SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES

Crossing the Line

Riley

My heart nearly stopped. Jax’s hand was still wrapped tight around my c**k. Our clothes lay scattered across his bedroom floor like evidence of a crime. Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs. Mom’s voice called out cheerfully, “Boys? We’re home early! The flight got rescheduled.”

Panic exploded in my chest. Jax moved like lightning. He shoved me toward the small bathroom attached to his room and tossed me his robe. I yanked it on, tying it with shaking fingers. Jax pulled on sweatpants fast, his chest still bare and marked with my scratches.

We stepped out just as the bedroom door opened.

Mom stood there with Dad right behind her, suitcases in hand. “Oh! Were you two talking in here?” she asked, eyes bright.

“Yeah,” Jax said, voice calm and deep. He slid his arm around my shoulders, fingers digging in with a possessive squeeze no one else could see. “Riley came to help me with some work stuff. We’ve been… catching up a lot lately.”

I forced a smile, my face burning. “Welcome home. How was the trip?”

Dad clapped Jax on the back. “Great, but we missed you boys. We’ve decided to stay around the house more now. Family time is important. No more long honeymoons for a while.”

The words landed like a weight. Jax’s fingers tightened on my shoulder again, a silent message that made my stomach flip with both fear and excitement. Mom kept smiling, completely unaware of how close she had come to catching us.

Dinner that evening was pure torture. We sat around the table like a normal family. Mom passed the food and talked about Greece. Every time Jax’s leg brushed mine under the table, heat shot through me. I tried to focus on my plate, but Jax leaned over at one point, voice low. “You’re still flushed from earlier,” he whispered while pretending to reach for salt. His foot rubbed slowly against my ankle.

Mom looked at us proudly. “I’m so happy you two are finally getting along. Jax, you’re being such a good big brother. Riley looks happier already.”

I nearly choked. “Yeah… really happy.”

Jax’s eyes met mine, dark and full of promises. “I’m taking very good care of him.”

My parents decided to watch a movie in the living room after dinner. The moment they settled in, Jax grabbed my wrist and pulled me downstairs to the garage. The basement was dark and cool, the smell of oil and tools in the air.

“We don’t have long,” he growled, pushing me against the wall between the cars. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and rough. Hands yanked at clothes. He spun me around fast, shoving my pants down to my ankles.

“Jax… they’re right upstairs,” I whispered, voice shaking with fear and need.

“I know.” His fingers pressed inside me, quick and slick. I bit my own arm to stay quiet. The stretch burned, but it felt so good. Then he lined up and pushed in deep with one hard thrust.

“f**k,” I gasped.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice low and dominant as he started moving, rough and passionate. “Say you’re my little brother while I f**k you.”

“I’m your little brother,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Jax…please.”

He f****d me harder, one hand over my mouth, the other gripping my hip tight enough to leave bruises. Every thrust was deep and demanding. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the garage. Hate from our old fights mixed with this raw lust, but there was tenderness too. He kissed the back of my neck between hard strokes. “You’re mine now. No one else touches you. Understand?”

I came first, shaking and spilling against the wall. Jax followed right after, burying himself deep inside me with a low groan. We stayed connected for a long moment, breathing hard together. It wasn’t just s*x anymore. It felt deeper. Dangerous.

We cleaned up quickly and snuck back upstairs separately. I barely made it to my room before collapsing. My body ached in the best way. That night I ended up in Jax’s bed again, falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

The next morning, sunlight woke me. Jax was gone. A note rested on the pillow next to me.

“Early meeting. Last night meant everything. Wear something that hides that neck. Or don’t. I like when you carry my marks. — J”

I touched the big, dark hickey on the side of my neck. It was impossible to hide completely.

Down at breakfast, Mom was making pancakes. She turned around and gasped softly. “What happened to your neck, honey?” she asked, stepping closer with a suspicious frown. “That looks like a bruise… or maybe a bite mark?”

Right then, Jax walked in from his meeting, looking sharp in a suit. He had a dangerous, satisfied smirk on his face as his eyes met mine across the table. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, daring me to lie..