Famished (The Broken Series)

by Ellie Messe

  “I fucking do not.” Forcing myself to pay attention to the T.V., I demolish his character almost instantly.

  “If you say so.”

  “You look at Hales like a love-struck puppy, I look at Emma like a predator ready to pounce.”

  He laughs, rematching me for umpteenth time, “Whatever you say.”

  “Dude.” I put my controller down to glare at him, “Emma’s fucking hot, like out of this world hot. I want to fuck her again, not marry her.”

  He also sets his controller down and meets my eyes, “Again?”

  I shrug, “Yeah, we fucked before you got here.”

  “That’s not shocking, the fact you, Master of the one-night stands, just said ‘again’ is though.”

  I blow off his stupid manipulation of what I said, “I don’t do seconds, we were interrupted, and I want to finish what we started.”

  He smiles like I’m full of shit and it irks me, “I’m not in love with Emma.”

  “Never said you were.”

  “No, you basically did.”

  “So, you don’t care if I ask her out?” His face is completely serious and a swell of unexpected anger blooms in my chest.

  “Say what now?”

  He cracks a smile, “See, you like her.”

  “What about Hales, dude?”

  Parker rolls his eyes, I see Haley’s worn off on him, “I wasn’t serious. Just wanted to prove a point.”

  “You proved you’re an asshole.”

  “Hit start so I can redeem myself already.”

  I pick up my controller and fight all urges to glance at Emma. Like her? Psssht, please.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  EMMA

  What the hell is up with this family?!

  Drew? Sex on legs.

  Uncle? Wicked hot.

  Brother? Gorgeous.

  It’s super unfair to humanity that they’re all this good looking… and ripped. It’s like I’m in a freaking movie or some Fabio book. I’ve never been one for a threesome but after seeing this gene pool, I wouldn’t say no to having a Hayes man fest.

  Peeking over my shoulder, I see the guys kicked back on the couch watching some sort of show, they haven’t spoken to each other in probably an hour yet neither looks angry. It’s odd to say the least.

  Grabbing the basket, I dump the last load into the washer and turn it on. I’ve tried to keep myself occupied so I don’t call attention to myself, but I’ve officially run out of things to clean. I’ve tidied up my room, wiped down my bathroom, and given the kitchen a once over.

  I think the best thing to do now is get out of the house, Parker’s going to leave soon and that means I’ll be left alone with Drew; and we all know how well I fought him off last time.

  Exiting the laundry room, I stop in the living room to be polite, “I’m running to the store, do you guys need anything?”

  Parker shakes his head while Drew quirks an eyebrow at me, “Didn’t you just go shopping?”

  Shit, I guess he would have realized when his kitchen started stocking sweets and the laundry detergent and other things started to restock themselves.

  “Yeah, but I forgot some stuff.”

  Drew smiles knowingly, “You went last time, I’ll go out in a bit and get whatever you need; It’s only fair.”

  “You wanna get me tampons?” I ask knowing it’s the ultimate man cringer.

  He shrugs, “Yeah, just tell me what brand and shit you need and I’ll get ‘em.”

  “What?” Guys hate periods, they’re scared of feminine products, what the hell is this?

  “The brand.” He says without an ounce of humor, “And things like if you want plastic and what size you need.”

  Is he for real right now? “You’re serious?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Guys don’t buy tampons, guys run scared from all things period.”

  Parker and he share a laugh, “I’m not really a shy guy, sweetheart. Plus, we grew up with a woman who sometimes needed an emergency pick up, don’t worry about it. Watch T.V. with us, I know you’re not in desperate need at the moment.” He winks at me. Crap, no well I guess of all people he would know.

  “That’s alright, you guys are hanging out.”

  “Stop avoiding us by cleaning and come sit down. Parker doesn’t bite.”

  “Maybe I like biting.” I tell him crossing my arms over my chest, I give Parker a little wink to send it home.

  Parker chuckles nervously, the right side of his mouth curves up and it’s just as sexy as you’re imagining.

  “Let’s not eye fuck my brother.” Drew complains, “He’s taken.”

  “I’m not eye fucking him, not yet anyway.” Drew shifts in his chair, all humor lost, “Oh, stop acting like your jealous, I’m just messing with you.”

  I plop myself on the cushion beside him in my act of apology. He gets so pissy about guys, it makes no sense when he’s nailing these club tarts left and right.

  “Are we friends again?” I nudge him with my shoulder until he gives me the side eye.

  “Sit on my lap and we’ll be even.”

  “I’m not gonna do that, but if your brother’s available…”

  He growls, biting his bottom lip. Parker looks like I just stripped in front him, it’s comical.

  “Oh, come off it.” When Drew doesn’t drop the bitch face, I scoot over and sit sideways on his lap, “Happy now?”

  “No.” His hands rubs the length of my thigh while butterflies take flight in my stomach, “I’d probably be happier if you were grinding on my dick, preferably naked.”

  I laugh, “God, for being so adamant about only hitting it once, you sure are asking for seconds a lot.”

  “It’s not seconds; it’s a continuation.”

  I’m feeling brave with his brother on the couch so I lean forward and lick a line from the neck of his shirt to his jaw, “You want seconds, admit it.”

  “If you think I won’t fuck you with my brother in the room, you should think again. I’m not shy, sweetheart.”

  “He’s really not and that’s not something I’m interested in seeing; no offense.”

  “None taken.” I smile at him, turning back to Drew, “You work tonight, I’m sure you’ll find some tart to bring home.”

  His eyebrows lift, “You interested in joining the fun?”

  My head tips back in laughter as I climb off his lap, “Hard pass, Tiger.”

  “Speaking of working,” Parker starts, “ I should probably head out, I’m supposed to meet Josh before HEAT opens.”

  “Hot Uncle?”

  Parker’s face scrunches up like he caught me smoking cat food, “What?”

  “Josh, he’s the hot uncle right?”

  “He’s our uncle, I don’t know about the hot part.”

  “He’s a fucking babe.” I state, cause it’s the truth.

  “One, rude. Two, not true. Three, gross.”

  I scoff, “Whatever, I’d bone all three of you.” Both guys stare in horror causing an eruption of laughter to spill from my lips, I might have snorted. “Drew’s the hottest,” Drew’s arms shoot in the air in triumph, “So, he’d get me the majority of the time, and then you and Hot Uncle can tag in and out.” I wag my eyebrows at Parker who’s caught between a smile and possibly throwing up.

  “Please be kidding.” He says looking to Drew for help.

  “Kinda.” I admit, tucking my ankles under my butt, “I am joking but at the same time if you guys approached me with the idea, I doubt I’d say no.”

  Parker shakes his head, “And this is where I leave.” An awkward laugh later and he’s stepping out the front door.

  “So I suggest a threesome and you say no, but then immediately admit to wanting a foursome with my brother and uncle?”

  “You’d actually want to cash in on your idea, the possibility of me getting nailed by your married uncle and taken brother are slim to none. I mostly said that for shock value.”

  “My uncl
e’s not married and Parker’s girl is my best friend who’s currently M.I.A.”

  “So you’re saying my slim to none chances are higher than I thought?”

  He laughs, “No, they’re none existent but if you want a Hayes dick, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

  “Whatever, when do you go to work?”

  “I have to leave in about an hour, plenty of time get you naked and finish what we started.”

  Forcing a laugh, a push him away like he’s joking even though I know he’s not. “Alright, enough with all that. We fucked, it was great, now that the sexual tension is gone we should have no trouble forming a platonic roommate relationship.”

  “I’d hop on this ride one last time if I was you, after tonight the deals off.”

  “The deal was over the second we got off, Tiger. But your persistence is flattering.”

  “Alright, but I gave you the option. When you’re in your bedroom playing DJ Diddles to the sounds of me fucking other woman remember you turned it down.”

  “What’s DJ Diddles?” He laughs, dropping his hand to his crotch, making quick rubbing motions. “I don’t masturbate to thoughts of you fucking other girls. I have no problems finding some no name to bring home.”

  “Oye, you’re brutal. A no name?”

  “Like you remember every girls name?”

  “Samantha, or Sam as she liked to be called,” He raises a finger, “Mel, Paige, Danica, Joanne, Veronica, Yericka, Sally, Laura, Dawne, Janelle, Mari, Vashti,” He pauses a moment thinking while holding his fingers in the air, “Pammy, Marybeth, Tricia, Meagan, Heather, and you this morning. That’s been my December.”

  My eyebrows raise with shock, “Well, that’s impressive.”

  “I might be a whore, but at least I’m a considerate whore.”

  “Kudos to you, I’m just a standard whore.”

  He laughs, pulling himself off the couch, “Just know that just because we have a ‘platonic’ relationship now, I’m still going to say inappropriate things and smack your ass when you walk by.” He shrugs, “It’s all part of my charm.”

  “Duly noted.”

  “Leave a list of what you need from the store and I’ll pick it up on the way home tonight.”

  “About that…”

  “You were avoiding?” He says with a smirk.

  “Just a bit.”

  He laughs, “Alright, well if shit changes text me and I’ll pick it up.”

  I don’t reply and he doesn’t seem to need one. After his bedroom door shuts I hear the pipes turn over. Well, that was easy. Maybe it won’t be awkward after all.

  No Self Control- 1. Emma- 1.

  Chapter Thirty

  Drew

  I think I might be broken. My game is totally off. I was balls deep in some sorority girl Saturday night and for the first time in my life I wasn’t able to get off. Apparently Emma’s game has seen no such difficulty seeing as she’s brought home some random needle dick playboy every night since.

  I usually don’t work Tuesday’s but Danica’s kid’s sick so I’m covering for her. Scanning every girl who makes eye contact determined to get my head straight and my dick wet.

  I’m going fucking insane. I’ve got an hour left on shift and not one of these girls has made my dick twitch once; which is fucking ridiculous. I’m Drew Hayes for Christ’s sake, I’m always hungry.

  I can have any woman in this club on my dick within the hour if I wanted, so why the hell am I striking out? It’s because of that fucking blonde pain in my ass with the perfect body and hypnotizing green eyes. If she would have just taken me up on my offer I wouldn’t be in this fucking situation. I do not dip my hand into the honey pot twice- I don’t and won’t. I just need to fuck this girl out of my system is all. Problem is; I can’t seem to find anyone I’m even remotely DTF.

  I groan over the tray of shots I’m currently filling when said blonde pain in my ass leans over the bar.

  “Hey, Tiger.”

  “What’ll it be?”

  She smiles that dimpled grin and of course, now, my dick decides to twitch. Fan-fucking-tastic.

  “Coke.”

  I give her a nod before making up her drink, “Where’s your vest?”

  “Ugh! Not you too.” She wines, laying her head on her folded arm. Golden strands pool against the marble bartop, “My cousin’s got it, a bunch of the guys are over in the corner.”

  Handing her her drink, I push her cash back to her, “Don’t worry about it.”

  I promise I’m not trying to be a dick. This girl is too gorgeous for her own good and the more she smiles the more I want her; which isn’t going to happen, which in turn frustrates the hell out of me.

  “It’s like four bucks, I can afford it.”

  “Yeah, well you’re under the Hayes Family discount now.”

  “And how did I manage to acquire such a prestigious honor?” She smiles again and it’s harder to fight the thoughts of her skin on mine, her nails racking down my back- for fuck’s sake, see? I’m broken, this chick broke me.

  I give her a shrug, “You just do.”

  She smiles into her straw as she backs away from the bar, I watch as the bottom of her ass peeks out from the hem of her dress as she walks away. And wouldn’t you know, my dick goes half-mast thinking about those pretty pink lips wrapped around a certain favorite, albeit neglected, member of mine.

  “Wow. Never thought I’d see the day when the almighty Drew would be smitten over a broad he can’t have.”

  “Shut up, Alice.”

  “What’s wrong? Sober girls don’t do it for you?”

  “If you need help keeping your mouth shut, I’m sure I can find some dude to shove his dick down your throat.”

  “God, you’re such an asshole. That’s sexual harassment, ya know.”

  “I didn’t say it was going to be my dick.” She scoffs angrily, “You look like you could be Anna Kendrick’s ugly ass little sister, just trying to help you get laid; might fix your piss poor attitude.”

  “My attitude’s solely reserved for arrogant pigs.”

  She’s still yapping behind me when the lights start to flash. God, I fucking hate the fire shows now that Hales isn’t my partner. We had the coolest routine where I’d shotgun alcohol from my mouth to hers while she was bent backwards over the bar top before pulling her upright so she could blow fire above the crowd; fuck we looked awesome. Now I’m partnered up with this salty bitch who refuses to do anything even remotely cool.

  Unlike the other two bartenders, I don’t help my partner up, instead I go back to where Mark is lining up shot glasses. Grabbing one for me and Alice, I return and use the step ladder to the surface of the massive bar, handing one to Alice. We coat our fingers in alcohol before throwing the shots back. Mark stands below us, lighting our fingers on fire. Holding our flaming fingers next to the others, we spray the shot creating a roar of flames to fan out; see, lame.

  The crowd cheers as I hop down. If Danica was my partner she’d go for my idea. I wanted to hold the shot at my groin and have the girl seductively crawl down my body, taking the shot without hands as she stands back up, then blow flames across my hand like Hales did; but I’m with Alice, the Salty Bitch, so that’s not going to happen.

  Now I’m even more annoyed. Twisting my head side to side I try to work the tension out to no avail. Only half an hour left and I can go home, though I’m certain Emma will be bringing back a midnight snack and I’ll get to listen to some fuck boy rail a girl literally light years out of his league; joy.

  Sending out a tray of drinks I look over the crowd just to have my eyes lock with Emma’s. She’s got some dude behind her looking like he just won the lottery while her ass grinds against him.

  We’ve established I’m a one time dude, no seconds, no point in riding the same ride over and over again when there’s a whole amusement park waiting, so tell me why I’m fighting the urge to bounce this dudes head off the floor for touching her.

  I try to busy m
yself but my eyes keep drifting back to them. Her dress is riding up; exposing more and more skin and this dickhead is wasting no time taking advantage. Thank God the song ends when it does cause I’m positive he was half an inch from being pummeled into mush right there on the dance floor. I’m expecting a little distance but his hands are still holding her against him. He whispers something into her neck and she laughs, her eyes coming up to meet mine. She gives me a sinful smile as the next song starts to play, her hips moving perfectly to the slow beat, homeboy looks like he’s going to cum in his pants completely unaware it’s me she’s staring at. My blood pressure is soaring, I want to break him in half for touching what’s clearly mine.

  “I’m going on break.” I tell Alice, moving around to the bar exit.

  She starts stammering as she attempts to push out an angry sentence but I ignore her, moving swiftly towards the douchebag and the blonde pain in the ass against him.

  Her eyes watch me with confusion until she figures out my intentions. She starts to shake her head when without any warning, I bend low, putting her pelvis against my shoulder and pick her up.

  “Drew!” She shrieks, both hands leaving my body, “I’m not wearing underwear! Put me down before the entire place sees my ass!” Asshole steps forward like he’s going to challenge me but stops in his tracks; wise move.

  Carrying her through the crowd, I push through the service door, abruptly sliding her down to the floor before backing her into the wall of the abandoned hallway.

  “What the hell is your problem?!” She growls, pulling her dress down. She takes a step like she’s going to leave but I pin her with my arms, resting my hands on the wall behind her shoulders. Her hands go to my biceps as if she could pull them away.

  “I’m a hungry man.” I start, “I bring home a new girl almost every night. I don’t give a fuck how they feel in the morning; I don’t care if they want a second round. I’m straight with them from the beginning; I only want it once. So tell me why the fuck I want you so bad, explain why I still want you.”

  She shifts her weight nervously causing her chest to brush against mine; if I didn’t have the wall to hold onto I might’ve lost that last shred of self-control and ripped that little black dress right down the middle. Licking her lips she speaks slowly, “When you say hungry?”