Double Betrayal (Surviving Book 3)

by Frost, Ada

  “Stop!” She covered my mouth with her dainty hand.

  I puckered my lips and pressed a kiss to her palm. She slid her hand across my cheek, her fingers playing at the stubble growing on my jaw before it slid into my hair. I noticed my pixie liked to thread her fingers through my hair.

  “Do you forgive me?” I needed to know; I had to understand how much I needed to work to make us perfect again.

  “I’m working on it.” Emily pressed her forehead to mine and released a hot rush of air. “I want to, but, Will, you hurt me, a lot –”

  “I know, and I really am sorry. It was a dumb idea.”

  “Erm, yeah. Word to the wise, never take advice from my brothers. There is a reason they are perpetually single.”

  “Duly noted,” I chuckled, holding her to me. It felt out of this world to have her in my arms. “I know you drive, but can I take you home? You know, co-pilot to make sure you get home safe.”

  Her sweet tinkle of laughter sent shivers down my spine.

  “I’m not sure that’s the wisest idea you’ve ever had.”

  “I swear I will be one hundred percent gentleman. Okay, ninety-eight percent.”

  “Ninety-eight?”

  “I may need a goodnight kiss to see me through the cold, harsh winter’s night.” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes, but I think I failed, seeing as she was laughing so hard I nearly dropped her.

  “You can co-pilot, but that is it. You go home.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The way her body felt against mine, that percentage of me keeping me hands to myself was slowly slipping. But one thing was certain and one hundred percent non-negotiable – I wouldn’t fuck up. I wouldn’t hurt her, and I absolutely would not fail.

  I carried her back inside, keeping her legs firmly around me, with my hands helpfully supporting her ass. It was a tough job, being the guy. She glanced over her shoulder at the nosey bastards and Lou at the bar. Castor was trying to look fierce, but the mirth dancing in his eyes completely fucked it up. Acis really was throwing me a death stare, but he could reel his neck in because she was mine and he needed to back off. Ryan shook his head and continued drinking his beer. Johan had his hands firmly gripping Lou’s backside while looking down her top, so he had no clue what was happening, and he may have been getting away with such behaviour, seeing as his woman’s eyes were currently filled with tears, staring at Pix and me.

  Gently placing her on the bar so she could shimmy over, I pressed my lips to hers, stealing a kiss. “I’ll be waiting.”

  “I may be really late; go home if you get tired.”

  “Em, I will wait. There isn’t a question about it. I exist only when I’m near you –”

  Ryan, the bastard, laughed and choked on his drink, spitting beer all over the bar.“Jesus Christ, please tell me you don’t believe that shit works?”

  “Fuck off.” I turned to look back at Em, who was holding her sides and laughing so hard she had tears running down her face. My face split into a huge grin at the hilarity of the situation.

  “Stop laughing,” I urged playfully, poking her gently in the side. Her soft hands cupped my face and she pressed her lips against mine. I leaned forward, wanting to taste more. I followed her as she fell backward, trying to pull away from me. She laughed against my mouth and pushed against my chest. My pants were painfully tight, the insistent fucker wanting inside Em. I slowly pulled away. She swung her legs niftily over the bar and jumped down over the other side. Phil said something to her as she approached him.

  “I’m taking Em home after her shift.”

  “Lucky bastard–”

  “I need you to play third wheel.”

  “Like that’s going to happen.”

  “Ry, seriously. She wants to take it slow; I promised to be a gentleman.”

  Ryan’s laughter only served to piss me off.

  “Ry, man, come on.”

  “I am not sitting in the freaking truck while you two make out like horny teenagers. What are we, fucking fourteen again?”

  “Okay, firstly, she owns a dinky toy car, not a truck. We may struggle to all fit. Secondly, you know I hadn’t even kissed a girl at fourteen, let alone a home run, and let me tell you, thirty-five-year-old me desperately wants a home run.”

  “You’re being a dick.”

  “No, my dick is in pain. Help me out – that sounded fucked up. I meant – fuck it, I’m calling in the bro card – you owe me.”

  “Fuck off.”

  I sat staring at him.

  “Not happening.”

  I remained silent, watching as he lifted the bottle to his mouth.

  “There is no fucking way I am being third wheel; we are too old for that shit. Have some self-control.”

  Turning to the bar, I picked up his shot and downed it. The fucker would be in that car.

  “What the fuck is that?” Ryan growled as we approached Emily’s car.

  “What?” she asked innocently. I remained silent because I’d had this discussion.

  “It’s a freaking toy.”

  “Get in and stop hurting my baby’s feelings.”

  “Trust me, you wouldn’t fit a baby in that thing,” he muttered.

  “Get in the car, Ryan,” she gritted through clenched teeth. I sniggered, because let’s face it, the car was a joke.

  “Laugh it up, jerk off.”

  He walked toward the rear of the car. “How the hell do you get in the back?”

  Emily smiled proudly, did something with the seat and flipped it forward, I guessed to create space to climb in the back. Ryan bent to peer into the car.

  “No, not happening. You want a third wheel, you climb your ass back there.” He pointed at me.

  “Stop being mean; it isn’t that small – whoa, wait, what? Third wheel?”

  “Your boy here can’t trust his dick to stay in his pants –”

  I slapped his chest. Hard.

  “What?”

  “You’re being an ass.” I nodded in Emily’s direction and Ry immediately look contrite.

  “Sorry, ma’am, but being squeezed into a… a… it ain’t even a real car.”

  “Right, that’s it.” She huffed and jumped in the driver’s seat, locked the doors and started the engine.

  “Em, baby, open the door. Em–” I yanked at the locked door as she started to reverse out of the parking lot. “Em, open the door.”

  She stopped, put the car in drive, and left me standing there with the biggest douche on the planet.

  “It was a tin can on fucking wheels,” he said in disgust. I slid my hands into my hair and pulled, growling out a pained howl. “Problem solved. Shall we grab a pizza?”

  I thumped him on the arm, hard.

  “Ow, fucker.”

  “I am not sharing a pizza with an ass like you.”

  “Aww, is Will sulky-sulky?”

  I walked away and heard his laughter as he followed, taunting me. But I smiled, because right there, that was the old Ryan. And my pixie may have deserted me in a parking lot, but tomorrow she would open her door for me. She would smile for me, and that was the best feeling in the world.

  Falling asleep had been almost impossible. I’d spent the night tossing and turning, even after a tiring shift. Why? Because I’d questioned everything that had happened with Will. From whether I was a total slut for letting what happened in the bathroom transpire, to whether I had been an idiot for letting the sweetest words I’d ever heard melt me and send me running into the night to claim him. I just didn’t know whether I was making the right decision; I’d never been able to forgive any man before for trampling my heart. Okay, so the list was short, limited to just Jack, but he’d shagged my sister, got her pregnant, and I was currently their child’s partial guardian. In truth, if I opened my heart and let the real honesty about the situation out, Jack broke something truly precious. I’d never, nor did I ever think I could, love anyone like I loved him, and a part of my heart would always be connected to hi
m via our angel. But I could never forgive him; I felt he stole something from me and I could never have that back. But Will, my giant, he was dangerous in an entirely different way. I was addicted to him; his presence, everything about him, I was drawn to. No matter how angry I was at him, I could not deny I wanted him more than I cared to breathe. Last night in the staff bathroom—which now makes me feel icky, because let’s face it, a bathroom—I lost total control. I was angry at him, so brutally raging at him, but I couldn’t stop my body from wanting him. So needless to say, I got home, frustrated, alone and completely wired. I’d lain in bed waiting for sleep to take my tired body, but it wouldn’t come until about an hour ago. So whoever the person banging on my front door at six am was, they clearly had a death wish.

  I yanked the door open and glared through sleep deprived eyes.

  “I brought breakfast,” Will announced proudly, holding two takeaway coffee cups and a paper bag.

  “It’s six in the frigging morning,” I gritted out, clearly a disgruntled and ungrateful cow without sleep. I took in his appearance and wrinkled my nose. “Have you been running?” His thigh muscles were the size of bloody tree trunks.

  “Yeah, I run every morning.”

  “Are you not hung over?”

  “A little, but the run cleared a lot of the cobwebs. Can I come in? The coffee is getting cold.”

  “So am I, hence why I was nicely tucked up in bed.” He glanced down my body.

  “I can see that.” His eyes flared at the sight of my peaked nipples. “And do you always answer the door in your underwear?”

  I scowled, glancing down my body. “How is it underwear? It’s a camisole and boy shorts.”

  “I can see your navel, far too much of your legs, and I know for certain you haven’t anything on underneath.”

  “Not many people start banging on my door at this ungodly hour.”

  “I can be thankful for that at least.” He walked through the door and I stepped back against the wall to allow him through. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Morning.”

  “Morning,” I whispered breathlessly. I could taste the salty cold on his lips.

  “I missed you.”

  I smiled and cupped his cheek. I ran my nose over the tip of his nose. “I missed you, too.” He pressed his lips against mine; this time his tongue sneaked entry, stroking my tongue and lips. I shivered against the onslaught of passion surging through me.

  Will pulled back. My cheeks were flushed, my skin was burning up. I wanted him to drop the coffees, pick me up, and impale me hard against the wall.

  “Are you cold?”

  “Not in the slightest.”

  “Do you want to go back to bed?” His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. I shivered again and closed my eyes.

  “Yes,” I answered on a breathy sigh.

  “May I join you?”

  I couldn’t bear it any longer; I slid my hands into his hair and pulled his mouth hungrily against mine. I lifted my legs to climb his body, but he pushed my knee down with his forearm. He yanked him mouth away from mine. I opened my mouth to protest, but he was placing the coffees on the table behind him and the bag on the step. He yanked his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere, but my eyes were fixed on the glorious torso beaded with sweat. My fingers itched to touch him.

  “Emily,” was the only warning I had before his hands slid around my arse, squeezed it firmly, and pulled me against him. I wrapped my legs around him and my fingers went into his hair. I moaned loudly as his tongue assaulted my mouth. My nipples ached against the heated cotton of my camisole. My knickers were soaked as they pressed against his naked stomach. I opened my mouth wide to take him, devour him, claim him. I slid my hands down to his shoulders and dug my nails into his hard muscles. The deep growl passing from his throat to my mouth had me whimpering in need. His large hands clawed at me frantically. They stroked up my sides, taking both my breasts in his hands as his hips pinned me to the wall. His lips moved tenuously down my neck, nipping and biting at the heated flesh.

  “Will,” I gasped as he roughly yanked my top down, exposing my sensitised nipples to the cool morning air. One hand squeezed while his mouth latched onto the other and sucked deeply. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling at the roots. We were manic, brutal, and completely desperate for one another. I could barely breathe; I was so overwhelmed.

  “I need you – so bad, Pix.”

  “Take me. Take what you need,” I panted, tightening my fist in his golden locks as the throbbing in my core became almost painful.

  “Are you wet for me?” His hand slid, torturously slow, down my stomach, over my hip and under my thigh. A trail of goose bumps prickled my skin. I mewled, begging him to touch me and take the ache he created away. I cried out when his finger broached the hem of my shorts. The blunt tip ran through my folds, coating itself in my slick heat.

  “Fuck, Em!” He pressed his face against my neck and his chest heaved as he sucked in deep, ragged breaths.

  “Please, Will. It hurts,” I pleaded, pressing my hips against his fingers, desperate for more friction. He pulled his head from my shoulder and stared into my eyes as he pushed one finger inside me. I whimpered, grinding myself onto him. I flexed my hips faster, riding him. Too soon, he pulled his hand away and pressed his hips against me, pinning me hard against the wall. I closed my eyes, praying he would fuck me soon.

  “Will–” I paused when his fingers slid into my mouth, the same ones he’d had inside me moments ago. I stared at him as he ran his index finger over my lip and the tip of my tongue. I could smell and taste myself on him. I wasn’t sure if I liked the taste, but what I absolutely loved was the heated desire in my man’s eyes as I sucked his fingers hard into my mouth. I moaned, savouring the dark jewels as they devoured my mouth. He yanked his fingers from my mouth and pressed his lips and tongue hard into me. It was brutal and desperate and I bloody loved it. I gripped him tightly against me.

  Will’s hand was back at my shorts, but this time he moved them to the side. I felt him releasing his cock from his shorts. A moment passed as he covered himself with a condom and entered me in one deep thrust. I dislodged my mouth from his, crying out in sheer bliss. He filled me completely. His hands held me tightly around the hips and lifted me, before bringing me back down onto his cock. I flexed my hips frantically and met his punishing thrusts as he pounded against me.

  “Always so fucking amazing.”

  “Will –”

  “So tight, Pix, so perfectly tight.” His thrusts became as animalistic as his grunts as he chased me into oblivion. I screamed his name, nipping his flesh with my nails. It was a fierce, unruly reconciliation, filled with desperation and passion. I clutched at his shoulders as he heaved against my chest. We stayed against the wall wrapped around one another, panting and gasping for breath.

  “My legs feel like Jell-O,” Will murmured against my skin. I tittered a laugh I had no real energy for.

  “Take me to bed.”

  With a big gulp of breath, Will carried me up the stairs to my bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and covered my body with his. He stared down at me, tracing the fullness of my lips, the angle of my jaw, and slope of my neck with his index finger before he paused and frowned.

  “What?” I asked, cupping his jaw.

  “Jesus, Em, I’m so sorry.” He stroked his fingers over my neck, looking distraught. “I’m a total savage.”

  “I’m not complaining.” I could feel his fingers brushing against sensitive skin on my neck and had a feeling he was looking at hickeys.

  “But you should. I shouldn’t be so damn rough. Christ, baby, don’t allow it, okay? You should be worshipped, not taken with brute–”

  I sat up quickly, cupping his face. “Will, I loved it.” I love you. “I’m as desperate for you as you seem to be for me.”

  “There isn’t a question about it, Emily. You’re everything. I can’t deny it anymore.”

  “Me either.”
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  He swiftly rolled over onto his back, scooping me into his arms and laying me fully on top of him and bringing the comforter over the both of us.

  “I can’t sleep like this; I’ll crush–”

  “I need you close right now; just humour me, okay? I need you.”

  “Okay, but no more misguided guilt about before. We fucked; it was raw and intense and entirely mutual.”

  I yelped when he rolled us so he was braced above me. He stared down at me, an intensity lighting his eyes I hadn’t seen before, and my body reacted with the same violent need it always did.

  “I don’t want to fuck you anymore. I want to make love to you.”

  “Will–”

  “I’m not delusional. I know you don’t… I can love you more than enough for both of us. As long as one day you could learn to love me. But I can’t let you go, Em; I know it isn’t the same for you–”

  “I’m scared it’s more for me, Will.” I cupped his jaw with one hand and stroked the fingers of the other down his perfect face. “I’ll never recover from you.”

  “Your magic has me a total addict, pixie-girl. I love you.”

  I closed my eyes and mouthed the words I was so terrified to say.

  “Say it; I beg you. Say it, Emily.”

  “I love you.” I opened my eyes and stared at the magical green eyes that ensnared me.

  “Again.”

  “Wow, demanding much?” I giggled when he tickled my sides. “I love you,” I choked out as I squirmed underneath him. He released his death grip and pressed a tender kiss to my mouth.

  Life was crappy and threw shit on a daily basis, but those were the perfect moments I lived for. And I would hold onto them and never let them go.

  I stared down at the gorgeous girl in my arms as tears rolled down my cheeks. She was swaddled in pink blankets and the only thing I could see was her tiny fist and scrunched up face, but she was absolute perfection.

  “Hey, beautiful,” I rasped against the tears clogging my throat. “I’m Aunty Emily. I’m your new best friend.” I pressed a kiss to her little forehead. “She’s so perfect,” I whispered.