Chapter 5 – Grey #2
Even knowing what she was trying to do to us before the night at the warehouse didn’t change anything. If I was in her shoes, I’d have done the same. Hell, I might’ve done worse.
The strap of her shirt slipped off her right shoulder, and she flicked her hair back again, sweeping it to the side, away from her slender neck. So fucking beautiful.
My cock thickened in my boxers, and I pawed it, trying to readjust.
I did say I wanted to talk to her, but maybe talking wasn’t going to fix anything. Apologizing to her with words for earlier wouldn’t mean shit. But maybe I could show her in other ways.
I was thinking with my cock again, a flaw Corvus constantly reminded me I needed to fix, but right now, I didn’t give a flying fuck if this was a good idea. Or if she’d stab me for trying.
“I know you’re there,” she said quietly, her attention still focused wholly on the game. Her neck craned upward to see it. “I’m not going anywhere so you can just go back to sleep.”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” I replied, my voice huskier than intended.
Her shoulders gave a slight shudder that I took to mean I was on the right track, my erection pressing harder against the front of my boxers now, but it wasn’t me who’d be getting his rocks off.
Not yet, anyway, this was an apology after all.
I knelt behind her, and she faltered, getting attacked by a zombie, her health depleting a little before her virtual avatar managed to fend him off.
“What are you doing?” she asked, a note of impatience in her tone as she jammed the attack button on the controller, grunting as she took down another three of them on screen.
I leaned in, inhaling her scent, my nose brushing along the soft skin just below her right ear. “Apologizing,” I replied.
AJ shied away as though I’d tickled her, and I wondered if she was ticklish. Something to explore another time. I slipped a hand around her middle, caressing her ribs before my fingers splayed over her belly.
She let me, at least at first.
The controller went lax in her hands, a horde of zombies taking advantage of her distraction, and she grabbed my hand, stopping its downward trajectory.
“Just let me touch you,” I crooned, and her grip on me held for another few seconds until it relented.
“Why should I?”
“Call it an apology. You know, since words won’t help . I thought this might.”
She hesitated another second, the muscles in her arms swelling as she clutched the controller tight and then set it down.
“No,” I blurted. “Keep playing.”
“What?”
“Bet you can’t keep focus,” I taunted, making it a game. A challenge.
I got the feeling she didn’t back down from those often.
I swore I could almost hear her smirking from my position behind her as she took the controller up again just in time for another zombie to attack. I placed my hand back on her stomach, and she let out a small gasp as I dipped it below the waistband of her little pajama shorts.
“Focus,” I reminded her as my fingers brushed her clit, making her hips buck forward slightly, pressing her sweet cunt into my fingers, aching for more. I rested my chin on her shoulder, sitting with my legs pressed against her, wrapping her in my scent. Marking her as mine.
I shivered internally, her need making my own soar. My cock ached in my boxers, throbbing in time with my pulse as I began a slow circular motion with my fingers, light and teasing.
She made a small moaning sound, and I clenched my teeth to keep myself from jumping her right there on the floor. From tossing the controller out of her grasp and forcing her onto her back.
No. This was about her. Not me.
Not today.
I pushed through her slick folds, finding the heat of her center as I slid in first with one finger, then with two.
Her shots on screen went wide, and she stopped altogether as I added my thumb to the mix, rubbing her clit as I fucked her with my fingers.
“Uh, Uh,” I warned with a tight smile on my lips, pressing them lightly against her neck.
My cock ached inside the confines of my boxers.
I slowed, almost stopping, and she continued playing.
Redoubling her efforts to focus on the game.
“You stop, I stop,” I murmured in her ear, licking the fingers of my other hand before wrapping it around her to join the first below the waistband of her shorts.
I rubbed her clit mercilessly with one hand while I pumped my fingers in and out with the other, gaining speed. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted her screaming.
I wanted her to shatter with my name on her lips.
AJ let out a small whine as I withdrew both my hands and moved to kneel. I grabbed her waist, lifting and moving her until she was seated on the edge of the coffee table.
My knees brushed the soft rug as I found my place in front of her and looped my fingers into the waistband of her shorts to tug them off. She obliged, wiggling her hips with a knot between her brows as she continued her game.
She opened her mouth to speak, but I hushed her. “This means nothing,” I said for her, an echo of our last encounter in the bathroom. It was written all over her expression: how much she wanted this, needed the release, and how much she hated that she wanted it.
I hated wanting her, too. Or at least, I did.
Before.
Now?
I didn’t think there was anything I could hate about her. Not even if I fucking tried.
I pried her legs apart and buried my face in her pussy before she could change her mind and push me away. Her sweet heat coated my tongue and fuck she tasted so. damn. good.
Her thighs squeezed, muscles clenching from the attack of my tongue, little gasping moans stuttering from her lips.
I was good at this, I knew. She got a taste in the bathroom, but today she would get the full experience.
With one hand clenching her hip to hold her in place, I slid the other between her legs, slipping it beneath my chin to join my tongue. I pushed inside, never ceasing the quick flicking motions with my tongue even as I began viciously finger fucking her.
AJ moved, squirming from the pleasure. You’d almost think she was trying to get away with how much she squirmed, but my bruising grip on her waist held her steady. Forced her to feel everything .
She stopped fighting a minute later, instead, grinding herself against me.
AJ fucked my face like a woman starved, and I ate up every fucking second of it.
Increasing the pace with my fingers to match her.
We moved together, every thrust of her hips, every flick of my tongue, every stroke of my fingers, perfectly in sync until the controller clattered to the floor, and her fingers dove into my hair, gripping tighteningly, holding me there with a shout as she came on my lips.
I continued through her orgasm, forcing it to lengthen, making her shudder and twitch, trying to pull away, but I didn’t let her. Not until the violent pull of her fingers in my hair began to soften and eventually to cease.
Only then did I stop, staring up at her with her wetness gleaming on my lips.
She looked down at me with something I couldn’t identify in her eyes.
Heat, but not hatred. The knot never left the space between her brows, not even when she slumped back onto the coffee table, hands going to her chest as it heaved. Utterly spent.
I got uncomfortably to my feet with a grimace, my cock so disgustingly sensitized that even the brush of it against my boxers was like the phantom stroke of her fingers.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, face flushed and slack.
She was so tired.
“Come on,” I whispered, stooping to lift her from the table, slipping my forearms beneath her knees and around her shoulders.
She didn’t protest as I carried her back to bed, setting her onto the soft mattress and drawing the blanket up to her chest.
“Sleep,” I ordered, and her eyes shuttered despite her efforts to keep them trained on me.
She was uncomfortable, but maybe it wasn’t because of me after all. Maybe it was because she knew as well as I did that someone could come in here for her first trial any minute. Or maybe it was something else I wasn’t even aware of.
“I’ll keep watch if you like,” I added on a whim, and she looked at me strangely. Pained almost.
Her gaze flitted to the other side of the bed and for a heart-stopping moment I thought she might draw back the covers, invite me to sleep there with her on the bed. But then she turned away, drawing her knees to her chest without a word.
For a girl who always had something to say, her silence was disconcerting. I didn’t know what it meant. While I cleaned up the evidence of what we’d done in the living room, I tried to analyze it, wishing I could be as perceptive as my brothers.
A key slipped into a lock as I shut off the TV and grabbed AJ’s wet shorts from the floor. I froze, rushing to the edge of the fireplace as the intruder pushed inside.
I’d be damned if I was going to let him ruin her sleep. After how hard I worked to send her off.
I stepped into the wide entry, making my shoulders wide and thick as I lifted my head. “Not tonight, asshole. Leave. ”
“ Um, ” squeaked a very female voice. “I just want to go to bed.”
The small pod light in the entry flicked on, and I reeled back at its brightness, taking in all six feet of Rebecca Hart in a pair of strappy black heels, her hair in disarray.
Her wide eyes zeroed in on AJ’s shorts in my hand, and the erection next to them.
My face heated as I covered it with the shorts, clearing my throat.
“Shit,” I muttered, trying to keep my voice low so I wouldn’t wake AJ. “Sorry, Becca.”
“I texted,” she said, defending herself. “Just like you asked.”
Right. Except I left my phone in AJ’s room.
“All good,” I replied, already moving away. “My bad.”
“Who…” Becca trailed off, her brows drawn. “Who did you think I was?”
Again, my bad. Obviously, AJ hadn’t told her about the trials. She should tell her. Everyone was fair game after all, but it wasn’t my place to do it for her.
“No one,” I told her. “Don’t worry about it.”
I jabbed a thumb back in the direction of AJ’s room. “I should probably…”
Becca’s brown eyes flitted down to my erection and then away. “Yeah. You two have fun. ’Night.”
AJ was going to kill me.
I paused after only a step, a prickle crawling over the back of my neck. “Actually,” I said as I turned back to face her, keeping my voice as low as I could. “If I ask you something, could you keep it between us?”
Becca’s gaze slid to her friend’s bedroom door and back to me again, narrowing. Her jaw clamping tight.
“It’s important,” I urged.
Grudgingly, she pursed her lips. “Depends what it is.”
I stifled the urge to shout, remembering AJ’s twisted face in the woods.
“Did you text AJ earlier today? A little while after last period?”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Answer the question.”
Her throat bobbed. “No,” she finally said after a few beats of tense silence. “No, I didn’t text her.”
Fuck.
“Thanks. That’s all I needed to know.”