Chapter 12
I wiggled around in Andrew’s arms, mad that he’d just scared the crap out of me. His arms were solid, though, and I wasn’t moving.
He pulled me even farther back in the corner and I realized we were in a small room under the stairs. It was some kind of closet space that I would’ve never noticed. It was dark and smelled like cedar, or maybe that was just Andrew.
He backed me into a wall and moved his hand from my mouth to steal a kiss from me that had my toes curling.
His hands braced on either side of my head, he kissed me deeply.
His mouth tasted like chocolate, and it was such a sweet surprise that I moaned as I grabbed at his shirt to pull him even closer.
Andrew swore and kissed down my throat. “What’s in the bag, Cupcake?”
I sighed as his tongue stroked the shell of my ear. Being the sole focus of Andrew’s mouth was heaven. “Stuff.”
He tightened one hand in my hair and pulled my head back so I was staring up at him. “Something special, judging by the bag. Something I’d like to see you in.”
I barely bit back a moan as his thick thigh pressed between my legs. “Andrew...”
He gripped my hip in his other hand and held me still as he moved his thigh. My body reacted hard and fast, my hips rolling to get more of him. He took my mouth in another fierce kiss before leaning back to look at me, even while our bodies rocked against each other. “I missed you.”
Even as pleasure built and a stinging bit at my scalp from his hand in my hair, I smiled at him. “You missed me?”
He growled and worked his hips against me faster. We were essentially dry-humping against a random wall, but it was hot, and I’d missed him, too. Which was insane. “You can’t tell I missed you? You’re breaking every ounce of control I have.”
I bit at his lip when he kissed me, so close to coming undone. “Your control? What about my control?”
Andrew pulled my head back farther and dragged his teeth down my exposed throat. “You have no control in this with me, baby.”
Something about hearing his stern voice broken with desire as he probably left marks on me pushed me over the edge. I cried out as a shocked orgasm flowed through me. It felt stolen and all the sweeter for knowing that I’d broken Andrew’s intense control.
“Quiet, Cupcake, or I’m going to have to give you something to keep you quiet.”
Heart still pounding, I felt like a different woman. A bag full of sexy lingerie on the ground beside me, core still pulsing, I wanted to break his control completely. I sank to my knees between him and the wall and grabbed his belt.
“Fuck, Cupcake, you don’t have to do that.”
I looked up at him as I opened his belt and sent him a smile that felt wicked. “Don’t make idle threats, Andrew.”
Something dark and promising flashed through his eyes, and he finished undoing his pants. He cupped my face in his hand as he pulled his cock out of his pants and growled. “Suck me, baby.”
I tipped my head to the side and raked my tongue over his thumb before leaning forward and stroking the tip of him.
“Jesus.” His dark swear was all the encouragement that I needed.
Never before had I enjoyed a blowjob, but I instantly felt something shift in me.
I grabbed Andrew’s thighs and moved even closer.
Up close, his cock was beautiful. Swollen and a deep red, he looked painfully hard.
I stroked up the length of him and moaned when his hand went to my hair again.
His other hand gripped the base of his cock and held it out to me.
Tasting the lightly salty flavor of his skin, I found that I liked it. I liked it a lot. I licked him again and again, teasing him even as his fingers tightened against my scalp.
“Fucking hell, Cupcake.” He pulled my head back and lined his cock up with my lips and stared down at me. “You’d make a pretty picture like this. I like living art, though. The real thing would be better to look at every day.”
I flicked my tongue over his tip and watched a vein in his forehead stand out.
He was losing control, and I loved the feeling.
Wanting to push him more, I opened my mouth and took his head inside.
A pulse of energy shot down to my core as I sucked on him.
Rolling my tongue around the tip, I hollowed out my cheeks and channeled every blowjob scene I’d ever watched.
I wanted to rock his world. I wanted to shock him stupid.
Andrew pushed more of his cock into my mouth and his fingers released and tightened in my hair as he clearly struggled to stay in control. His husky growl of pleasure was gasoline to my fire, and I sucked harder.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs above us should’ve been a stopping point for me, but I was too far gone. Something about knowing that there was someone that close just took me even higher. I worked more of his length in and out of my mouth until he brushed the back of my throat.
He swore quietly and tried to pull my mouth off of him. One look up at his face and I knew it was because he was close to coming.
I held tight to his hips and worked my mouth over him faster.
The sting on my scalp shouldn’t have been as big of a turn on as it was, but I loved it.
I loved knowing that I was breaking his control.
I slipped and my teeth just lightly raked over the bottom of him, and that was all it took.
His body tightened and he became stone over me as his breath hitched.
Whoever was walking by was closer then, but I didn’t stop.
The first spray of his release hit my tongue and I swallowed without thinking.
The taste of him in my mouth as he came was better than I remembered it being, and there was even something about it that I liked. I’d have to soul search about that at some other point, but at that moment, I was thrilled knowing that I’d made him snap.
The person walked by just on the other side of the dark room we were in, and as soon as they got by, Andrew let out a low growl of pleasure.
I swallowed everything he had and licked him clean while his hand massaged my head and he quietly told me how good and sweet I was.
I practically purred at the praise, feeling proud of what I’d done.
Another thing I’d need to look into about myself later.
Finally, he pulled away and lifted me to my feet. I pouted when he put himself away and shifted, feeling desperately needy for another release.
Andrew wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “You’re in so much trouble.”
I scoffed. “What? No. I’m not. Why would I be in trouble?”
He stroked his finger over my lips and shook his head. “You’re in charge with my brothers and they’re fine with it. You’re not in charge with me.”
I felt myself wanting to rise to the challenge. “I was in charge when your cock was in my mouth.”
Eyes flashing, Andrew gripped my chin and lifted my face to his. “I wasn’t kidding about spanking your sweet ass, Cupcake. You’re asking for it.”
I shrugged, desperately wanting to push him into action. I wanted him, and I wanted him then. “So?”
Reaching down, he cupped my sex through my pants and chuckled darkly against my ear.
“You’re brave now, Cupcake. When I have you bent over with your pretty little ass in the air, you won’t be so brave.
I heard you let Lucas put his finger in you.
I’m going to put a lot more than my finger there.
I want to see your ass red before I do, though. Bright red from my hands.”
I shivered against him as he released me. “Why do I want that?”
He grinned suddenly, his face transformed into something so shiny and happy that it was a little like looking into the sun. It took away all the shadows and edges to his face and left me breathless. “Because you’re perfect for us.”
My heart fluttered. He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant, but it was nice to feel like maybe he did. I swooned nevertheless.
“Have you made a decision about us yet?”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and fed off of his strength. “I’m just scared of what it means if I say yes.”
He kissed the top of my head and held me close. “I’m not going to push you.”
I sighed. “I wish you would. If it wasn’t my decision to make, I’d feel a lot less shitty about it.”
“On another note, I hear we’re having a meeting tonight about what assholes we were as kids?” He pulled back and kissed me. “A long-overdue conversation.”
I nodded. “Do the three of you always gossip like little old ladies?”
That earned me a hard swat to my ass. He gave me a feral smile when I let out a little yelp. “About you? Yes.”
“Are you going to the movie?”
“No. The four of us are going to have dinner in my suite. Dinner and a talk.”
“Oh, yeah?”
He nodded. “Don’t be late, either.”
I pushed away from him and grabbed my bag. “You’re so bossy.”
He caught the edge of my bag and peeked inside. “Wear something from here, too.”
I growled in frustration at him and walked away. There was something extra to my step, I knew. Part unrequited desire and part happiness. “I wear what I want.”
Andrew caught my arm and pulled me back into his chest, just to kiss me so thoroughly that I wasn’t sure where I ended and he started when he was done. Pressing one final kiss to my lips, he gently pushed me away. “Go on, Cupcake.”
I stumbled away in a daze. By the time I got to my room, I was back to myself, though. Feeling stubborn, I tossed the bag of lingerie in the closet and closed the door. I wasn’t dressing up for them when we were going to be having a conversation about why they were assholes to me.
I sighed. I just hoped I could keep it in my pants while we spoke. I really seemed to be having a problem with that.
I told myself that I wasn’t cleaning up for them but that I just needed a bath.
Soaking in the massive tub felt amazing, and it helped me relax and stop thinking so much about what could go wrong.
It kept me from obsessing over every little thing I’d done and every big thing that I wanted to do.
It also kept me from thinking about Macy and what she would feel if she knew what I was doing.
I’d built up a pretty great wall of denial by the time dinner came around and Andrew sent me a text to tell me I was late.
Rolling my eyes at him, I made a point of dressing in my old panties and bra.
Just to be safe, I also dressed in leggings and an oversized t-shirt.
I put on no makeup and pulled my hair into a knot at the top of my head, both an effort to make myself as unappealing as possible.
Only after I’d taken my time and wasted another fifteen minutes did I trail down to Andrew’s door. It opened as soon as I knocked, and Warren pulled me in. He wrapped me in his arms and then stole a heated kiss that left me wondering why I hadn’t put on good underwear.
“War.” Andrew’s voice came from the other side of the room, an amused look on his face. “Talk first, remember?”
Lucas sat next to Andrew, his expression hot as he looked me over. “Are we sure?”
Andrew held my gaze and nodded. “Cupcake is here to talk. We keep our hands, our mouths, and our cocks to ourselves.”
“Says the guy who got his—” Lucas grunted with Andrew smacked him. “Sorry. I said we don’t do jealousy, but I’m jealous right now.”
I rolled my eyes at them and sat at the table across from them. There was a mound of food and my stomach growled when I looked at it. “You can all keep everything to yourself right now. I just realized I’m starving.”
Warren grabbed a plate and started piling things on top of it before pushing it to me. “Eat.”
I grumbled but still took the plate. Fried chicken with mashed potatoes and mac and cheese filled my plate, plus a roll. I was in heaven. I ate several big bites before looking up and finding them all watching me. Instantly mortified, I dabbed at my lips with a napkin and pushed my plate away.
Andrew growled and pushed it back at me. “Keep eating. You’re clearly not taking very good care of yourself. When’s the last time you ate?”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Do you consider what happened in the hallway a meal?”
Lucas groaned. “So jealous.”
Andrew shook his head. “I promised to keep my hands off of you until we had this talk, but you’re going to have a hard time walking out of this room if you keep acting like a brat.”
I laughed, his threat not holding any weight because he couldn’t stop himself from grinning when he said it. I looked around the table at the three of them and sighed. They were all so beautifully handsome and insistent on taking care of me. It was a big change from childhood.
“Lucas said he heard Macy talking to you about how awful we were. It still bothers you?” Warren shifted to face me and tugged at the end of my hair gently.
I bit into my roll and tried to think of what to say.
Finally, I just decided to go with the truth.
“Growing up, I used to practice this speech. I knew just what I was going to say to the three of you. I might’ve still even had a version of it until this week.
Now, I don’t know what to say. I don’t quite understand the change, but this definitely beats the three of you pushing me into a pool and telling everyone that I was diseased. ”
Andrew sighed and rested his elbows on the table. “I’m sorry, Cupcake. We were...wrong, to say the least.”
Warren nodded. “As impossible as it is to hear, some of that wasn’t done with ill intentions.”
I rolled my eyes. “Tell me how telling my entire school that I had crotch gangrene wasn’t ill-intended.”
Lucas sighed. “I’m sorry. That was me. I thought that you were going to get hurt. We knew guys that age. We were guys that age. You were so innocent and sweet. The idea of them taking advantage of you killed us.”