“Connie,” he warns, but gets interrupted by Elizabeth.
“Oh, you look lovely, Connie,” she says as she grabs her handbag, ready to go.
It’s as she says this that both Ruben and I must look up from our beers at the same time, because we both say in unison, “You are not going out dressed like that.”
Her head snaps to both of us. To say she looks unimpressed would be putting it mildly.
“I agree,” Nigel adds.
“Well tough, I’m an adult and I get the final say. I’m not thirteen anymore. If you don’t like it, then you don’t have to come.” With that said, she links arms with her mum and together they leave the kitchen.
The three of us look at each other, a similar look of displeasure on our faces. Nigel and Ruben mutter about what a pain in the arse Connie is before finishing their drinks and following them out. I, on the other hand, give myself a good talking to, because I cannot spend the whole night sporting the hard on I’ve currently got. Fuck’s sake, this night just got even worse.
Fate isn’t working in my favour tonight, because after getting ushered to our table at the restaurant, I somehow end up sat opposite Connie, so I spend the next couple of hours with her unbelievable cleavage basically in front of my face. She is wearing a skin tight little black dress, which is much more revealing than her usual attire. Her hair is pinned up in some elaborate do with a couple of strands hanging around her face that are just begging to be tucked behind her ears, and her make up is dark and smoky. I am very much liking this sexier version of Connie, not that she isn’t perfect the way she usually is. But like this, she is all woman, and no matter how much I tell myself I can’t, I want to touch so badly it’s painful.
We say goodbye to Elizabeth and Nigel after the meal, and the three of us get in a taxi and head towards the club Connie has chosen to start the night in. We are meeting others there, apparently.
It’s been a few hours and I can’t help but feel like this night is going to take a turn for the worse. I don’t know what it is - I can’t put my finger on it, but the feeling’s there. We’ve all consumed a couple too many shots and are out on the dance floor. Ruben has found himself his usual type and is stood practically still while the curvy, willing girl gyrates against him and he shamelessly stares at her overflowing chest. I say that like I’m not doing something similar myself. The only difference is I have no idea what the girl looks like that I’m dancing with, because my focus is solely on someone else, and that someone currently has some dude with his hands all over her and his tongue down her throat. I swear to God I’m mere seconds away from cutting the guy’s tongue off just so I don’t have to see it tangling with Connie’s.
I turn myself and the girl attached to me around to save torturing myself. I try to lose myself in her like I usually would, but my head and my body just aren’t in it. I force myself to look interested, though, because the last thing I need is Ruben noticing my unusual behaviour and calling me out on it. I don’t need him getting any suspicions, not that I think he would. It’s been five years since I’ve had my hands on Connie. Five long years. Nothing has been said of that day for a long time, so I don’t think he has any idea that I’m still hung up on her. Finlay, you’re a fucking pussy still pining after a girl you bedded once and most likely never will again, a little voice in my head screams at me, and forces me to get with the programme.
I slide my hand around the woman’s neck and pull her lips to mine. I nearly change my mind and push her away when I taste smoke on her, but I can’t be arsed to find another willing candidate so I suck it up and carry on. There aren’t many things that will turn me off a woman, but smoking is one of them. When you lose someone close to cancer, it puts things like that into perspective. As always, when I think about this I have to block out the little voice in my head that shouts at me that I smoke a joint on occasion, but I rationalise that is very different to a forty a day habit.
Shouting and a commotion coming from behind us distracts me from the woman. When I turn around to see what’s going on, I push her away from me so hard that she ends up on her arse.
I rush over to Ruben and pull him away just as he’s about to land another punch on the guy Connie was dancing with. There is only one way to piss off Ruben. I’ve never seen him get so angry he wants to hurt people than when someone wrongs his sister. I know it pisses her off, but she should be grateful to have someone who cares so much.
“What the fuck, Ru?” I shout in his ear as I pull him away from the crowd that has gathered. The guy that was with Connie has already run. Pussy.
“His hands were heading somewhere they should never be, let alone on the dance floor of a club,” he seethes.
“Right, couldn’t resolve that any other way than with your fists then, no?” I ask with sarcasm dripping off each word, because now I know what that bad feeling was earlier, and the bouncers are heading this way to announce it.
“Right, you lot, out please. We won’t have any violence in our club.”
“You go and get a taxi, I’ll get Connie and meet you out there.”
I watch Ruben’s back as he follows one of the bouncers out. The other watches as I head back on to the dance floor to retrieve Connie.
“Ruben’s been kicked out,” I shout in her ear.
“For fuck’s sake, why does he always do this?”
“He’s just looking out for you, Con.”
“Great,” she fumes, and starts to storm off in the direction of our spectator.
We’re almost at the exit when I see her begin to go over on her ridiculously high heels. I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve been following her out so I can watch her arse sway back and forth. I rush forward to grab her and stop her from faceplanting the floor.
I steady her and she turns slightly so her chest rubs against mine as she rises. Her eyes lock on to mine and she continues to hold them even once she’s at full height. With her heels, she’s not that much shorter than me. My hands are still on her waist and I feel her place hers on my stomach before they run up my chest to my shoulders.
She continues staring at me, but my eyes drop to her mouth when I see her tongue sneak out to wet her bottom lip. One of her hands continues upwards until it is wrapped around the back of my neck, and when I feel it pull slightly, I’m powerless to resist. I’m frozen still, apart from my head moving towards her, but that’s only because she’s doing all the work.
Don’t do this, the little voice inside me is screaming at the top of his voice. Don’t do it, because one taste won’t be enough. And he’s right, one taste will never be enough. But it’s too late though, because before I know it, I feel her soft lips against mine, and then her tongue is running along the seam of my lips. My mouth falls open without instruction, and instantly her tongue is caressing mine.
Any restraint I did have disappears and I back her up against the wall of the club. I press my whole body to hers and indulge in everything that is Connie.
I want to kill the fucking bouncer when he announces that we need to move it along. Well, that is until I look at him and see that he’s built like a brick shit house. I don’t fancy my chances, so I regretfully pull back from Connie, then step away, putting some much needed space between our bodies.
Fuck.
When we get outside, we discover that Ruben must have stopped on his way out to grab the girl he was with, because he’s dry humping her against the wall of the club. Well, at least we didn’t need to be concerned that he would find us doing something similar.
“Ruben, for fuck’s sake, have you got no self-respect or control?” Connie says, distracting him from his chick. I have to laugh to myself, because after what just happened inside, I don’t think Connie is in any place to comment on Ruben’s behaviour. What’s the saying about the pot and the kettle?
Thankfully, a taxi pulls up and we all pile in. I get the sheer joy of sitting in the back with Ruben and his chosen one for the night. I really wish he’d wait until they got back to
his place to get her well and truly revved up. I really don’t need them bumping against me. I’m already squashed up against the door as it is; I’ve got nowhere else to go.
“Put ya foot down will ya, mate? I don’t need this.” I complain to the driver, who picks up his speed marginally.
My luck is in when the driver pulls in at my end of the village. “Here’s fine, mate, thanks. He’s paying,” I say, nodding to Ruben, not that he even registers I say anything as he’s almost throat deep in the moaning girl.
I realise as I look at them that the reason they are pissing me off so much is because I’m jealous. Our usual MO is that we both hook up then head back to his place with the girls. It’s the perfect bachelor pad: we can do exactly as we please and not worry about parents hearing us. But tonight, I seem to be going home alone, while Ruben gets his fuck on. I really need to blow off some steam. I was worked up enough just from being around Connie all night. I really didn’t need that kiss to make matters worse.
“Bye, Con,” I mutter as I open the car door.
“Bye,” she says sadly. I look back and instantly regret it, because the look on her face tells me exactly how she’s feeling, and I’m pretty sure it’s not much different to the frustration I feel.
Chapter Three
Connie
Present…
I wake to the sound of knocking. The sun is streaming in through the cracks in the curtains, but it’s silent, apart from the birds singing in the tree outside my window. In my sleepy state, I wonder if, like in the movies, someone is throwing stones at my window to get my attention. I chastise myself when I feel butterflies come to life in my belly at the thought that it could be Fin coming to tell me he didn’t mean it and that he wants to fight for us.
I hate myself for it, but I get up and go to look out the window. Disappointment floods me when I don’t see anyone. I walk back over and sit on the edge of the bed when a wave of sickness washes over me, and put my head in my hands. I think back to the one and only time I’ve had a night time visitor knocking on my window.
* * *
Five years ago…
It’s my twenty-first birthday and my bloody brother just got us kicked out of the club. I decided tonight was the night I was going to put Fin behind me at last, and find myself a guy to sleep with. I’m embarrassed to say that I haven’t put myself out there since that day with him. No guy has lived up to my Fin-high expectations. All my friends think there’s something wrong with me, as they either have boyfriends or hook up with different guys on a weekly basis. I, one the other hand, have shied away from any male attention. I hate myself for it, but I can’t get my head out of the past.
So when the guy I’d chosen for the night ends up on the wrong end of my brother’s fist, he runs away as fast as he can. Fantastic!
I stomp off ahead of Fin when he comes to get me so we can leave, pissed off that the only birthday present I can give myself now will come courtesy of my vibrator. Yippee fucking doo!
It’s not until Fin stops me almost falling on my arse in my too high heels that another plan slams into my brain. My stupid, alcohol fuelled brain.
I initiate the kiss and I really think for a few seconds that he’s going to push me away. I saw him watching me this evening with hooded, desire filled eyes; did I really read that look wrong? He soon proves to me that I was right, though, when my back hits the wall and he moulds his body to mine.
I want to scream and stomp my feet like a toddler when the bouncer puts an end to our little moment. I shiver when Fin removes his body heat from me, even though the club is sweating hot in the middle of summer. I reluctantly follow him out of the club and climb in the taxi heading for home. Home alone.
I know I pout all the way home; I can’t help it. All my plans have gone to shit, and it doesn’t help that I have to listen to all the lip smacking going on in the back seat. I’m sure if Fin wasn’t in the way that Ruben would be fucking that tramp on the backseat of the taxi. Fucking whore, my brother.
I barely acknowledge Fin when he says goodbye. I’m too pissed off about how my night has ended. The taxi takes us home, and I have to stand and wait for Ruben to detach himself from the girl to open the door to his place. I’m seriously regretting telling Mum and Dad to lock up and that I’d stay in Ruben’s spare room tonight. I could really do without spending the next few hours listening to these two bumping uglies.
I decide to forgo the date I’d planned with my vibrator. I’m too annoyed to bother. Instead, I peel my dress from my body, slip my nightie over my head and slide under the covers. I don’t even bother taking my make up off. It’ll have to wait until the morning. My head just hits the pillow when I hear something. Presuming it’s just noise from whatever is going on upstairs, I pull the duvet over my head and wait for sleep to take its hold.
After a few seconds, I hear it again, and then again. Realising it’s coming from outside, I get out of bed and head to the window, thinking it’s an animal. We do live on farmland out in the country, after all.
When I pull the curtain back, I can’t help the scream that falls from me.
“You okay?” I hear shouted from outside the bedroom door.
“Shit,” I mutter. Panicking, I shout back the first thing that pops into my head. “Yeah, just seen a spider.”
“You want me to come and get it?” Ruben offers.
“Na, I’m good. It’s…uh…dead?” I say, but it sounds like a question. What the fuck is he doing down here? He should be balls deep in his chosen one by now.
“Okay, goodnight.”
“Yeah, goodnight.”
I go back over to the window and crack it open.
“What?” I whisper.
“Can I come in?” he asks, slightly out of breath.
“Just go and knock the front door like a normal person. Ruben’s in the kitchen, he’ll let you in.”
“I don’t want him to know I’m here.”
My heart starts beating erratically in my chest at what he’s implying.
“Uh, wait by the front door, and when it’s safe I’ll let you in.”
Before heading out to the kitchen to see if Ruben has gone, I quickly look around the room. Noticing that I’ve left a messy pile of clothes on the floor, I grab them and place them on the chair. I pull down the cotton pair of knickers I put on to sleep in, and instead go to put my thong back on that I wore this evening. Much sexier. I have second thoughts, though. If Fin is here for the reason I think he is, then I’ll make life easy for him and give him easy access. I stuff the very unattractive cotton undies in my overnight bag, give myself a spray of perfume, and top up my lipstick. With a final look in the mirror, I head out to see if the coast is clear. I instantly know Ruben is safely upstairs because of the ungodly noises coming from his room. No little sister should have to listen to that! I love that I can’t even dance with a guy in front of Ruben, yet he’s perfectly okay with doing that with me in hearing distance. I can only hope that in a few minutes, my moans of pleasure will drown theirs out.
I’ve barely got the latch pulled back before the front door is being pushed open and Fin is forcing his body inside. He closes it quietly before grabbing my hand and dragging me along behind him until we are inside my bedroom.
Before I know what’s happening I’m backed up against the door and lifted. Fin’s hands are gripping my arse harshly, causing my legs to tighten around his waist. He has a predatory look in his eyes and it causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach and my core to flood with heat. He leans forward and my eyes flutter as I anticipate his kiss. It doesn’t come, though. Instead, I feel his hot breath at my ear.
“This is for tonight only. If you can’t deal with that, then you need to tell me now, because once we start, I’m telling you that there is no way I’m going to be able to stop.”
His deep, lust filled voice vibrates through my entire body. Everything in me knows this is such a bad idea, but I’m powerless to stop it.
He pulls back slowl
y, I presume allowing me some time to think. As if I’m actually able to think around him! It’s bad enough when I’m in the same room as him, let alone being pinned up against a door by his hips. I’m engulfed by his scent and I can feel his thick length against my pulsing core.
Does he really think I’d be able to say no right now?
He’s obviously got more control than I have, if he thinks he could walk away now if I were to say no.
As soon as his lips enter my vision, I slam mine against them.
“Fuck,” he mutters in shock, giving me the opening I need.
When he feels my tongue against his, he growls into my mouth and squeezes my arse even harder, making me moan loudly.
“Quiet. Ruben,” he warns.
Shit, I really need to get control of myself. This is not going to end the same way as last time. I intend for Fin to get out of here in one piece, and if that means I need to bite my tongue, then that’s what I’ll do.
“Fuck. You have no idea how badly I want you,” he groans.
I roll my hips to try to show him that the feeling is definitely mutual. The sensation makes him growl again before we’re on the move. He doesn’t take his lips from mine the entire time.
I expect him to lower me gently to the bed, so I yelp in surprise when I’m dropped.
“Shhh,” he chastises me again. “I would like to get out of this without a broken nose.”
I go to respond, but Fin folds himself over me and starts kissing my neck. I lift my hands to his shirt and try to focus on unbuttoning it. I fumble around with the top few buttons, but my shaking hands struggle with the tiny bits of plastic. I give up altogether when Fin moves down my body and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth through the satin of my nightie.
“Shit, fuck, Fin,” I groan, as my back arches off the bed as I offer more of myself up to him.
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