Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Bru
Wells called out, and it jolted me from my sleep. He was thrashing on Bow’s futon, and I got up off the floor. Bow had set up a makeshift bed for me there.
“Breathe, goddammit! You have to. You have to…” Sweat lined Wells’s brow, and he gripped the blanket that’d been covering him. Bow had given that to him too. Wells sucked in a breath. “If you die, I’ll die. I swear to God...”
An ache hit the guy’s voice, and it ripped its way through me. I’d never seen him like this. I shook him. “Wells?”
“Please, wake up. Please!”
I shook him harder. “Wells!”
Wells jolted awake, and I thought he’d punch me in the jaw since he’d woken so violently. The color drained from his face. Wells gazed around. He looked panicked or in some kind of crazy daze.
I squeezed his arm and my hand came away damp. His cut-off tee was drenched as well around the neck. I ignored it, searching for his eyes. “Wells?”
His green irises focused on me, and right away, he sighed. It was like seeing me brought him some kind of relief.
I wouldn’t let it affect me that my presence did that. I couldn’t get wrapped up with him like that again. Things had been bullshit between us for weeks.
“Bru,” he said, and didn’t call me the kid. He didn’t call me anything else at all.
He just kissed me.
I froze, his masculine scent filling my nose, and the next thing I knew, he was messing with my sweatpants. He managed to get a hand inside, and I pulled that shit right back out. I shoved his hand away. “What are you doing?”
Ignoring me, he shoved me down to the floor. His mouth returned to mine, and it was just like that day he came onto me at our house. He was all anger, all heat, and I winced just like I had the last time this happened. This shit hurt like a son of a bitch.
“Stop,” I gritted, my heart racing, but then he bit me.
Groaning, I felt the heat rush to my cock the same time I got a hold of his shirt to push him away.
This wasn’t right, and I wasn’t going to let him do this shit to me again.
I only joined in on his study sessions with Bow to see what was going on with him and her.
He acted like he hated her, but he didn’t that night she was on the balcony.
In fact, the only other time I’d seen him that scared was right before I woke him up tonight.
“No,” I growled, forcing him back, away. It took effort, and even though I was stronger than him physically, that didn’t matter. Mentally, this asshole had me in a headlock.
He wasn’t the only one.
How quickly I took up Bow’s invitation to come to her house tonight and definitely used her brother as an excuse.
Yeah, I probably would have been able to hear Thatcher and his girlfriend fucking, but a set of earplugs could have corrected that.
I lived in a house full of dudes who had serious girlfriends.
Having a good set of earplugs was a given.
I took Bow up on her invitation because I wanted to be close to her, and I also didn’t want Wells around her.
For some reason, I got territorial seeing them together.
I think it was because I did know they were friends, and it didn’t matter whether Wells passed that off or not.
I saw the way he looked when he had his hands on her tonight.
Technically, it had been my hands, but I merely felt like a conduit.
Like he was touching her through me, and the heat that backed his eyes confirmed that, the way he stared down at her…
“Don’t let go… Hold her steady, bro… Just like that…”
Wells had said similar things while we were in bed with a woman. He told me what to do, how to treat a partner and how to fuck her within an inch of her life. He did that so beautifully. We did that together.
“Don’t let go of her. Guide her…”
There was something… happening, and it wasn’t just between Wells and Bow, Bow and me, or even Wells and me.
It was us. All three of us because the heat in Wells’s eyes only ignited when it returned to mine.
Honestly, I thought he’d punch me after seeing how being so close to Thatcher’s sister affected me.
He’d do that on behalf of Thatcher whether she annoyed him or not, but that’s not what happened.
Wells’s grip on my hands increased. Like he didn’t exactly mind I was touching our best friend’s little sister.
It didn’t make sense.
My confusion about his actions only outweighed the confusion about my own.
When the evening started, I didn’t want Wells having anything to do with Bow.
I was into her, and I was jealous of Bow’s history with Wells for some reason.
I wanted to be her fucking friend, but in the same thought, I also wanted Wells.
It was so fucking confusing, but when the three of us were dancing together tonight, it wasn’t. It’d all felt natural.
It felt right.
It felt just as good as Wells Ambrose shoving his tongue down my throat now, but I couldn’t do this with him. I couldn’t let him do this to me, not again. I gripped his arms, attempting to shove him off me.
“Don’t fucking fight me,” he growled, his tongue flicking mine, and I groaned.
He also returned his hand to my sweatpants.
With a skilled hand, Wells felt me up from the outside and a charged noise left my throat.
My head rolled back into Bow’s rug, and I felt so fucking weak. Wells gripped my jaw. “Let me own you.”
Why was I? Why did I let this dude get to me every fucking time?
Fighting his draw, I reared back. My fist connected with his perfect jaw, and he bit my lip before separating from my mouth. The immediate taste of metal filled my mouth, and Wells laughed upon seeing it before crowding me and tasting the blood himself.
Fuck.
“No.” His hair was in my hands, but I wasn’t pushing him off me anymore. My hands were embedded in his scalp, but I wasn’t pushing him away. Why wasn’t I pushing him away? “Wells, I swear to God…”
My threats were empty because when his chin dipped, I let him pepper kisses across my jaw, then my neck. His hand slid into my sweatpants, and my back instinctually lifted off the floor.
“Please,” he said, all laughter in his voice gone.
He was begging me, and Wells Ambrose didn’t beg.
His teeth sunk into my neck the same time his relentless fist got a hold of my cock.
He pumped, and I immediately swelled inside his grip.
I didn’t want to be affected by his touch.
I just couldn’t… help it. He pressed his mouth against my neck.
“Bru, I need to fuck you. Please let me.”
Again, Wells never pleaded with anyone, and definitely not me. In actuality, he typically got off on being able to control me.
I felt like the one who was in control in this moment, and that ache his voice had when he’d been sleeping, dreaming returned. He sounded like he needed me and not whoever he was thinking about in his dream.
He sounded like he wanted me.
“Fuck,” I gritted, completely giving in when I grabbed his face. I forced him closer, and he kissed me harder, deeper.
“Shit,” Wells ground out and somehow we both ended up back on the futon. I didn’t know who grabbed who but we both ended up falling on it.
The legs buckled.
I thought that shit would seriously break with both of us on top of it.
We quickly became a sea of dueling tongues and aggressive kisses.
Wells lost his shirt, and we collided against each other like crashing waves.
We were two tsunamis fighting for dominance, and there was nothing like kissing this guy, fucking him.
I’d always known I’d been into guys as much as girls, but I’d never been with any guys until I’d gone overseas for college.
I had a few male partners here and there, but it was different being with Wells.
It felt different.
I tried not to think hard about why it was, the emotions I felt, the feelings. I just let Wells turn me over and tug down my pants.
Yes.
Wells spit into his hand first. Then he shoved his cock to the hilt inside me. I bit my arm to keep from calling out, and he bit my neck.
Fuuuck.
Wells’s hips slammed against me, relentless as his dick when it drove into me with piston-like precision.
He grabbed my throat, his other hand on one of mine to keep his momentum, and I had both hands on Bow’s futon just to keep us upright.
It was so fucking fucked up we were doing this on Bow’s couch, and I didn’t even want to do this.
I didn’t want Wells, and I definitely didn’t want to do this with Wells.
Tell my body that as I let him fuck me. Tell my balls that as they surged and my dick felt on the cusp of unloading. I fought hard not to touch myself, to give in.
“Come on, Bru. Let me fucking own you, bro,” Wells taunted. Releasing my neck, he fisted my dick, stroking and playing with my balls. He bit my neck. “Give in.”
I grabbed the closest thing I could find. That turned out to be Wells’s shirt because there was no way I was letting this dude make me come all over Bow’s couch. I also wanted some fucking payback after he tossed me a box of tissues last time we were together.
“Fuck, Ambrose. Fuck.” I bit my arm, filling his shirt with my cum. My eyes rolled back as I unloaded, and at the same time, Wells’s momentum picked up. His hips slammed into me once, then twice before he filled my ass.
“Yes,” Wells said, his dick surging inside me.
I shook while he did, so fucking full before he pulled out.
His cum dripped out of my ass, and I felt him push it back in.
He even parted my ass cheeks to do it, and I wanted to turn him around.
I wanted to own his ass. He kept making me the bitch in more than one way.
His forehead touched my back. “God, Bru…”
He sounded so much like he needed that, like being with me did something for him, and that made me feel more than pathetic. I’d given in again.
I started to push Wells off me, to say fuck this guy, but he got off me first. In fact, he shoved me away from him, a curse under his breath.
I glanced up and froze.
We weren’t alone.
Wells and I probably hadn’t been quiet. I’d been doing what I could by biting my arm and had the welts to prove it but that obviously hadn’t worked. Bow was standing in front of us now, behind the futon.
Our best friend’s sister was in her nightgown. It was sheer and an outline of dark circles were beneath. I’d never seen Bow’s nipples before, the peaks like Hershey kisses…
Bow’s face drained of color. Her dark hair was down over her shoulders. The waves actually intercepted with her arm because her hand was inside of her nightgown. She had a pinkie on the edge of one of her areolas.
Like she’d been touching herself.
A face that had been drained of color suddenly had so much. Bow’s flashed the tint of a fire hydrant before she rushed away. Somewhere in her dorm, a door slammed. Then Wells was moving too.
“Fucking, fuck. Fuck,” he growled before working his pants up. I blinked, still in shock by everything, but once that faded a little, I managed to get my pants up too.
What the fuck just happened?
Neither Wells nor I talked about it. We just got ourselves together and I barely had my pants on before Wells was out of Bow’s dorm. The front door slammed with a snap behind him, and he hadn’t bothered to put his shirt back on. I guess I didn’t blame him.
It was filled with my cum.
Christ.
Grabbing his shirt, I took it with me to the front door. I shifted back and forth on my feet. I was at war on if I should go check on Bow or not.
In the end, I opted to leave too. Though, I didn’t do so as dramatically as Wells. Bow’s RA was probably aware of enough noise coming from Bow’s dorm without me adding to it.
Goddammit.
After closing the door softly behind me, I headed back to Legacy House.
I guess I’d be sleeping there tonight and didn’t regret not talking to Bow before leaving.
I didn’t want to make things more awkward for her than they already were, and I knew why I’d chosen that option the longer I thought about it in my own bed that night.
It wasn’t just that Bow had walked in on Wells and me together.
I mean, that was embarrassing, but then there was what she’d been doing watching us.
I saw clear as day what she’d been doing.
And it affected me just as much as seeing my best friend’s little sister’s tits in a nightgown.