Three Hearts One Soul (The Soul Series #1)

by Botefuhr, Bec

  I repeat the words over and over. Whiskey just lays there, holding onto his brother with everything he has. After a good half an hour of me whispering to Jase, his breathing finally calms down. The room becomes quiet, our sobbing stops and we all just lay, tangled in each other, none of us wanting to move. I let my eyelids flutter closed and I feel Whiskeys thumb start tracing little circles over my palm, the motion soothes me and before I realize what’s happening, I’m asleep.

  “You need to get her home.”

  I hear Jase’s whispers. It stirs me from my sleep. As I come to, I realize I’m clutching Jase so hard my fingers burn when I try to pry them from his gown. Whiskey isn’t in the bed anymore, and when I open my eyes he’s standing by the bed, looking shattered. He looks down at me and sees my eyes are open, Jase turns his head too and our eyes meet. I reach over and stroke his cheek, not wanting to get out of this bed. Wanting to keep this moment forever. I know I can’t though. All good things end eventually.

  “You should go and get some rest,” Jase whispers, stroking what I know are dark rings under my eyes.

  “I…I didn’t bring my car. I let my dad take it. I’ll have to call a cab.”

  “I’ll take you,” Whiskey says.

  “On your bike?” I whisper, feeling so tired my body doesn’t want to move.

  “Yeah, beats waiting an hour for a taxi.”

  I look back down at Jase. “Are you going to be ok?”

  He smiles and reaches up to pull me down so our lips touch. I close my eyes and sigh deeply at the feeling of his lips moving over mine. A feeling I know won’t be around for much longer. The thought has my chest clenching so angrily it causes my breathing to become ragged. I close my eyes and force the tears down, sick of them coming at every opportune moment. Jase kisses me once more and then I force myself to climb from his bed. I stumble a little, a mixture of sleep deprivation and alcohol.

  “You sure you’re ok, Nev?” Jase whispers, his voice so light I can hardly hear him.

  “I’m ok handsome, get some rest.”

  He smiles at me. “I love you guys.”

  “Yeah,” we both say. “We love you too.”

  Whiskey and I walk to his bike quietly, neither of us speaking. When we reach the big, black machine, I feel my heart race. I’ve never been on a bike, I never knew Whiskey was the biker type. I watch as he pulls a helmet from some sort of box on the back of the bike, I guess that’s where he puts his clothes when he travels. He hands me the helmet and then pulls the one from the handlebars and pulls it over his own head. He gets on the bike and stands it up, then he turns and looks at me, I’m still staring at the helmet.

  “It doesn’t bite.”

  God I’m so sleepy, I can barely stand. I fumble to put the helmet on. Whiskey stands and puts the stand back on the bike, before walking over and gripping the helmet straps. He ties them together and when he’s satisfied, he steps back.

  “You ok?” he asks.

  “Yeah, just tired.”

  “Don’t you let go of me, Nev, it’s dangerous if you let go.”

  “I won’t,” I yawn.

  “Promise me!” he says in a firm tone.

  “Ok, promise.”

  He gets back on the bike and I slide on behind him. When he grips my arms and pulls them around his waist, I tense up. Well, I didn’t think about this part of getting a ride home. When Whiskey lets go of my hands, I can feel his hard muscle as he moves to start the bike. Feeling my heart race, I try to focus on anything else. Luckily for me, I’m so dammed tired that soon becomes my focus. I rest my head on his back and just fade into oblivion as he rides us home. The cool breeze whips my face through the open helmet and I close my eyes, just breathing it in. For a moment, just a moment, I let myself go back to the past when things were perfect.

  “You great big baby,” Whiskey smirks when he opens the front door to find me standing at it, looking like a drowned rat.

  “I hate storms, I’m home alone and I hate them.”

  “So you walked here, got soaking wet, put yourself in danger, just to spend a night with Jase and me?”

  I shrug. “You know you help me sleep.”

  He grins and lets me in. I see Katie and John sitting at the table, Katie looks up and her eyes widen. She gets to her feet and rushes over, picking up a towel on her way from a nearby washing stack.

  “Nevaeh, what on earth?”

  “I don’t like being home alone. I thought I’d come and say hello.”

  “You’re soaked, Jarrod, go and get her something dry to wear.”

  Whiskey smirks at me and takes my hand, pulling me from his mother’s grips and leading me upstairs. When we get into his room, Jase is sitting on his bed playing the playstation. He looks up when I come in and he grins, big and wide. I smile and rush over, leaping onto the bed beside him.

  “Whatcha playing?” I ask, crossing my legs.

  “Ah, get off my bed, woman!” Whiskey groans.

  Rolling my eyes, I slide off the bed and catch the shirt Whiskey tosses me. I quickly pull of my shirt and replace it with his, then slide back onto the bed. Whiskey takes his controller and begins battling it out against Jase again.

  “Ugh, you boys and your damn video games.”

  “No one calls them video games anymore, Nev,” Jase laughs.

  Whiskey chuckles and drops the remote. “You lose brother!”

  “You got me at a disadvantage, Nev was here, it doesn’t count.”

  “A loser is a loser,” Whiskey smirks.

  I roll my eyes and lie back onto Jase’s pillow. The boys lay down beside me and we all stare at the roof.

  “Where’s your dad?” Jase asks.

  “Work. Again.”

  “Doesn’t it bother him to leave you at home alone?”

  “I’m seventeen, he doesn’t need to be there all the time you know.”

  “Still,” Whiskey says. “It’s not great to leave you alone all by yourself.”

  “You two could come and keep me company more, instead of letting me walk in the rain.”

  “Nah ah girl, you don’t get to use that one on us. You chose to walk in that rain,” Jase chuckles.

  I giggle. “Yeah, I did.”

  “Besides, I thought you were meant to be going out with Yasmin tonight?” Whiskey murmurs.

  I huff. “She went out on a date with Mike.”

  “Ugh, that bloke is just…a drop kick.” Jase grunts.

  “Yeah, a real piece of shit,” Whiskey agrees.

  “And you two are candy dipped in chocolate?”

  They both roar with laughter and Jase wraps an arm around me.

  “Oh, you know we are.”

  “Hey, Heaven…”

  I lift my head from Whiskey’s back and realize we’ve stopped at home. I really did let that memory take me away. I sit up and sway a little.

  “Hang on,” Whiskey says, jumping off the bike and pulling his helmet off.

  He reaches across and pulls my helmet off, and then before I can argue, he lifts me off the bike and into his arms. I don’t argue, my body is so dammed drained that it’s easier just to let him carry me then for me to fight him. I close my eyes as he carries me into the house. I hear his parents murmur something, but my haze becomes deeper and deeper. You know those moments that just take you over the edge, you get so tired you just can’t function? It’s just impossible to keep your eyes open?

  I feel the soft mattress touch my back as Whiskey lays me down. I don’t open my eyes as darkness creeps further and further in. I feel Whiskey move about, then he reaches down and slips my shoes off. I feel him pull back the sheets and slide me under them, before tucking me in. Warmth washes over me, that and absolute exhaustion. I feel Whiskey lean down and graze his lips across my cheek. For a moment, I actually feel like it’s a dream. I’m on that line between consciousness and unconsciousness, where you’re just not sure which one you’re in.

  “Don’t go Whiskey,” I murmur in my haze. “Miss you.”


  He doesn’t say anything. I feel him stroke a piece of hair from my face and then he leans down close and whispers. “Jase was right, hearing you laugh tonight, it was like sunshine.”

  I don’t know if he actually said it, or if I imaged he said it, because moments later I’ve sunk into the darkness.

  Chapter 13

  “No, no, no…”

  I jerk in my sleep, I can hear someone yelling out in a far off voice but I’m not fully awake. I let my body drift down again. I don’t want to wake up yet, waking up means facing reality, I just want to stay in my bed for a few more moments. Just a few more moments.

  “No, please, no,” the voice cries out, full of agony.

  I jerk again, this time my eyes flutter open. It takes me a moment to bring myself back to the land of the living. I blink a few times, it’s dark in my room and the house is quiet. When did I go to bed? I vaguely remember coming home with Whiskey. God, I was so tired. I honestly can’t remember falling asleep. I rub my sleepy eyes and try to adjust to the darkness, wondering what jerked me from my sleep. Then I hear it again.

  “No!”

  Whiskey? I sit up, taking a moment to fully wake up before sliding out of bed. I grip my robe and pull it around myself before following the sound of the yelling. Is Whiskey fighting with someone? Is he having a bad dream? I don’t even know if he stayed, maybe it’s John or maybe it’s one of the neighbours, they can be a rowdy bunch.

  “No, please, don’t,” the voice cries again, and I know for sure now, that it’s Whiskey.

  I step into the lounge and see Whiskey on the couch, his body is arching, his chest is pushed up towards the ceiling, his back bowed. He’s covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and he’s panting. His eyes are clenched shut and he’s…oh my….he’s aroused. He cries out no again and I realize he’s dreaming and whatever he’s dreaming about is both torturing and arousing him. I walk over quietly, wondering why he’s sleeping with the light on? When I stop at the side of the couch, I stare down at him. He’s bending and thrashing, his eyes are clenched.

  “No,” he rasps. “Please, fucking stop.”

  “Whiskey?” I whisper.

  “No…”

  “Whiskey?”

  I reach down and grip his shoulder, shaking him slightly. Before I know it, his hand is lashing out and gripping my wrist. He hurls me down on top of him, my body falls hard into his and it jerks him enough that he wakes up with a gasp. I can feel his erection digging into my hip and I can hear his heart thudding. It takes him a moment to grasp where he is, his fingers are curling into my side painfully and I make a little whimpering sound.

  “Heaven?”

  “Whiskey,” I whisper. “You were dreaming. It’s me, Nevaeh. You’re ok now.”

  “Shit,” he rasps, sitting us up. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Why would you hurt me?” I whisper, still waking up myself.

  “I…it doesn’t matter. Why are you laying on top of me?”

  “You pulled me here,” I say in a small, tired voice.

  I feel his erection hitting me right in my core, if we were naked, he’d be inside me with this position. He realizes it too and his eyes swing to mine and for a brief, heart wrenching moment, I feel like we’re back five years ago and nothing has changed. A massive part of me wants to slide Whiskey deep inside me and rock against him until we’re both crying out in pleasure. My groin clenches and my breathing deepens. I don’t want to need him like this, but god, I want him. I want him so badly.

  “I should, um, move,” I whisper.

  “Yeah,” he murmurs, looking at my lips.

  “What were you dreaming about?” I say, trying to avoid that blazing dark stare.

  “I don’t remember,” he says, meeting my gaze.

  I feel him throb beneath me and my body jerks, oh god, if I don’t move now, I won’t. I don’t want to. I don’t. I want him, every dammed part of him. He’s been a prick, he’s not once spoken to me about why he left and yet here I am wanting him to slide inside me and fuck me so hard I can’t think about the horror we’re living in right now. I watch his tongue slide out and travel across his bottom lip.

  “Are your parents here?” I say, in a small voice.

  “Don’t know.”

  “Oh…”

  He moves his hips, I don’t know if he did it on purpose or to wind me up further than I already am, but it’s enough for me, a small moan escapes my lips.

  “Whiskey, I should…”

  “You want to move, sugar, then move. I’m not stopping you.”

  But he is. His arms are tight around me, his cock is pressing against my heat and I am so dammed aroused I would come with a few quick strokes of that divine, hard length. I swallow and meet his gaze. “Here’s the thing,” I whisper. “I don’t want to.”

  “Fuck, thank god.”

  He crashes his lips down over mine and everything inside me sparks to life instantly. I groan and reach up to clutch the thick strands of his hair, using it to tug his head closer to mine. He bites my bottom lip as he explores my mouth with his, I’m almost certain I can taste bourbon on his tongue but I don’t care, all I care about is wrapping myself in him and feeling him, even for a moment. I let my mouth move with his, I let our tongues twist and dance together and I let him press my body closer to his until we’re flush together and he’s pressing me so hard in that place that I want to come right now.

  “Whiskey, please, I just want…”

  “Say it,” he rasps, running his tongue down my neck. “Say what you need from me Heaven.”

  I close my eyes and let my head fall back, he slides his lips up the inside of my throat and then up over my chin until he finds my lips again. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and my body jerks with want.

  “Tell me,” he growls, giving my lip a little nip.

  “I want you to fuck me, god Whiskey, fuck me.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he groans.

  I don’t want foreplay, I don’t want to think, I just want to feel. I shove my robe off and shift so I can remove the bottom part of my clothes. When I’m naked from the hips down, I wrap my legs around Whiskey’s waist again and rub myself against his jeans. He groans and grips my ass, using it to create friction.

  “You’re so fucking wet, you want me to make you come like this?”

  He jerks his hips and the sensation of the denim rubbing over my clit has me crying out loudly. God, he could very well make me come like this. He reaches down between us and finds my clit with his thumb. He presses his palm to my damp heat and uses his thumb to stroke gently, softly. Jolts of electric pleasure shoot through my body. He pulls one hand free, sucking my arousal off his finger, then sliding it back into my heat. That was so dammed erotic I grip his face, sucking my arousal off his tongue and causing him to hiss and groan.

  “Whiskey,” I whimper, gripping his shoulders and shifting my hips closer.

  He rubs harder, faster, and shamefully I come before a full minute passes. I cry out and shudder as bolts of raw heat shoot through my body. Whiskey adjusts me as I tremble, then he reaches down between us and undoes his top button. He jerks his jeans down just enough to release his hard, long cock. I stare down at the pink, throbbing head and feel my own tongue slide out across my lips. Whiskey wraps his hand around it, stroking up and down gently. I stare at the four piercings and wonder how they’ll feel inside me.

  “Condom?” I whisper.

  I push the painful memories that talking about condoms brings up for me, back into my mind. Whiskey reaches into his back pocket and a moment later comes up with a condom packet. Well, who knew he carried those around with him? He leans back and I sit on his legs, watching him roll the yellow condom over his erection. When he’s got it on, he meets my gaze and then reaches forward, gripping my hips and hurling me back against him.

  I feel his cock pressing against my opening as I settle over him. He grips my hips and gently lowers me, sliding the head of his erection into me. I groan at the
purely blissful feeling of him stretching me. It’s a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. When he slides me down further, he lets his head fall back and he rasps ‘fuck’. I cry out as he sheaths himself fully and then begins a slow, perfect thrust that has my skin breaking out in goosebumps and my nipples hardening to a point of pain.

  “God, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

  “Whiskey,” I whisper, letting my back bow as he supports me with his hands.

  I rotate my hips and he thrusts up into me. The combination is utterly mind blowing. He runs a free hand down the front of my body, over my breasts, down my stomach and then he stops at my clit. He gently flicks the hard, aching nub as he works his hips in rhythm with my grinding. I can feel his piercings hitting that perfect spot and Jesus, I know why he has them now. It feels so fucking good rubbing over me, making my body burst to life.

  “You’re so fucking wet, I can feel you all the way up my cock…”

  God, Whiskey and his dirty mouth. His words cause a jolt of pleasure to travel from my stomach to my clit, and that’s enough for me. I come so hard I forget where I am. I run my fingers down Whiskey’s back, feeling the hot blood as my fingernails break into his skin. He growls, but it’s a sound of pure, raw, pleasure. He thrusts his hips harder, faster, draining every last shudder from my body. I can feel the warmth of his blood covering my fingertips and I don’t care, the orgasm that’s still tearing through my body is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.

  “Going to come so fucking…fuck…”

  Whiskey groans and throws his head back as his cock begins jerking violently inside me. Our cries tangle together, his hips jerk quickly, deeply, milking him of every last ounce of come. When he stops jerking, I feel his breathing steady out. I drop my head to his chest, letting the warm sweat cover my cheek as I press it to the soft, smooth skin that stretches over bulky muscle. I can hear his heart thudding loudly. He rubs my back for a long moment, neither of us speaking.