by G. Bailey
"Maybe, but I know you’re nothing like either of them," I say gently and roll over her, so that my body is pressed into hers, my arms holding up my weight.
"I think I can be a bitch some of the time, but yeah, I'm not evil, and I couldn't kill," she says.
"I know," I say, kissing her and showing her how much I care with just my mouth. She moans as I run my hand over her body, covered by her coat.
"I don't want you to catch a cold," I say, stopping her hands undoing my jeans.
"I won't." She winks, pushing me onto my back. I look up as she undoes my jeans and pulls me out. I was hard the minute I kissed her earlier, but this wasn't about sex for me.
"Allie," I say when she kisses the top of my dick and makes my fists clench.
I groan as she suddenly takes me into her mouth, and I run my hand through her hair as she moves up and down. Fuck, she is good at this, and there's no way I can hold off coming right now. I just don’t have the control when it comes to Allie, and the little minx knows it.
As if she knows how close I am, she sucks me tighter and moves faster, and as I feel my balls tighten, I throw my head back as I come hard. I'm dazed as she slides up to me, licking her red lips and resting her head on my shoulder. I roll her onto her back and kiss her hard, loving how she tastes like me. We are broken apart as her phone buzzes three times.
"I should check that," she says with a grin.
"Go on, then," I say, nipping her ear and rolling onto my back and looking up at the stars. I used to think they were the most beautiful thing about this cave, but with Allie in here, she is.
"I'm going to kill your twin," she announces, making me look back at her.
"Should I ask why?" I laugh. I don’t want to know the answer.
She shows me her phone, which has three messages from Sebastian.
Sebastian: I'm back tomorrow and I want chocolate cake first. Then this strawberry one I found online (I sent links).
Sebastian: Wait, make this Malteaser cake instead, that shit looks awesome.
Sebastian Wait, hell, it doesn't matter. I can make a list on the plane. Oh, Maisy cut her foot in the pool today, thought you should know she has four stitches and antibiotics. She isn’t happy her pool time is cancelled, but she told me to tell you.
I laugh with Allie as I read them, wondering about the mental state of my brother. I’m sure Maisy is fine, but I know Allie likes to know she is okay.
"I best get you back home so you can make those cakes," I say with a grin.
"Oh, no you’re helping me. You can stay at my apartment if you want. I want to call Maisy when we are back, anyway. I know I’m being silly, but I worry," she says, looking shy and surprising me.
"I would love to stay, and you’re not silly. With everything that happened to Izzy and Maisy, even I am feeling protective of them. Maisy is like a sister to you, I get it,” I say honestly. I was so fucking worried about Izzy when everything happened to her. I struggled with accepting my new sister until I realised how much I love her.
I’m actually looking forward to watching Allie cook, now that I think about it. Getting to stay over at hers is a bonus. I’m glad she moved out of her father’s home. Not that he ever stays there. That’s why none of us were worried when Izzy became friends with Allie and started staying over. Arthur was never home, and if he was, Allie wouldn’t have let Izzy come over.
"Thank you for this. I’ll never forget a third date like this, and you get your reward when we are home," she says in a seductive tone and gently kisses me.
"I will never forget it because it was with you," I tell her against her lips.
"You always had me, cookie." She laughs when I pull her to the ground and tickle her for using that fucking nickname. I laugh, myself, and I can't remember the last time I was ever this happy.
70
Allie
All the things I've heard about The Cage in town run through my mind as Tristan drives me there. I've heard about the deadly fights, and that it looks like a big nightclub with rooms in the back to have sex in. I've heard about the amount of drugs you can find there, and the kind of people who go there to fuck or fight. None of it scares me more than the fact Elliot is the one fighting tonight, with his brother at his side.
It took me half-an-hour to convince Tristan to take me, and he only did because he knew I would go alone if he didn't. Elliot doesn't know I'm going to be there tonight, and I'm not sure how I'm going to cope with seeing him hurt, but I can't sit at home and pretend it isn't happening. I care too much now.
"Please change your mind," Tris begs me, pulling my attention to him.
"No, I have to be there, and I’m sure Dad will like the idea of me seeing more of his Cage. He isn’t in the country, so I won’t see him there, and if he asks, I will tell him I wanted to see who Elliot really was. I'll tell him Elliot scared me, and hopefully, he should leave Elliot alone," I say while he is shaking his head at me, muttering about stubborn women.
I snort to myself because Tris is just as stubborn as I am.
It's not long before we pull onto a long dirt road, which leads to a car park with a massive warehouse behind it. Looking at the worn-down warehouse, you would never think what lies underneath it does. It’s the perfect hiding place.
"It's so quiet," I say, but Tris ignores me by getting out of the car. I walk next to him through the parked cars, and I see how tense he is. He stops suddenly and turns to me.
"Stay close and don't do anything stupid. Fuck, this reminds me of that blond friend of yours. No wonder you two are friends," he says, and I scowl at him, wondering what the hell he is talking about. I don't have time to ask before he is walking again, and I follow.
Tris says nothing to the massive man standing by the big door, who just glances at us before looking away quickly. I stay close to Tris as he opens a door to a small corridor, with a large, metal door at the end. I can hear a slight bit of music as we get near, and Tris opens the door and waves me in.
The loud music blasts in my ears as soon as the door is opened, it’s worse than any club I’ve been to. The heat from the room makes me feel sick, but I look around anyway. There’s a massive, metal cage in the middle of the room, which you can't miss, and my heart screams when I see Elliot on the floor with a giant of a man straddling him. I rush forward through the crowd, shoving people out of the way, forgetting about everything until I hit the metal barrier, with screaming girls on either side of me. I can reach out to grab the bars, but Elliot is still so far away.
Elliot gets hit in the face twice, and I want to scream but, instead, I stand in shock. Luke suddenly appears next to him and kicks the giant dude in the head, making him fall off of Elliot with a smack on the floor. I am hopeful that's the end of the fight, but it looks like the giant has a bigger brother, who looks pissed off and is walking slowly over to the boys.
Elliot glances at Luke, who nods while backing away, and I watch as Elliot smirks and gestures for the giant to come to him. The giant charges, and Elliot pulls back and delivers one large punch into the giant’s face, which makes him stagger a little. Elliot doesn't waste time and kicks him hard on his right knee. I hear the bone snap as he cries out in pain. Luke comes next, kicking the other leg just as hard, and he collapses. Elliot kicks him one more time in the face, and it's clear who the winners are. The crowd around me goes wild, screaming Elliot and Luke’s names. I watch as they both walk out the back just as Tris finds me and drags me back to a nearby bar.
"I told you not to go far, that meant not running into a fucking crowd," he says tensely and then orders himself a beer. I order a large vodka and tell them to hold the ice. As I down my drink for courage, I text Elliot, knowing he is going to go ape, but I need to see him.
Me: I'm at The Cage at one of the bars. I'm going to dance, find me x
My phone buzzes a little bit later after my second vodka.
Elliot: Be there soon. You have a lot to explain before I take your ass home, angel x
&n
bsp; I tell Tris I'm going to dance, and he nods, understanding that in the middle of the dance floor is the only place it's safe for Elliot to talk to me in here. Tris said earlier that he doesn't have cameras on the dance floor, and my dad is away, anyway, but I don't want to take the chance. I start dancing, enjoying the music and moving my hips slowly, hoping Elliot will get here soon. I need to feel him and know for myself that he is okay. Arms wrap around my waist from behind, and I go to push them away when I realise it's Elliot's big chest pushed against my back, I'd recognise him anywhere. We don't say anything as we dance, and he turns me so that I'm looking up at him and kisses me until I'm breathless. His hands stay on my hips despite my desperation to feel them roam all over me.
"You’re coming home with me, I will meet you outside. Don't worry, I will be in the car so your dad won't know it’s me because I usually bring my bike. Tell Tris," he says before he leaves me confused and needy on the dance floor.
I sigh, walking over to Tris. "I'm leaving with Elliot, so I will call you. Thanks for tonight," I say loud enough for him to hear.
"Sure; be careful, I will walk you out," he says, following me to the car park. I see Elliot straight away in Luke’s jeep, so I guess Luke must have given him a lift.
"Be careful," Tris says before leaving, and I open the door, getting in.
"Hey," I say as I put on my seatbelt, but Elliot only nods and drives away from The Cage fast. I glance at him, seeing the bruises on his cheek, but overall, he doesn't look too bad. I never really noticed, but he has a little dip on the side of his nose, where I guess it must have been broken at some point.
"You okay?" I ask, but he doesn't reply. He eventually just nods at me.
I'm worried now, as he seems tense, and I would be an idiot not to realise why he is mad.
"I was safe, Tris was there."
"I know," he says tensely, but he still doesn't look at me. We pull up at his house, and he opens my door for me and takes my hand, leading me into the house.
"Hey, Harley, I bet you will be glad when Seb and Maisy are back tonight," I say as Elliot drags me gently behind him up the stairs. Harley is walking down, looking tired with a sleepy Jake on his shoulder. I know their flight was at eleven, so they should be back in a few hours.
"Hey, Allie, babies don't sleep, do they?" he jokes while I laugh a little, and I’m thankful Elliot has stopped.
"Sorry, Harley," Elliot says before he lifts me over his shoulder and continues walking.
"Bye," I mutter to Harley, who laughs as he walks down the rest of the stairs.
"I can walk," I say loudly, smacking Elliot’s ass. Holy cow, it only hurts my hand with how firm his ass is. Elliot doesn't respond and, instead, throws me onto his bed.
Elliot pushes himself over me, grabbing my wrists, and I hear the clink of handcuffs snap. He leans back with a frown.
"Right, now you can't move. Want to tell me why the hell you came to The, fucking, Cage tonight?" he asks, glaring at me.
"Why do you think?" I ask, avoiding looking at him. The bastard tied me up, and I’m not answering his questions.
"Honestly, I think it was a crazy, fucking, move. Any one of your dad’s friends could have seen you and told him. He isn't a stupid man, Allie. He would put two and two together and work out you were there to see me."
I glare right back at him, hating how I know he is right.
"I couldn't stand the thought of you hurt. I had to see what happened," I say. I watch as he moves off the bed and stands at the end, looking at me. I try not to wriggle under his intense gaze.
“Do you think I want you to see me like that? In that place where I have killed men. I have killed people, Allie, sometimes because I didn’t have a choice, or sometimes because I hit them too hard. What if I lost that fight? What if you had to watch that?” he rants on, pacing like a caged animal at the end of his bed.
“I would want to be there! I would have killed anyone who hurt you. I don’t care about your past, I don’t care what my asshole of a dad made you do, or what yours did. I only care that I’m in your life now, and there is no way I am going anywhere when you are hurting!” I shout at him. Elliot walks over to me as I shout.
"Allie. God, you make me so fucking mad." He growls before kissing me hard and coming on top of me. We battle with our tongues before I hear the rip of my short, silver dress and I feel him pull it away.
He unclips my bra before ripping that off me, too, and takes a nipple straight into his mouth before I get a chance to say anything. My back arches in pleasure as he plays with me. The next thing he rips is my thong before he parts my legs and is diving in between them like a starved man. I scream out Elliot's name as I come fast from the pleasure, and he grunts before pulling down his jeans and chucking off his top with his leather jacket. Elliot doesn't waste time and pushes himself inside me in one, long thrust, but then he doesn't move. I glance up to see him looking at me intently, and he kisses me gently as he rocks into me again and again.
"Allie, don't scare me like that again. I just can't . . . can’t lose you. You don’t have any idea what I would do to keep you safe," he whispers into my ear.
"I'm sorry," I say before I kiss him.
We try to go slow, but we both lose the battle quickly as I cry out as Elliot thrusts into me. Seconds later, we both finish together, and I can’t help but stare in wonder at his face as he finishes. I will never forget what it's like to see him like this, so relaxed and happy. He looks younger and less stern.
"Are you going to untie me now?" I ask with a chuckle. The handcuffs aren’t hurting me while he lies on my chest, still inside me.
"No secrets, Allie. You’re my girlfriend, and we have a lot against us already. You should have told me you were coming tonight," he replies.
"I won't keep anything from you again. I am sorry for scaring you, but don’t fight me on coming with you next time. I need to be there for you, I will never be the stay at home girl, and if you can’t deal with that . . ." I say the last part as a whisper.
"Okay, I always knew I wouldn’t be able to stop you from doing anything you want, but I will be keeping the handcuffs, just in case," he interrupts and grins down at me. He leans up to undo my hands and slips out of me.
"Staying here tonight?" Elliot asks as he comes back from the bathroom a little later with a washcloth.
"Yeah," I say, looking around at Elliot's surprisingly clean room. Why is his room always tidy? I have the urge to just mess it up to annoy him.
I clean up with Elliot's help and dress in one of his shirts and boxers.
"Did you eat?" he asks.
"No," I say.
"Come on, I can order something from that twenty-four-hour pizza place and see if Harley wants any help."
I nod, following Elliot down the stairs and thinking it’s sweet when he takes my hand. Izzy opens the door, followed by Blake, as we get to the bottom.
"Hey, bestie," I say with a grin.
"Hey, you two." She laughs, coming over to give me a hug, and then looks at Elliot.
"You okay? Blake said the fight went well," she asks. I didn’t realise Blake was there, but it doesn’t surprise me.
"Yeah, we're ordering some pizzas. You in?" he asks them both.
"Yeah, I will grab us some drinks," Izzy says, taking Blake's hand as they walk away.
Elliot and I find Harley in the living room, feeding a sleepy-looking Jake his bottle.
"Hey, you want pizza?" Elliot asks, taking a seat.
"Yeah." Harley yawns.
"Here, let me," I say, taking Jake from Harley and rocking him in my arms. I’m lucky it doesn't take long before he is sleeping. I keep him on my shoulder, snoozing, as I take a seat by Elliot, who pulls my feet onto his lap as he talks.
"Aww, he is so cute," Izzy says, coming into the room with Blake holding cans of Coke and some beers, which they put on the table.
"Poor man misses his dad and mum. It’s unfortunate that he has had three teeth come in this week. I ma
y have to apologise to his parents about his new fun game of biting everything," Harley comments, taking a beer.
"They’re back tonight, so he will be happy. Why is it your fault he is biting?" Izzy asks.
“I took him to one of those baby classes they told me to take him to. Anyway, I was a little distracted because baby classes have a lot of single mums, and they wouldn’t leave me alone. While I was distracted, a little girl Jake’s age bit his arm. He bit her back as I got to him, and they both cried. Since then, he has been biting everything,” Harley says with a slight shiver, while we all chuckle.
“Totally not your fault, bro,” Izzy says, and then her phone rings, which she answers while walking out of the room.
"Ready for the exams?" Blake asks me.
"Yeah, I think so. They’re a little difficult, and my heart just hasn’t been in it," I say, thinking of my business class I share with Emilia. We will be working on it together, but she actually likes the class, when all I want to do is teach dance. I love all the kids, and I’m teaching them a dance to do a show at the end of the year.
"Oh my god, that was Tilly. Her mum got a job as a teacher at the school, and she starts in July. That means she is moving here with her family in ten months’ time when her dad’s contract ends," Izzy says while jumping up and down. She then jumps in Blake's lap, giving him a big kiss.
"That's amazing, beauty. I know you miss her," he says, leaning back.
"I can't wait to see her. She was my best friend for years when I was younger, and she stuck by me when my mum died. Her family is cool, too. She has an older brother and two younger ones. They are coming, too," she says, and I notice how Blake tenses a little.
"So? Your ex is moving here," he says quietly, but we all hear and go quiet so we can listen. We are close like that, or nosy, but who cares?
"Yes, but you don't need to worry," she says quietly, and Blake pulls her into a kiss that's so passionate it could melt the room. I look to Elliot, who is smiling down at me.