Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

22. Horny

Chapter 22

Horny

FRANK

I s this what dying feels like?

I try to breathe in air, but my lungs sound like one of the old junk cars my brother is usually working on. This has to be death… what kind of sick fucking joke is being played on me right now? I know I said I craved that feeling more than air and I meant it… hell, I’m even willing to die for Jessica… but for fuck’s sake, did it have to be so fucking soon?

Because I can’t be sick… I’ve never been sick a day in my life, but today I feel like a grape left out in the sun for a few days.

After I leave class, I sluggishly shuffle over to my brother’s office to see him shuffling papers behind his desk. When he looks up, his eyes goes wide and he cringes.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he frowns and I plop down on the hard ass seat, throw my head back, and sling my arm over my face, depressed.

“I think I’m getting sick,” I groan.

“Well no fucking shit.”

“Shhhh,” I groan, head banging. “You’re too loud,” I mutter shivering.

“Dude, what the hell is going on with you?” Pierce stands, going to the windows, drawing the curtains, and it help my throbbing migraine.

“I don’t know, but when I woke up, I felt like shit,” I murmur.

“What exactly are you feeling?” I hear him shuffle.

“My fucking skull feels like it’s going to split open. My fucking shoulders hurt and my ass bone feels like I’ve fallen and busted my ass several times over. No, fuck that, my entire body feels like it’s being ripped to fucking shreds. It’s torturous. Plus, I have a fever! Me?! A fucking fever!” I utter with disgust, trying to find comfort, but no matter how I sit in this chair, my back and shoulders ache as if burning and my fucking tail bone sends needling pain up my spine.

“I think that’s what some might call the flu, maybe? It’s hard to tell since neither of us have been sick a day in our lives. But some of the symptoms you exhibit seem out of the ordinary. Maybe you should go home for the day. You’re already done with your one class anyway,” he states and I shake my head.

“I’m thinking about it, but I need to make sure baby is good first.”

“She’s a big girl and can handle herself. You don’t need to coddle her,” he snorts and I raise my hand, throwing him a glare.

“Coddling? What the fuck are you even talking about? That’s my fucking baby, man. I’m going to coddle the fuck out of that one,” I cock my head at him and he sighs.

“You’re going to spoil her.”

“Yeah… and?” I shake my head, not understanding where he’s going with this bullshit conversation.

“For God’s sake isn’t she in her twenties? You shouldn’t be treating her like a child,” he frowns and I smile, always happy to talk about Jessica.

“She’ll be twenty soon.”

“I stand corrected, she is a baby,” he scoffs and I glower at him, annoyed.

“It’s not like I’m that much older than her,” I mutter. “I’ve barely turned twenty-three and well… you are rather old,” I chuckle. “I can understand your reservation,” I goad, and his lip curls in distaste, but fuck him and his distaste. He shouldn’t have spoken on my baby in the first place.

“Regardless, you go home. The rest of us will look out for her,” he reassures me, but I shake my head, hating the idea of others taking care of her. I want to be the only one who looks after her.

“She’s my girl. I need to be the one who takes care of her,” I grit my teeth and he sits back, raising a brow.

“Whoa… you’re really into this girl, huh?” He crosses his arms and I narrow my eyes at my brother, who looks like me but with longer hair and a larger build.

“Into is an understatement. She’s my fucking world. We’re locked in for eternity,” I tell him without hesitation.

“This is a change. To think you, of all people, would be ready to settle down before the rest of us,” he cocks a brow and I can tell by simply peeking from under my arm he hates it.

“It’s a shock to me as well, but Jessica is worth a billion of the bitches who are willing to suck and fuck my dick. No… more than that. She is priceless, so there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go just to play around with hoes worth a fraction of a penny.”

“That’s mature of you,” Pierce smirks, and I shrug.

“Fuck being mature. I’m being honest. I’d set the entire world on fire with my family in it for her,” I let him know, pulling my arms from my eyes and he throws his head back in laughter.

“How unfitting of a Metchie. Have you no pride?” he growls and I stand, shrugging.

“Fuck pride when it comes to her. It might as well not even exist,” I throw at him and go to walk off, but I trip over my feet, nearly falling flat on my face but I bump into something.

“Crap!” Even though I know it’s a woman, an immediate revulsion… well, not revulsion but something makes me want to leap back, but I don’t get the chance because I feel Pierce place his hand on my shoulder and squeeze hard as fuck.

I want to wince, though that’s not normal. Even though my brother is strong, it’s nothing I can’t handle. We Metchies fight all the fucking time. I’m talking hard punches to the face, guns blazing, bats, knives, and axes swinging. Nothing is off limits to us. We were known as the little devils in our neighborhood. That’s how much of a menace we are to each other and others around us. A hand being slammed down on the fucking shoulder should be nothing to me, but today, he might as well have stabbed me in the fucking back from the pain that shoots through me.

I shrug him off, holding back the groan as I stand, and I’ve never seen my brother move so quickly to help someone.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Metchie. I didn’t know you h-had company.” The girl looks between us and I look away bored, not acknowledging her, but my brother’s reaction has me rather curious.

“What did you need? I told you to stop coming by.” He shoves his hands into his pockets, curling his lip, but I know my brothers better than anyone. Pierce might be curling his lip, but the hungry look in his eyes as he looks over the admittedly pretty Black girl with short hair as if she’s a piece of steak is telling, to me at least. To the girl he must look like a rabid wolf who hates the world.

“I uhm… I wanted to talk to you about my grade. I really can’t accept this score!” She thrusts the papers against his chest, and I watch my brother gaze down at her with the same eyes I give my baby before he slowly pulls his hands from his pocket hesitantly as if trying to gauge if it’s safe to do so. He looks as if he’d pull her and bend her over the desk.

I nearly chuckle when he stuffs them back inside and turns away.

“Leave. You should be happy with the grade I gave considering you cheated. You ought to be thanking me for even giving you that ,” he grumbles and I finally turn to the girl, interested since she’s got Pierce sweating bullets.

“I told you I only did that once. Please reconsider! I need this scholarship! I’ll do anything. Anything at all. I’m begging,” she pleads and I grin like a devil, feeling better when I can quite literally feel the lust radiating from my brother as his hairs stand on end. He spoke so much about pride, but look at him… ready to risk it all for a mere student…

“I have to get back to my woman. You seem preoccupied, brother,” I chuckle.

“Fuck. You,” he mouths and I snort, skirting past her, a bit lighter. I guess I’ll sleep in my car until Jessica is done with class. I just need some peace and fucking quiet.