was the sigh again. “An old red one?”

“Yes,” I squeaked.

“Extremely observant aren’t you,” he gritted with no small amount of sarcasm. “You have any idea how many ‘old red’ cars there are in the UK?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I was too freaked out to have a snappy comeback. I felt like I was making a complete fool of myself and I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry like a baby.

“It’s okay, Jelly,” Xander sighed after a while, his voice softened somewhat. “You were right to call.”

“I was?” I answered in surprise, forcing back a few rebellious tears.

He grunted in response. “Better safe than sorry. Feeling like you’re being watched is your instincts kicking in.”

“So I was being watched?” I asked, horrified because that was somehow worse than me overreacting.

“Not necessarily,” he answered. “Had a rough few months. Been looking over your shoulder too much. Not beyond the realm of possibility that you’re paranoid.”

“I’m not paranoid,” I snapped automatically but without real conviction.

“It’s understandable,” he grunted. “Don’t lose trust in your instincts.”

“You realising by saying that I’m gonna be calling you every time I leave the house, right?” I attempted to joke but I was still feeling a little uneasy.

He scoffed mockingly and I frowned down the phone at him. I could picture his stony, intimidating expression without problem.

“Seriously now, trust your instincts but use your head. You were probably just reacting t
o the fact that you were a female, alone, at night. That was a stupid thing to do so your survival instincts kicked in and you read into it too much.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, wondering if he had gotten more talkative or if he was just naturally verbose over the phone.

Despite the fact that I felt like an idiot for overreacting, I was glad I’d called Xander. He was right. I shouldn’t have been out on my own at night, especially in an area like that. It was good to know that my survival instincts were working, although I hoped I wouldn’t be needing them again any time soon.

“C
all if you need me, okay?” Xander’s gruff voice broke my introspection.

“Okay,” I smiled, grateful that he wasn’t telling me off for disturbing him.


Only
if you need me, Jelly.”

“Yes, Xander,” I smirked and he hung up the phone.

I took a deep breath and let my head lull against the wall behind me, feeling thoroughly sheepish. I was glad I hadn’t called Jason or my brothers with my miniature panic attack. They didn’t need to know I was a crazy lady.

He was right, there were tonnes of red cars out there and there was no reason for me to think one of them had been following me. Ian was home and I was safe from whatever threat there had been.

I stood up and straightened my back, regretting acting like a scared little girl. That wasn’t who I was any more. I stripped off my sweaty clothes and hopped in the shower, feeling better the moment the hot water washed over me.

When I opened the door, wrapped in a fluffy towel, there was a surprise waiting for me on my bed. A
six-foot, sexy muscle mass of surprise. Jason was sat on the edge of my bed with possibly the biggest grin I had ever seen on his face.

“Hey, handsome!” I greeted him, my smile matching his own. “What are you so happy about?”

“You’re kidding?” He grinned, standing up to meet me. “You just came out of the shower.” He kissed my lips briefly and caught me off guard by tugging my towel away from me. “And now you’re naked. How could I not be happy?”

I chuckled at his audacity, pressing my naked body into his clothed one to be closer to him.

“You are so perfect,” he sighed happily, pulling me with him to the bed and placing me sideways on his lap.

“Yes you are,” I countered, already tugging his t-shirt off him because it wasn’t fair if he got to see me naked and I didn’t get to see him. Besides, I wanted skin against skin.

Jason didn’t protest as I stripped his upper half. If anything he looked quite pleased. Probably because I was unabashedly drooling over his body. I was only human after all.

“The guys said you went for a run,” Jason prompted, his eyes on my face.

I loved that he respected me enough to make eye contact whilst we talked, even though the girls were right in front of him.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Adam force-fed
me Red Bull and I had to run it off.”

Jason chuckled and his long fingers tenderly stroked up and down my back. “You enjoy it?”

“Sort of,” I frowned. “I wasn’t really paying attention and I ended up in a weird neighbourhood and it was getting dark. I kind of spooked myself.”

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