Flaw (The Flaw Series) by Ryan Ringbloom Read Free Book Online Page B

over my heated skin.
    Becca looks at my face and then over at Jordyn, who is slipping her feet back into her heels. Her eyebrows raise and she swallows. “I see you guys met. This is the guy I’m always talking about. My Aidan,” she says possessively.
    Josh walks in next, stressed out and apologetic. “Sorry, sorry. Everything blew up today and I know this doesn’t make me look good. I swear I’m usually on time.”
    “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t mind waiting at all.” Jordyn looks over at me before getting up. She walks over and extends her hand out to Josh. The two of them begin talking in the kitchen and Becca scoots over, directing my attention towards her.
    “You’re not wearing your glasses. I’m surprised.” She eyeballs the beer in my hand. “Guess you feel comfortable with Jordyn.”
    Jordyn makes me feel anything but comfortable. Knowing she’s in the room still has me all worked up. Becca snuggles in next to me on the couch, lifting my arm up so she can tuck her body under it. Over her head, I glance back over at Jordyn. Our eyes connect and she gives me a quick smirk.
    Becca sits back up, blocking my view. “Let’s go watch TV in your room and let them talk alone.”
    I’m reluctant to leave the room but allow Becca to take me by the hand, leading me back into my bedroom and shutting the door. We watch TV wrapped up closer than usual. Becca’s arm is thrown protectively over my chest; that’s something new . I hear the talking in the front room end and hear the heavy front door close. Jordyn’s gone. My heart rate slows back down. The comfort of being with Becca takes over.
    “You never mentioned her before,” I say, giving my chin a quick scratch.
    “Who? Jordyn?” She sits up in the bed, her eyes piercing me with a questionable stare. I’m sure it’s all over my face, the reason I’m asking. Her hand combs through her hair and she scrunches her nose up. “I don’t know. I probably never mentioned her because she’s a stuck-up bitch.”
    I wince as she crashes back down into my ribs, landing hard. Becca’s either threatened or jealous. The notion of either one of those two things is ludicrous. I’ve just been cooped up too long in this apartment and receiving any attention from a girl who’s not Becca just had me curious. That was all.
    We go back to watching the TV, Becca dozing off next to me. A few shows in, my heavy eyelids takeover and win.
    Deep in my dream, I’m back in the front room with Jordyn again. The sexy brown hair flowing, being blown in a breeze. She slides off her black heels but doesn’t stop there. The buttons to her blouse get slowly opened and she lowers the skirt down, stepping out of it to walk towards me. My hands slide around her waist, pulling her in close against my body. I let my hands wander up and allow them to explore. She opens her red lips, releasing a sweet sounding noise and I’m jolted awake.
    Becca’s backside is pressed into my morning wood and my hand is underneath her shirt, cupping her breast. Shit . I remove my hand immediately. She’s slept in my bed many times but nothing like this has ever happened before. Damn dream. Is she awake? Is she aware of what I just did? Backing away, I inch over as far as I can in the bed. She stirs gently and then turns over to face me in the shadowy darkness of my room. Without saying a word her fingers reach out, landing on my chest, slowly making their way down. I try to move her hand away to stop whatever this is, but she fights free and keeps going. Once she reaches my boxers, her fingers slip in and I feel her grasp me. She moves her hand, easing the aching I woke up with.
    “Becca, don’t,” I say through strained breaths.
    “Shh.” Her hand moves faster. The act is very mechanical. No kissing, no other touching, just this. I close my eyes away from this moment and land back in my dream. I take her hand away and finish the last few strokes myself, ending with a quiet shudder. We