We fucked up.
We were in the wrong place at the wrong fuckin’ time and made a stupid mistake we’ll regret for the rest of our lives, a mistake no one can ever find out about, not even my brothers, especially not my brothers, but before that..
“Tell me it was me,” he whispers, teasing my lips with his. “I made you forget that night, I drove you crazy, and I made you come. Not her.”
Not her.
It was never her.
I don’t remember her name, don’t even remember what she looked like, all I remember is him. His eyes on me, his hands, his mouth, his fucking tongue..
“Tell me, Wren.”
I should leave.
I should shove his stupid ass off me and get the fuck outta here, go back downstairs to smoke my joint with Ryan and numb this constant fucking pain eating away at me until I can’t think or see straight.
I should do that, but I don’t.
“It was you,” I admit, recklessly giving in to this dangerous game we’re playing. “It was all fuckin’ y–”
His mouth hits mine so fast I moan.
Fucking finally.
Something buried deep inside me snaps like a rubber band and I grab both sides of his neck, accidentally knocking the bottle of whiskey to the floor. It smashes on the tiles beneath my feet but he ignores it, digging his fingers into my waist to pull me into him. He walks us back towards the couch and I rake my hands through his hair, enjoying the way he moans into my mouth like he’s wanted this for as long as I have.
“What now, Lev?” I tease, dragging his bottom lip through my teeth.
“Now?” he rasps, pulling back an inch to pull my t-shirt over my head. “Now I’m gonna blow your fuckin’ mind.”
I raise a brow and he grins like a maniac, roughly shoving my chest to push me down on the couch. He reaches up to the back of his neck to pull his own shirt off and I look up at him, sliding my tongue over my bottom lip while I move my eyes over his ripped body. I’m fully aware he’s a fucking guy, but my cock doesn’t seem to care.
It wants him.
I want him.
His eyes rake over me and my inked body the same way mine did his and I fist my hands at my sides, wrapping my ankle around the back of his thigh to pull him down on me. He smirks and moves to straddle me, pulling my head back to speak in my ear.
“You eager for me, Wren?” he teases, sliding his hand over my body to grab my cock through my jeans.
My hips buck and I groan, lifting my head to glare at him. “Stop fuckin’ talking and do something.”
Done playing with me, he shoves his tongue into my mouth and pops the button on my jeans. He reaches inside to wrap his fist around my cock and I tense up, clenching my abs at the feel of his skin on mine. I freeze for a solid three seconds, waiting for the sickness and shame to wash over me, but it doesn’t.
“You’re so fuckin’ tense,” he whispers, sliding his thumb over the precum leaking from the tip. “Relax, man. Let me take the pain away.”
I release the breath I was holding and remove my nails from my palms, leaning back on the couch to do as I’m told. As soon as I relax some, he’s on me. He moves his mouth down to my neck and I tip my head back for him, sliding my hands up to his hips to hold him down on me. He’s heavy as fuck considering he’s just as big as me and a half an inch taller, but I don’t care.
He feels like home and I need more.
“Lev..”
“What, Wren?”
“I need–” The words die in my throat and I swallow, unsure what to say. “Fuck, man, I need..”
“Me,” he says simply, sliding down to the floor to kneel between my legs. “You need me.”
My eyes darken and I look down at him, fascinated and turned the fuck on by the sight of him beneath me. He takes my cock out fully and swirls his tongue over the tip, smirking to himself when my eyes flare with something that isn’t sickness or shame.
It’s heat.
Pure fuckin’ heat.
The look on my face just seems to set him off more because he loses it, dipping his head to take me all the way down to the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” I jolt, digging my fingers into the back of the couch. “Jesus, fuck.”
He sucks my cock like a fucking pro and I fist his hair, throwing my head back when he does this thing with his tongue that has my eyes fucking rolling.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, slowly grinding my hips up to test the sensation. “Lev, man, what the fuck are you doin’ to me?”
He laughs lightly and looks up at me, teasing the shit out of me with his eyes and his tongue. “You like it?”
I nod without thinking, dragging my bottom lip through my teeth while I watch him swallow me down. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it all.”
He does as he’s told and chokes himself on my cock, sliding his hand over my abs to dig his fingers into my skin. I moan before I can stop it and tighten my grip on his hair, shamelessly fucking his hot mouth while my entire body burns at the feel of him.
This is so fucking wrong.
But why does it feel so right?
His fat lips form a big ass grin like he heard me and I glare for good measure, but then the fucker teases my ass with his thumb and I damn near whimper.
“Oh my fucking– fuck, Lev, I’m gonna come,” I rush out, pulling his hair to get him off me, but he doesn’t move.
Instead he smacks my hands away and pins them to the couch either side of me, taking it like a champ while my cock throbs and pulses in his mouth. I come with a choked out groan and he groans right along with me, then he pops the button on his jeans and moves to straddle my thighs again. Pure, undeniable relief rushes through me and I run my hands over his thighs, frowning when he spits a mouthful of my cum down onto my abs. I open my mouth to ask what the fuck he thinks he’s doing, but then he shocks the shit out of me and slides his fingers through it, using my own release to get his cock wet.
Fuck me, that’s hot.
I lift my eyes back to his and he grins, shoving his tongue between my lips to force me to taste myself. I don’t have the strength or even the will to fight him on it, which is why I grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to kiss him back. He moans into my mouth and rolls his hips on me, rubbing his bare cock against mine to chase his own release.
“Gimme your hand,” he rasps over my lips, shaking his head when I do as I’m told. “The other one.”
I raise a brow and he smirks, snatching my left hand to wrap it around his cock. He fucks my hand at the same pace I fucked his mouth and I look down, ignoring the heat creeping up my neck when I realize what he’s about to do to me.
“You want me to?” he teases, yanking my head back to look at me when I don’t answer right away. “Better think fast, man.”
I don’t even bother to think.
Instead I tighten my grip on his cock and smash my mouth on his, sucking on his tongue to set him off. It’s all me now, so I stroke him faster and he groans, tipping his head back for me while I move my mouth down to his neck. His cock goes off in my hand and he drops his forehead on mine, looking down between us to watch while he covers my abs with his hot release.
So fucking hot.
“Fuck, Wren,” he whispers, falling down on me with his arms wrapped around my neck. “Do you have any fuckin’ idea how long I–”
“..over an hour ago.”
“You worry too much.”
“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have to if you two idiots didn’t keep disappearing on me every five fuckin’ seconds.”
“Sorry, Mom.”
“Shut the fuck up and help me l–”
Just then, my two brothers appear in the open doorway just to freeze where they stand, both bouncing their eyes between me and the damn near naked guy on my lap.
Shit.
Their brows jump when realization hits and I drop my head back on the couch, waiting for the judgement and disgust, but it never comes. Damon just blinks to rid the shock from his face and Kai grins
like an asshole, looking awfully proud of himself while he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“You owe me fifty bucks.”
Chapter Two
Wren
Present..
“..still with me, ganja man?”
The sound of her voice pulls me back to the present and I blink, looking up to find two emerald green eyes staring directly into mine – the same set of eyes that’ve been haunting me and my every goddamn thought for the last five days. The fucker smirks like he knows it and leans over me to grab a towel from the rack, casually running his fingers through his wet hair while he drops down on the sun bed next to mine. I do my best to ignore him and force my eyes elsewhere, spotting my big brother’s new wife leaning back on her hands at the edge of the massive outdoor swimming pool, grinning at me like the cocky little brat she is.
“What?”
“I said what are you thinkin’ about?” she teases, sliding her eyes over my body to eye my dick in my shorts.
I’m hard as fuck and pissed the fuck off, which is why I open my mouth to tell her to shut the fuck up, but then she catches me running my fingers over the tattoo on my left wrist. Her dark brows dip in confusion, probably wondering why I’m thinking about my ex–girlfriend right now, but then it hits her and she drops her jaw, lifting her perceptive little eyes to mine.
“Oh my fucking god,” she hisses, looking between me and Levi. “You–”
I quickly shoot forward and snatch the lit joint from her hand, shoving her chest to toss her ass in the pool before she can finish the damn thought. She screams and I smirk to myself, falling back in my seat to smoke her joint. Levi laughs quietly beside me and I roll my head to look at him, locking my jaw when he winks at me, the bastard.
“Wren!” Callie squeals, wiping her wet hair from her face before straightening out her skimpy ass bikini. “What the fuck was that for?”
“I’m sorry,” I lie. “I didn’t mean to.”
She raises a brow and Kai laughs at her, standing to lift her out of the water by her waist. “Come on, baby girl, lemme buy you a snack.”
“Kai..” Damon warns, leaning forward on the seat beside mine.
“Relax, brother,” he jokes, hauling her up to lift her soaking wet body over his shoulder. “I’ll bring her back in one piece.”
Callie winks and Damon’s shoulders drop some, but I don’t miss the way his eyes track her every move while he carries her over to the bar on the other side of the pool. He’s barely let her out of his sight since the night they got married last weekend – the same day our cousin lost his damn mind and drugged her, kidnapped her off the street and tried to rape her in one of our own hotel rooms, the fuckin’ psycho. Derek knew we’d come for her, he had to know, but he touched her anyway, knowing damn well what would happen once we found him. Now he’s lying in a hospital bed in Westbrook while we’re on vacation in Cancun with our family and friends, something he’ll never be. He was once, but he’s gone out of his way to fuck with us more times than I can count by this point, and we’ll never forgive his sorry ass after everything he’s done.
Not after that.
My stepsister turned sister in law might be a mouthy little bitch with a shitty attitude and a nasty temper to match, but I love her like she’s my own, I’d protect her with my life, and I’d happily burn in hell before I let anyone hurt her.
“Dad wants her to talk to someone when we get back.”
Levi snorts and I laugh lightly, looking at Damon. “You mean a therapist?”
He nods, still not taking his eyes off her.
“Good luck with that, brother.”
Kai walks over a couple minutes later with our drinks in hand and a grinning Callie on his back, laughing to himself when Damon hits him with a glare that would make any other fucker shit themselves. He tosses her down on his lap and Damon wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his bare chest.
“Miss me, did you?” she teases, passing us all a beer each while she licks the chocolate ice cream cone in her hand.
He nods, leaning over to snatch a bite between his teeth. “Where’s mine?”
“I thought you liked to share,” she shrugs, smirking when she catches Levi’s eyes narrowed on the side of her face. “Sup, gorgeous?”
He glares like he’s ready to choke the shit out of her and I hide a laugh, tipping my chin at Ryan when he walks over to us with a smug ass grin on his face, dragging his new girl along by her hand.
“Good morning, Ray-Ray,” Kai teases, falling in line on her other side to wrap his arm around her neck. “My boy keepin’ you up at night?”
“If your boy doesn’t move his bitchy little ass outta that bed tomorrow morning I’m leaving the fucker here,” she fires back, dropping down on the empty bed beside Callie and Damon. “Lazy bastard.”
We all laugh at that and Callie leans over to grab their drinks, passing Ryan a beer and Rachel a yellow cocktail with a pink umbrella on top. She takes it and leans back, side eyeing Callie while she drops her designer sunglasses over her face.
“You’re wet.”
“You’re gettin’ fucked,” Callie throws back, sliding her tongue back and forth between her teeth. “He good?”
“Girl, he’s better than good,” she smirks, twisting a curly strand of blood red hair around her finger. “That boy can go all night long.”
“Damn,” Callie whispers, moving her eyes over Ryan and his form. “How big–”
Damon shoves her forward to smack her ass and the girls laugh at him, but he’s not mad about it. He just rolls his eyes and twists her until she’s straddling his lap, watching her mouth while she licks her now melting ice cream. She slides her tongue over her lip ring and leans in closer to him, grabbing the back of his neck to speak in his ear. Whatever she says has his eyes blazing with heat, and then he’s up, squeezing her ass to wrap her legs around his waist.
“Where’re you goin’?”
“Bed.”
Kai grins at that, jumping up to set his drink down on the coffee table. “Can I come?”
Damon doesn’t answer that. Instead he shoves his ass, smirking when Kai lands in the pool with a loud splash. Callie laughs her ass off and wraps her free hand around Damon’s neck, moaning when he snatches her lip ring between his teeth. Kai feigns a pout and climbs out to snatch his beer, dropping back down in his seat beside Rachel. Ryan sits down between Rachel’s legs and leans back on her chest, grinning up at her like a love sick moron, and then I’m left alone with the idiot beside me, not missing the way he hasn’t taken his hungry eyes off me in the last twenty minutes.
I don’t look, though.
Don’t fucking look, Wren.
“You know, for a guy who says he doesn’t want me..” he says quietly, leaning over me to speak in my ear. “You sure fuckin’ think about me enough.”
I ignore that, shoving his head away to relight Callie’s joint. He laughs at me and moves to stand, shamelessly adjusting his cock in his shorts while he walks for the bar to grab himself another drink. I chew my lip and take the opportunity to move my eyes over the dips and ripples of his abs, simply watching him move. His caramel colored skin is flawless and free of any ink or scars, and my cock aches in my shorts at the thought of marking him, leaving my mark on him, digging my teeth and nails into his body until he hurts like I do.
Fuck, I need to get a grip.
Feeling eyes on me, I lift mine and remove my teeth from my lip, locking my jaw when I realize he’s caught me staring at him again. He smirks and leans back against the bar, holding my eyes hostage while he lifts a fresh beer to his lips. He swirls his tongue around the tip to fuck with me and I groan quietly, dropping my head back to look at the sky a minute.
One more day.
Just one more fuckin’ day.
I hate this fuckin’ place.
Chapter Three
Levi
I hate this fuckin’ place.
My hand flexes on the steering whee
l of my black Audi R8 and I remove my thumb from the scanner, hitting the gas to drive through the iron gates towards the big ass mansion at the end of the driveway. My parents’ so called home sits right on the edge of the water, about a half a mile from Ryan’s house and a couple miles from Kingston Palace at the other end of the beach. It’s all high stone walls with black wooden finishes, three stories and thirteen bedrooms, yet the entire place is left untouched for at least six months out of the year.
Empty.
Lifeless.
Meaningless.
I don’t have a single happy memory here. As far back as I can remember, my parents have been nothing but distant and cold. I was raised by spineless nannies and scary motherfuckers dressed in black suits who were ordered to protect me with guns rather than warmth and love.
Ryan’s dad was the one who taught me how to ride a bike when I was five, how to drive on the beach when I was thirteen, how to pick up girls when I was fifteen – whatever good that did – and Ryan’s mom takes care of me like I’m one of her own, always makes sure I have a home cooked meal and a warm bed to sleep in whenever I need it.
They’re the closest thing I have to family.
Killian and Joyce Matthews are less than strangers to me, and just the thought of being here with them makes my skin crawl with disgust and self hate.
They’re not supposed to be here.
Last I heard, he was taking her to New York for the grand opening of his latest business venture.
I shake my head at the thought and climb out of the car, grabbing my case from the trunk before I head up the steps towards the front door.
Everything is fake.
It’s all for show.
A life built from lies, greed, and a helluva lot of blood money.
To anyone on the outside looking in, my father’s a respected businessman and the proud owner of a few dozen casinos and nightclubs scattered across the country. That might be true in a sense, but it’s not the whole story. On the inside, he’s a paranoid, psychotic prick with the temper of the devil himself and my mother chooses to look the other way because it’s easier than the alternative. She knows damn well what kind of monster she sleeps next to every night, but she allows it because she enjoys the money, the cars, the private jets, the month long vacations and all the other shit that comes with being the boss man’s wife.
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