Jesse (Broken Hill Boys 5)

“You had no issue throwing me in the deep end,” I laugh.

Jesse shakes his head. “You know I don’t mean literally.”

“I know you said that you love me.”

His eyes lock onto mine and soften as his lips do the exact same thing. “I did.”

I pull him in tight and brush my lips against his, unable to wipe the smile off my face. “I don’t know how it happened, but I love you too, Jess,” I tell him.

Jess beams back at me, crushing his lips against mine once again and before I know it, we’re in the pool house with all thoughts of PlayStations and brothers gone from our minds.

Chapter 11

Jesse

Fuck me. What am I thinking?

I watch as Jackson walks into the locker room after training and for some stupid reason, I follow the fucker in. How is it possible that being in love with a girl like Kaylah has me going against all my basic instincts?

The things a man does for his woman.

I make a habit of not coming in here. It’s not exactly my scene. Jocks getting naked in the showers together and whipping each other with towels. No thanks, if I’m going to fuck around with someone’s naked ass then it’s going to be Kaylah’s.

I’ve never really understood the whole ‘being in a sporting team’ thing. To me, nothing could possibly sound worse. When I was younger and way too much for my mom to handle, she tried putting me in sports. She tried everything; martial arts, swimming, and football. Hell, she even tried putting me in dance at one stage, but nothing kept me interested. At least, not until I turned fifteen and tried wakeboarding. It was fucking epic, but it’s not exactly an easy sport to get out and do every day. I need a driver, an observer, all my fucking gear, and a speed boat, though luckily for me, Nate has recently gifted me one after I saved his life during that fucking boat shed fire.

That fire was a fucking nightmare and I can honestly say that I have never been more terrified in my life. I thought I was losing my big brother. Nothing can possibly prepare a person for having to perform CPR on someone they love while watching the life slowly fade out of them. It was simply horrific and it’s still something that shows up in my dreams nearly every night, though Nate doesn’t need to know that. He has enough on his plate to have to worry about me too.

Upon noticing my presence, the football players instantly turn on me. “What the fuck do you want?” one calls out as another questions if I’m lost, making me wonder if I made the wrong decision coming in here. I could have just waited for Jackson outside but then that would require patience and that’s not something I come equipped with.

The football team and I aren’t exactly tight, especially after the all-out brawl that happened when Jackson first moved here. It was pretty fucking bad. Tora and Nate ended up with suspensions while the rest of us had to deal with parent meetings and on-going lectures. I won’t deny it, as much as I hated that Tora got hurt, it was kind of fun.

Jackson stands by what I’m assuming is his locker and at all the scoffing and smartass comments, he finally turns. He instantly takes me in and as I stride toward him, his eyes narrow in suspicion.

He’s on edge and I don’t blame him, I would be too if roles were reversed. Though he has an extra reason to be pissed off, I’m the guy who’s currently sleeping with his baby sister, but if he wants to get technical, he was fucking Phoenix when he first moved here and she’s sort of my sister. A shiver filled with disgust travels through my body. That is so not the same thing.

I place myself in front of Jackson, not once moving my eyes from his and despite what I’m here to do, I find it impossible to wipe the heavy scowl off my face. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I came to talk about Kaylah.”

Fire flares in his eyes and he grabs me as a deep snarl comes tearing out of him. Jackson slams me up against the lockers, making my head rebound off of them. “You don’t get to talk about my fucking sister. Keep your hands off her.”

Wrong fucking move, douchebag.

Screw trying to make peace with this dick, if he wants to go a few rounds, then I’m down. At least I can tell Kaylah that this fucker was the one to start it this time. “The fuck is wrong with you?” I say, shoving him hard in the chest and watching as he falls back into the lockers opposite his.