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Warning: Contains strong language and a sex scene

I'm not the only one who has participated in underage sex, not just that but unprotected. I'm not am I? My eyes gazed up at my secret lover, whose fingers were running through my brown waves that spread out against the once white pillow. His dark brown eyes shone brightly, flickering violet every now and again, his stare made me tingle as he cupped my face with his hands.

Our stomachs pressed together as he leaned into me, tilting my head up until our lips joined in a tender kiss. We parted lips for a second, allowing us time to gaze at each other lovingly. One thing was certain, I was head over heels in love.

"You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," remarked Jared, studying my face closely. Our foreheads touched, and he let out a lustful growl. "I wanna make love to you again and again. I wanna hear you scream my name. I wanna feel your body rub against mine."

His hands then pinned my arms above my head as he started to kiss my neck ravenously before shoving his tongue into my mouth with such force and passion that it made me groan. As he roughly kissed me, one of his hands began caressing my breasts, his soft palm causing them to become excited. I let out a soft moan as his hands then gripped hold of my legs, spreading them out slightly as we kissed passionately, our stomach pressing against each other.

Each thrust felt sensational, causing me to wince and squeal with the rough and athletic rhythm. With each kiss, grope and pinch, the tingling down below became more and more noticeable. I buried my face into my lover's collar as he pulled me into his chest. His left hand rested on the small of my back whilst the other curled around the nape of my neck, heavy pants escaping from him. I began gasping as the fire between my legs ignited. Throwing my head back and letting out a scream, I orgasmed. Spent due to sex, I flopped against the mattress.

Soon, I lay on my lover's chest, resting my left cheek on his chest whilst he draped an arm over my bare shoulder, his thumb massaged the skin in a sensual manner.

"That was awesome!" I said breathlessly, my heart hammering with adrenaline as a large grin spread across my face.

Jared gazed down at me, an identical smile on his face too, his eyes shining as he stroked my shoulder blade.

"Damn right, babe" he grinned, beads of sweat gathering at his brow, his tanned skin glistening.

I sighed in exhaustion and snuggled into him, wrapping an arm around his narrow waist whilst coiling a leg around his. This was like something outta cheesy chick-flick movie which kind killed it for me but still I remained in the arms of my sexy stud. I'd never felt so happy, which was very weird because I'm usually a moody sarcastic bitch. Self esteem was always an issue with me. I've always hated the fact that I ended up drawing the short straw in the gene pool and being a hobbit compared to my giant brothers. My hair is just as stubborn as I am. Through vigorous training, I'm starting to gain more muscle tone and strength which is giving me a better figure. Even though I hate my short limbs, I do admire my legs, for some reason. I might hate my body, but Jared clearly doesn't. his hands went all over the place when we had sex, and he kept calling me beautiful. For me, hearing that made me smile. Something then dawned on me, my brothers were due back soon. Shit!

Suddenly, I leapt out of bed and began rushing about to gather clean clothes. Jared sat up on the bed, and watched me with a sense of annoyance and bemusement in his eyes.

"What's up, babe? C'mon," he said with a raised eyebrow. "Come back to bed."

As I slipped into a clean black bra and fresh panties, Jared was shoving his boxer shorts and jeans on. His expression made me pause as I yanked a tank top over my head before punching my arms through my red and black plaid shirt.

"My brothers are gonna be back soon," I explained, fixing the collar of my shirt. "I'm not risking us getting busted. Again."

Jared grabbed hold of my wrists, causing me to gaze up at him and into his eyes.

"Babe, we can just sneak out," he suggested, backing me up against the bathroom door. "And we can find a different place and we can be together. Just the two of us."

I bit my lip. I dunno. The shit I got myself into when I snuck out the first time was enough, but I doubt I could do it again. My lover then cupped my face in his hands. His eyes bore into my soul, making my heart race.

"Just come with me," he pleaded. "Please."

I sighed and leaned into his wonderful touch to which I shook my head in a negative response.

"I can't" I said with a sense sadness in my voice.

My secret lover looked at me, his expression filled with both gloom and irritation.

"Why not?" he questioned. "I can make you happy."

My heart continued to race like crazy, my common sense disappearing as I gazed up at him and into his amazing eyes.

"I know you can," I replied. "But my brothers…"

As if on cue, the door to the motel room clicked open and cue my brothers entrance. They both paused in shock and horror at the sight of me and my shirtless boyfriend. Ah fuck! I grimaced as I glanced over sheepishly at them. The Goose's feathers ruffled as he stormed over, his face turning purple instantly. Oh shit, here we go again.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!" squawked the Goose, yanking Jared off me and giving him his infamous death glare. "GET SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON! BOTH OF YOU!"

I hung my head in shame, my cheeks flushing scarlet red as I pulled on a pair of jeans before shoving my boots on. I quivered as I tied the laces of my boots, aware that the Hen was watching me, wearing his trademark bitch-face expression. Jared tugged his t-shirt over his head.

"Please, don't kill me!" exclaimed Jared, through his arms up in defense as his back collided with the bathroom door. "I love her! I wouldn't do anything to hurt her!"

My eldest brother growled at him like a rabid dog and lunged at him, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck.

"I told you to stay away from my sister!" he snarled. "I won't let some punk kid like you break her heart! The worse part of this is, you forced her into sex! You're both fourteen years old for Christ sake!"

I stood up, ready to defend my lover from the wrath and fury of my big brother.

"He didn't force me into anything!" I said, my tone furious. "I love him and he loves me!"

My eldest brother scoffed and rolled his eyes before glaring at me angrily.

"Get real Chris, you barely know this punk!" he snapped. "Yet you are willing to drop your pants for him! Since when did you become some selfish little bitch!"

I gasped in shock. Did I hear the just right? He was right though, I was selfish. I've always been selfish, thinking only about myself before others. Knowing that there was risk of further fireworks, Sam dragged Dean out of the room, leaving Jared and I alone but under strict orders to keep our distances. Yeah right, like we would listen to that rule.

Hearing my brothers scream at each other made me feel worse about myself. I was repulsive and I disgusted my brothers. Tears filled my eyes as I sat on the bed in which Jared and I made love in.

I sniffed before clamping a hand over my mouth as I choked on a sob, tears began to spill down my cheeks. Jared saw this and crouched down in front me, taking my face in his hands.

"This is all my fault," I wept. "How could I be so stupid."

My lover hushed me by pressing his lips against mine and smoothing my hair down.

"Everything's gonna be okay," he assured me as he swatted away my tears away with his thumbs. "Sssssh, it's okay."

I gazed at him, tears still streaming down my face. His eyes shone with a sense of caring and tenderness.

"How can you say that?" I said through my tears before indicating with my arm. "Listen to them out there! This is all my fault, I'm so dead. We both are!"

I was then pulled into a warm and comforting hug as the tears continued to glide down my cheeks. Jared's eyes flashed as he glanced over at the door before shifting his attention onto the bathroom. His eyes narrowed slightly before nudging me to look up at him.

"We've got to get away from here," he whispered into my ear. "We just need some time to ourselves."

I looked up at him and hiccupped to which he stroked the side of my face and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Shhh, I'll take good care of you," he said, a soft smile on his face as he gazed down at me. "C'mon let's get your things packed and we will find peace together. Just the two of us."

Within minutes, my things were being shoved into my duffle bag. I even caught him smirking as he stuffed my underwear inside. My eyes were fixed on the door, hoping my brothers weren't knocking each other out over the mess I've created. Soon, Jared and I were gone. Out the bathroom window and down the street. The Artful Dodger had escaped once again. Dunno why, but I sensed something wasn't right as we hurried along hand in hand. Yet again, I ignored my stupid conscience. Nothing was wrong.

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