Chapter 18
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Bru
“Bow… Hey, Bow, wait!”
Bow’s hands were moving quickly, packing up her stuff on the quad.
She’d started once I called her name.
She’d clearly been studying, but one word from me got her moving. She’d also been ignoring my texts over the past few days. I wanted to talk to her about what she walked in on between Wells and me. I wanted to talk, but she’d been avoiding me.
This was confirmed with the way she turned into the Road Runner the moment she heard me call after her.
She was on her feet by the time I made it over to her, her book bag slung over her arm.
Her face was red, and even though she clearly heard me call her, she gazed down and darted in the opposite direction.
She attempted to sprint away in her little skirt, a skirt that swayed and exposed her legs in ways I certainly hadn’t noticed before she kissed me in my car.
I did now though. God, did I know, and I felt like a perv. Her brother was my friend, and I definitely hadn’t told him the thoughts I had about his little sister lately. I couldn’t help it considering the last time I’d seen her. Her hand down her nightshirt…
“Bow.” I cut her off, and her eyes flashed. They sparked huge, her cheeks rosy, flushed. I shouldn’t have scared her though. She knew I’d been behind her. I posted my hands on my hips. “We need to talk.”
About so many things. She’d obviously walked in on Wells and me, but there was also that other thing. She’d been touching herself that night while watching us.
And I definitely wanted to talk about that.
My mind hazed thinking about the way she looked, intrigued and turned the fuck on.
She’d been embarrassed, yes, but it hadn’t bothered her seeing me with someone else.
In fact, her expression matched similar looks women had when Wells and I had threesomes.
Sometimes things would get… intense between Wells and me and the women we were with always enjoyed all three of us together.
Bow had sported a similar look, but I wasn’t trying to think about those girls. In fact, the very thought about doing what Wells and I did with someone else made my stomach knot. The girl wouldn’t have Bow’s deep blue eyes, or the sweet flush of her skin. It looked so sweet, smelled sweet...
Bow started to cut around me, my mind going to really fucking inappropriate places. This was Thatcher’s sister, and there needed to be some respect there. That respect went quadruple for Bow herself. She was my friend and deserved that.
I got in front of her again. “Bow, please—”
“No, Bru.” She skittered away, then gazed around for some reason. It was like she was looking for someone. She pushed some of her curls out of her face that had fallen from her normally tight bun. I had her completely frazzled, and I hated that. She huffed. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
Like hell.
I cut her off again. This time, I folded a hand behind her and guided her behind a tree. We were going to have this discussion whether she wanted to have it or not.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” I said, out of breath and honestly frustrated. I didn’t understand why I was fucking out of breath when all I did was jog across the quad to talk to her. I worked out like a lot but my heart was basically charging a million beats a minute right now.
It only picked up its beats when I looked at her.
She had a flush across her chest that matched the one in her cheeks.
I was crowding her because I didn’t trust her not to leave now that I had her in one place.
This meant I essentially had her pinned up against a tree, and though I shouldn’t be looking at her chest, her breasts, they were right in front of me.
The top two buttons of her white blouse were open, which meant I could easily see how ample her chest was, supple.
Bow was a tiny girl but the swell could easily fill my hands.
Fuck.
She was noticing me too. Or at least was aware of me. She gazed at my chest too, my pecs rising and falling with heavy breaths. I wore a Pembroke sweatshirt but how clearly she excited me could easily be seen.
I closed the distance. “We need to talk about what you saw the other night.”
Her lashes flickered. I’d told myself I was going to approach Bow today to make sure she was okay. The situation had been awkward. It was awkward for me because I still didn’t know what happened that night between Wells and me. He wasn’t talking to me either. I’d sent him several texts.
I just knew Wells had clearly been in his head that night. Something got him riled up and the two of us ended up fucking again. I didn’t want to do it. I was tired of that fucker playing with my emotions.
But I wanted him. I wanted his weight on me, his heat. I wasn’t normally about submitting when it came to sex, but with Wells, that was what I wanted. I didn’t want to feel so strong. I wanted my walls broken down. I wanted to be vulnerable.
It was different with Bow.
With Bow, I wanted to be her force of safety. I wanted to be a safe space for her vulnerability, and it was so confusing. I wanted to be both things, and I felt like a selfish asshole because how could I want two very different things with two very different people?
But then I saw Bow that night. I saw her watching us, and something eased inside me. Like it was okay to want both, have both.
Bow’s lips parted. “Bru—”
“Wells and I started fucking at parties,” I said, getting right into it. Bow’s eyes flashed. I nodded. “It started with partners… a woman between us.”
I studied her reaction to that. I watched the breath leave her red lips at a rapid pace and the muscle in my chest kicked up more beats.
“Eventually, we forgot about the woman,” I continued, getting even closer to her. “It started just being about us. It was a nice release after everything that happened in Europe.”
That was how Wells got me to go to sex parties. He knew I was caught up in my head about being kicked out of school.
“So he is the someone else you were talking about,” Bow said, and I nodded again. Her face got even redder. “You like him.”
“I love him,” I said, not beating around the bush. Bow’s mouth parted, and I swallowed. “I do, which is why this confuses me.”
“This?”
I touched her mouth, just a brush of my knuckle, but it was enough to send a weakness to Bow’s knees. I knew because she wavered before pressing herself against the tree, and she gasped when I parted her lips with that same knuckle. “Our kiss, Bow, was just as intense. Just one kiss from you was…”
Her mouth opened wide for my finger, spreading, and my cock twitched in my jeans.
My jaw moved. “That one kiss from you in my car was just as intense as what I experienced at those parties, Bow.”
Which was crazy to me. Wells and I had a lot of hot fucking sex, but one kiss with this girl got me in my head.
One touch.
My hand touched her throat. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to feel the column of her throat and how I affected her.
She didn’t disappoint. Her swallow was so hard and that got me hard, which was so fucked up. This was my best friend’s little sister.
And somehow that didn’t matter anymore.
“I know you saw us together, Wells and me,” I said, my chest brushing hers now, and I was happy that I got her behind this tree. I didn’t want anyone else privy to this moment. My thumb touched her throat. “Did that bother you? Seeing me with someone else?”
She kissed me and I assumed that meant she had feelings for me. If so, her seeing me with someone else should bother her.
It didn’t look like it bothered her. In fact, it very much looked like she’d enjoyed it.
“It didn’t,” she said, but her voice was so small. She didn’t look like she wanted to admit it and maybe even felt some shame. She shouldn’t. There was nothing wrong with being into watching two people together, and it was definitely possible to be into more than one person.
My thoughts went back to earlier that night, when the three of us had been dancing. It felt right, and I didn’t think I was the only one who felt that way. I’d seen how Bow looked at Wells the night he talked her down off that ledge.
It’d been the same way he looked at her.
I didn’t get to respond to what Bow said. I was grabbed from behind, and, in the next breath, I was on the ground. A fist came out of nowhere and slammed into my cheek so hard I tasted metal. A second fist hit my head and an amplified ringing hit my ears.
It wasn’t as loud as Bow’s scream.