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  Reject Me

  Kin Series Book 5

  Peyton and Jamey

  Written By: Jennifer Foor

  Copyright © 2014 Jennifer Foor

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover Art By : Wicked Cool Designs

  Robin Harper

  Photography: Toski Covey

  This book is a written act of fiction. Any places, characters, or similarities are purely coincidence. If certain places or characters are referenced it is for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This book is not allowed to be offered for sale, discounted, or free on any sites other than Kobo, Apple, Amazon and Barnes and Noble. This book may only be distributed by Jennifer Foor, the owner and Author of this series.

  *See back of book for acknowledgements and a list of books from this author*

  Chapter 1

  Peyton

  I was applying makeup when I felt hands touching my shoulders. A tingling sensation ran from my arms to my fingertips every single time the man had ever touched me there. In fact, I got hot and bothered in other places whenever he touched me anywhere. I don’t know what it was about him, other than secretly maybe I’d wanted the guy for a lot longer than I cared to admit.

  “Come on, baby. Don’t make me go to your brother’s house. You know he doesn’t like me, and I’m not in the mood to pretend we’re cool.” My boyfriend Jamey and my brother Shayne were constantly having words. I suppose it wasn’t anything new since we’d been dating for over a year.

  “Everyone is goin’ to be there, even Joey and Lacey. Please don’t do this again. You’re always the only one that doesn’t show up and my parents won’t get off my back about it.” It was true. My mom and dad were on my case every day about being with Jamey. It all really came down to my cousin Ford, who was also Jamey’s cousin on the other side of Ford’s family. We lived in a hick-town in Maryland, everyone knew everyone’s business. For that matter, Jamey’s mother was the owner and operator of a local diner that everyone went to. Since we’d all grown up attending family parties, we were assumed to be related.

  Then we started dating.

  Dirty looks were a common thing for us, not to mention having to explain how we weren’t related more times than we could count.

  For the record, growing up I always liked Jamey Billings, but he was a player, who thought he was God’s greatest gift to women. He was a year older than me, and as a teen I watched him whoring around with any girl that would give him the time of day.

  When we first started dating, after he’d asked me out a dozen times, we kept our relationship a secret. He was so handsome, and I suppose that in some ways I’d always wanted to know what it would be like to have a relationship with someone as hot as he was. Jamey’s problem was that he knew it. He worked at it, going to the gym, spending his money on nice clothes, and making sure his hair was always perfect. I swear, sometimes he used more hairspray than I did, not that I was complaining. The end result made me weak in the knees. “I don’t give a shit what your parents think about me, Pey. You should know that by now. Besides, I promised my buddies that we’d go four-wheeling the day after a good rain. Do you see how muddy it is out there? It’s damn near perfect. I ain’t passin’ the opportunity for that shit to go to some lame ass cookout with a bunch of married people.”

  I looked him right in the eyes, peering into his idiotic soul. “They aren’t all married. Your brother isn’t married, Jamey.”

  “My brother is so fuckin’ married that Lacey probably wears his balls around her damn neck. Don’t even try to tell me different. She says jump and he asks her how high. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. He’s pussy whipped, which is something his ass swore he’d never be. I’ll be damned if I ever let that happen to me.”

  My stomach dropped. Not because I wanted him to be wrapped around my finger, but because I wanted some sense of stability in our relationship. As far as serious went, sleeping in the same bed at night with Jamey was as good as it got.

  We didn’t say the traditional three words that other people said to each other at night, or when we went off to work. Jamey was just, well he was Jamey; a one of a kind badass that wouldn’t allow himself to admit that he was tied down to anything, especially a female.

  “I’m askin’ you for one day. It’s for a couple hours. Can’t you just come to the cookout and then go out with your friends later?”

  “I already messaged them, baby. They’re pickin’ me up with the trailer in an hour.” He kissed my forehead, as if to tell me that our conversation was over. “I’ll see you when I get home.”

  Heartbroken, I decided to take to smart route out, instead of getting into a knock down drag out fight with my boyfriend. “Yeah, whatever.”

  Jamey looked into the mirror and adjusted a piece of hair on the top of his head. “You know, for someone that wants to sleep at my house every night, you sure give me enough shit. You need to learn to walk away, before I replace you.” His cocky comment may have been a joke, I could never tell the difference, but it didn’t rub me the right way. The peace between us had severed, and little did he know that I was a match that was about to ignite. I shoved him away from the mirror. He fell back on the bed and started to get up. With half of the makeup on one side of my face I felt the warm rush of tears running down my cheeks. He didn’t understand that I wanted him to only want me. He didn’t get that every second he spent away from me made me feel like he was doing things behind my back, with other women. This wasn’t new ground for us. We fought all of the time. “Don’t threaten me, Jamey.”

  He laughed, pissing me off more. “I can do whatever I want.” Over enunciation of his words made the sarcasm leave a bad taste in my mouth. “You’re not my mother.”

  I climbed on top of him without struggle. Jamey got off on me becoming angry with him. I swear sometimes he picked a fight just to get me into his bed, the backseat of his car, or wherever we were for that matter.

  “Don’t treat me like I mean nothin’ to you, Jamey.” I straddled his body with my own, waiting for him to reply. The shit-eating grin across his face was about to be slapped off if it didn’t fade away. His next snarky comment was the last straw for my tolerance.

  “Like I said before. I do what I want. Get over it, or get the fuck out.”

  I went to smack him, so hurt and distraught that he could play games with my emotions that easily. He caught my hand before it made contact, and laughed harder. I hated that he knew me so well. “Fuck you. You say that, but I’m still here, lyin’ in your bed at night. Don’t play head games with me, Jamey. It’s not goin’ to work in your favor this time.”

  Jamey pinned both of my hands at my sides. I turned away, unable to look into those light brown eyes and not think about where I was sitting, or that beneath me was probably his growing stiff cock. “You’re here because we both like to fuck. We’re friends, and you belong to me. Those are the rules and you know it. You only complain when you don’t get your way. Ain’t no woman goin’ to tell me what to do. You got that? I will go where I want. I will talk to who I want, and I will fuck -.” I couldn’t let him finish.

  “No. That’s not right and you know it. It’s just me or I’m out of here.”

  He let go of my hands and cocked a half-smile across his lips. “I know just what to say to get you all worked up, don’t I?” His hand brushed over one of my breasts and I turned my head away from his gaze. “Are you pissed?”

  “Yeah, I’m pissed. Why do you say things that hurt me? All I wanted was for you to
come to the cookout with me, eat a meal with me, and be by my side. You turned it into this; sayin’ you can fuck who you want. You’re right, Jamey. I suppose you can. I guess that if you wanted to you could tell me to go to hell and have someone in your bed by the end of the night. If that’s what you want than obviously I can’t stop you, but I can at least leave with my dignity. Don’t treat me like a pet. I’m either your girlfriend, or I’m nothin’ at all.” For once I was standing up for myself. He wasn’t going to belittle me, not this time.

  Jamey flipped us around so that he was on top of me on the bed. He stared into my eyes and wiped off my tears. “Are you afraid of losin’ me, Pey?” I felt his hand reach between my legs and cupped my pussy over the fabric of my jean shorts. “You think I’d give up this perfect pussy so easily? You’re in my bed, because I want you there. Just because I don’t make promises don’t mean I don’t want you. Baby, there ain’t no woman around that makes my dick as hard as you do.”

  I wanted to roll my eyes, to cringe at his choice of words, but instead could only comprehend the part where he was telling me that I was the best. It was little compliments hidden in his rough persona that drew me in.

  I felt that familiar tingle happening between my legs where his hand still sat. “Are you hard now?” I moved my body ever so gently to get a rouse out of him.

  He moved his hand away, sat up straight and grabbed mine, rubbing it over the lump in his pants. “You know the answer. What are you goin’ to do about it?”

  I know, I should have shoved him off the bed and left, but I couldn’t. I was so desperate to hold onto anything that I gave into temptation every single time. I bit down on my lip and silently pictured all of the things he was going to do to me instead. “What do you want?”

  He began to unfasten my shorts, and climb off the bed. I watched his shirt coming over the top of his head. I knew damn well what he was going to do, and I was willing to let him do it, because every second he spent inside of me was like heaven. “Don’t play stupid. Take off your shorts and spread. You get me so fuckin’ worked up when you’re whinin’. I need release, and you’re goin’ to give it to me good.”

  He was right, for once. I stood up on the bed and let my shorts fall. Standing there over him made me feel empowered, sexy even. I lifted my shirt over my head and unfastened my bra. Left in only a pair of panties, I crossed my legs and watched my boyfriend dropping his drawers to the floor. He saw my panties and tugged me forward by them. “Why are these still on?”

  I touched the sides of his hair, instead of the top. The last thing I wanted to do was hear him complain that I’d messed up his masterpiece. “Because I like it when you have to work for it. I’m not easy.”

  He took his fingers into the elastic on either side of my hips and pulled them down to my knees, roughly. Unexpectedly, he kissed me straight on my pussy, letting his lips linger over my folds as he spoke. “Tell me how hot I make you, Pey.”

  I held onto his ears and let my head fall back, knowing he was right there, so close to bringing me to ecstasy. “Baby, you make me crazy.”

  All of my anxiousness about the cookout was erased the moment his tongue came out and licked my most sensitive area. I tried my best to stand still, but my knees began to shake as his tongue flicked over my clit. He sucked it into his mouth and pulled away to watch my body responding to his sensual touch. When he came in for another taste my knees buckled and I fell down onto the bed. Jamey laughed and climbed overtop of me. His body lingered there, steady, and ready to please me. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him against my skin. Feeling the warmth of his body, the stiff erection pressing against my eager sex made me only want it to happen immediately. He reached down and teased my opening. His lips coursed over mine as he spoke. “You keep comin’ back for this, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. The truth was that it wasn’t just the sex with Jamey or the fact that he made me completely crazy. I was in love with him, totally and utterly in love with him. The problem was that Jamey was incapable of love, and that may as well have been the biggest deal breaker of them all. Knowing that this was just temporary was impossible for me to come to grips with. I’d never felt this way before about any man, yet knowing he didn’t return those feelings hurt like a dagger driving straight into my heart. I was broken, and the only way to fix it was being with him, over and over again, as if it fixed what was broken.

  As he entered me my heart broke again, knowing that this was all we had, and that I was settling instead of being strong enough to walk away.

  Chapter 2

  Jamey

  She knew what I wanted, and was always able and willing to give it to me. That’s the reason that I kept her around. Besides, I didn’t like the idea of sharing something that was mine. Peyton was sexy in every way. From her thick thighs to that perfectly supple ass, she had me at hello. She thought I’d never noticed her when we were younger, but the truth was that I’d fantasized about being inside of that for a long damn time.

  I enjoyed coming home and knowing she was lying naked beside me. It was convenient and I usually didn’t complain. What rubbed me the wrong way was the fact that we’d started this little thing between us with our eyes open. I’d been clear to her that we weren’t going to get serious. A year later she was expecting things I wasn’t capable of. As much as I wanted to tell her to get out of my house, I couldn’t give up the good pussy, not without regret.

  Sure, Peyton and I weren’t just about sex. We were friends long before, well somewhat. We shared friends, which made seeing each other a frequent thing. Our small town only provided us with so many places to go, or clicks to be a part of. Since working at the diner for my mother I’d met everyone that came through the door, which happened to be everyone from town. Once in a while a stray chick would come by on her way to the beach, and I was the first face she saw when she walked through that door.

  I suppose that my problems started when my douche brother decided to throw in the bachelor towel and get tied down to a woman. Sure, she was sexy as all hell, and I didn’t blame him for wanting to hit it. I just couldn’t fathom how any woman could be good enough to never want anything else again.

  I may be content with Peyton, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t paying close attention to what else was out there.

  My problems weren’t just with my brother. Peyton’s brother Shayne, unlike her twin brother Parker, was always up in my shit. His threats were getting on my last nerve, so I refused to be around him. Most of that was Peyton’s fault anyway. Every time she didn’t get her way with me, she’d run to him crying about what we were fighting about. He was in our business way too much, and that didn’t set right with me.

  I took myself out of the equation, knowing she’d still end up back in my bed at night. For the past year or so it had become expected. I was used to her, and as much as I could tell she longed for more, she stuck around because apparently I was just that good.

  This time was no different. She’d started on me about seeing the family and we’d ended up naked in bed. The more pissed she made me the more turned on I got. I couldn’t help it. I liked to fight with her. I enjoyed seeing her face turn red, and even the fact that I could make her emotional at the drop of a hat. I had her right where I wanted her, giving me the upper hand. As long as I stayed in control of the situation we didn’t have to put labels on things.

  It wasn’t like I was a dick all the time. I bought her things and took her places a lot Actually, when it was just us, and we weren’t fighting about stupid shit, I actually enjoyed her company.

  Peyton made me work during sex, in which I liked the challenge. Being with her was like being with someone new once a week. She was always changing things up, causing me to stay interested. Sometimes she was desperate and it showed. This day had been a perfect example of that. She knew if she could get me to this point I’d crumble and change my mind.

  She was wrong.

  I thrust my body into hers, feeling thos
e legs wrapped around my back. My nails dug into the plump skin of her ass and I lifted her off the mattress. With her halfway in the air, and me on my knees I got into a good pace. Peyton flicked her own nipples as I watched. “Lick them, baby. Show me how you do it.”

  She pushed her tit up and licked over the tips of her nipple. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to focus on anything but my release. She bit down on that puffy lip and moaned before doing it again. “Lick it with me. Come closer.”

  I slowed my pace, dropping her ass back on the bed and bringing my lips up to her nipple. As my tongue brushed over it I felt her tongue traipsing over mine. This time I was the one moaning as we repeated the process. “My sexy girl,” was all I could grumble as I kissed her lips. Her tongue fought with mine enough to trigger that ache between my legs. Forcefully I filled her, stiffening my own body as she cried out and held me close.

  Our eyes met a few seconds later and I saw that spark in hers. She was content and it was the perfect time for me to leave with my friends without another confrontation. For the moment she was satisfied. She wouldn’t call or text me every half hour asking stupid questions, like when I was coming home, or if there were any chicks there. The redundancy was getting on my last nerve, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer without addressing the situation.

  I separated our bodies and climbed off the bed, tossing her a towel off the floor to clean up with. Without looking back at her I redressed. Before I grabbed my cell phone off the bedside table I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll see you tonight. Don’t forget that I’ve got to help my mom in the mornin’, so if you end up stayin’ late at your brother’s house I’ll probably just shower and go to bed. Wake me up when you get home.”

  I walked out of the room when I saw those blue puppy-dog eyes looking back at me. I couldn’t look at them and not want to climb back into that bed.