Chapter 20 #2
“Why are you doing this? You’re making it worse,” I demanded, smacking his chest again, but then I was kissing him because I’d obviously lost my fucking mind.
His hand went to my hair to keep me close, and when I moaned into his mouth, he pushed me back onto the couch to kiss me harder.
“No,” he said suddenly and jerked back, my legs wrapping around him tightly when he tried to stand.
“Please,” I begged, tears falling from the inner battle I was having with myself. I shouldn’t want his hands on me, but he was all I could fucking think about.
Was this hate, or lust? I couldn’t tell the two apart when it came to this man.
“You don’t want this,” he said sharply, regret all over his face as he cupped the side of my face to wipe my tears with his thumb. “I can’t hurt you again.”
“We can hate each other again later, right?”
“You’re crying, Aurora.”
“You’re the last person that touched me,” I choked out, making him pause.
“You haven’t—”
“What if it hurts and I freak out? What if they question me? What—”
“Hey, you’re okay,” he murmured, leaning closer to kiss me softly this time.
My body heated as I ran my hands over his chest and abs, making him pull back just enough to look at me.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” he said softly, going back to kissing me as his hand slid below the waistband of my sweats. It was a little bit uncomfortable, and when I winced, he noticed. “This is a bad idea. What are we even fucking doing?”
“I just want to be okay again,” I answered, hating how pathetic that sounded. “I wanted you, but I hated you. Now every time I look at you, all I can think about is how you broke into my fucking house and—”
“Shh, you’re fine. You’re so fucking strong, and I kind of hate that about you,” he joked, making me scoff.
“I’m not fine. The second I fuck one of the others, they’ll know something happened. Are you clean? Should I get tested?”
“I’m clean,” he confirmed, reaching out to tug at my sweats. “Take these off.”
“Why?”
“Let me look,” he insisted, and I eyed him for a moment before lifting my hips to let him pull them down my legs. I parted my legs more as he carefully looked me over, a shudder rolling through me as his finger gently ran along my pussy. “Does that hurt?”
“No, it’s just uncomfortable.”
I hadn’t expected him to lean forward and run his tongue along my pussy, and when I flinched automatically when I expected more discomfort, nothing happened. It felt nice.
I wriggled my hips to encourage him, and my breath hitched as he did it again, swirling his tongue around my clit.
His hands slid under my ass to tug me forward more, and then he buried his tongue deep in my pussy and made me groan.
“Fuck, like that,” I mumbled, closing my eyes as my entire body relaxed into the couch.
“Rory,” he started, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, not looking down at him.
“Shut up and keep apologizing like this.”
He growled, making me shriek as he sucked on my clit. He didn’t push a finger inside me, only using his tongue as he brought me closer to climax, and I ground against his face to ride it out when it hit me, my whole body shaking.
I yanked him up my body by the hair, and he came willingly as his mouth collided with mine. My hands grabbed at his towel, and a curse left him as I managed to get it off him to grasp his cock in my hand.
He seemed hesitant, but he didn’t stop me as I shuffled along the couch and pulled him on top of me, my body screaming for him. A whimper escaped my lips as he kissed me into the couch, his cock pressed against my pussy as he pushed my legs apart more.
“You sure?” he asked, grabbing my jaw and pulling back when I didn’t answer. “Killer, I need to hear what you want.”
“Fuck me,” I panted, tensing slightly when he reached between us to push inside. “But can we be slow?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” he promised, going back to kissing me as he very slowly started pushing inside me. Some of the panic hit me, and he held my gaze, his voice soft. “Look at me. Tell me to stop, and I will.”
He meant it. I knew without a doubt that if I told him to stop, he’d get dressed and take me home without question.
I rolled my hips, causing him to sink deeper inside me, and then he was thrusting all the way in, my back arching and a moan leaving me as his mouth found mine again.
It was the opposite of last time, all soft and slow as he took his time with me, my arms wrapping around him to keep him close.
And then he was lifting me and carrying me into his bedroom, pulling out of me to feast on me again.
I was a squirming, sweaty mess by the time he started fucking me again, and I begged him to fuck me harder as an orgasm drew close. He was as lost in me as I was of him, his body slamming into mine as I cried out, my nails slicing his back as his teeth found my neck.
I almost came again when he growled my name as he spilled inside me, his thrusts slowing as he rode it out.
“You good?” he asked almost instantly, a chuckle leaving me.
“Yeah. You?”
“Could be better. Maybe we should do that again to check,” he mumbled against my neck, his lips trailing over the tender skin from where he’d bitten me.
There was a bang on the front door, panic filling me. Was it one of the guys?
It wasn’t like I’d cheated on them, I was casual with them too, but why had it felt like that?
Slash cursed and got to his feet, grabbing some boxers and sweats before going to check, and I quickly got dressed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door so I could clean up while I hid.
Why the fuck was I hiding?
“Where the fuck is she?” Skeeter’s voice snapped, making me wince.
How did I explain why I was here? It was barely seven in the fucking morning.
“What are you doing here?” Slash demanded as footsteps stomped through the house, and I jumped when the door handle rattled before there was a bang on it.
“Aurora?”
He’d only kick the door down if I stayed quiet, so I flushed the toilet and unlocked the door, opening it with a frown. “Yes?”
Relief washed over him at seeing me in one piece, and he yanked me closer to inspect me.
“What did he do to you?” he asked in a surprisingly gentle tone.
“Nothing, why?”
“Caden said you went for a walk and he didn’t know where you were, so I tracked your phone. You’ve been here for hours. I thought he’d kidnapped you,” he hissed.
Slash sighed, managing to look a little bit embarrassed. “I can explain that. I apparently got really fucking drunk and showed up at her house in the middle of the night. She drove me home. I was about to make some coffee so I could take her home.”
Skeeter looked at me to confirm, and I nodded. “I drove his car and didn’t have shoes or my keys, so when he passed out, I was kind of stuck here.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” he demanded, and I shrugged.
“He could barely stand. I’m pretty sure I’m capable of fighting off someone who’s that drunk.”
“You spent the night?”
“I glared at him for the past five hours while he slept, yes,” I answered, his attention going back to Slash.
“Why can’t you leave her the fuck alone? Haven’t you done enough?”
“We’re good. Right, Donovan? Had a nice long chat this morning. We can coexist without either of us dying,” Slash smirked, walking towards the kitchen. “Going forward, we’re going to be friends.”
“Like fuck,” Skeeter growled, grabbing my hoodie and yanking it up to show my bruise. “Did you fucking do this to her? Holloway said she won’t tell him who, but I’d bet money on it being you.”
I tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let go, and Slash looked like he wanted to be sick.
“I don’t think I did. When did that happen?”
“It wasn’t Slash,” I gritted out, forcing my hoodie down to cover the bruise. “I told Caden I got in a fight. I handled it.”
“Did you fight a brick wall? That’s a serious bruise,” Slash muttered, still looking at me with uncertainty.
“No, just a bitch fight, nothing serious. I’m glad we’re besties now, bossman. I’ll send your friendship bracelet in the mail,” I scowled as I stalked past, leaving Skeeter no choice but to follow me as he threatened Slash one more time on his way out.
I climbed into the passenger seat of the McLaren, having two seconds of silence before Skeeter got behind the wheel and turned to me, his voice low. “What did he do this time?”
“Nothing. He was really drunk, that’s all. Why are you so paranoid? I’m fine.”
“Paranoid? He’s fucking threatened you again and again. He locked you in a room with your rapist, remember? You’re calling me paranoid when a man who wants you dead shows up at your house in the middle of the night and you hang out with him until morning?”
“Isn’t this a good thing? We’re going to get along better now, which means you and him won’t fight so much. I mean it, Skeet. It was a good talk, things will be different now,” I promised as he started the car.
“He’s not your fucking friend, so don’t think for a second that you’re safe around him,” he warned, reversing out of the driveway and heading towards my place.
He seemed to calm down once on the road, his hand moving to my thigh after a few minutes, and he blew out a breath before glancing at me.
“I have a bunch of shit to do today, so I have to drop you off and go, but I’ll try to stop by later.”
“You don’t have to.”
“No, but I want to,” he said firmly, squeezing my thigh a little. “Stay out of trouble for me today.”
I nodded, taking his hand and threading my fingers through his. He surprisingly let me, and we sat in comfortable silence the rest of the drive home.
Caden looked pissed when he walked out to meet us, but Skeeter waved him off. “She’s okay. Slash showed up drunk so she took him home. They’re apparently besties now.”
“He didn’t hurt you?” Caden asked as I walked towards him, his hands instantly going to my waist to pull me closer.
“No. We had a long talk this morning. It was good,” I answered, looking over at Skeeter. “Stay safe today.”
He nodded, waiting for Caden and I to head inside before he drove off.
“You and Slash are friends now?” Caden asked dryly as he led me into the kitchen, motioning for me to sit at the table.
“No, we just talked things over and made a truce,” I explained, not particularly wanting to go into detail when I wasn’t even sure I understood it. We weren’t going to sleep together again, but something had definitely shifted between us this morning.
“That’s good, I guess. Hopefully he’s not playing you,” he sighed, clicking his fingers and making me scowl.
“The staff aren’t dogs, Holloway. If you want something, go get it.” Breakfast and coffee appeared a second later, and I thanked the staff while glaring at Caden, who acted like they didn’t exist. “I can’t believe I fell for someone like you. You’re everything I hate.”
“My dick’s just that good,” he smirked, reaching for his coffee to take a sip.
“And you’re so humble about it too,” I deadpanned, taking a piece of buttered toast from the plate in front of me. “I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note. I just wanted to get him home.”
“Try not to make a habit of it. I thought someone had taken you again when I woke up to find you gone and the cameras not working. Next time don’t lie to me.”
I had no idea what had happened to them, but I hadn’t even thought about what could’ve happened if they’d been running properly. My entire conversation with Slash would’ve been recorded.
Josie’s heels clacked on the floor as she entered, eyeing me. “Why aren’t you ready for school?”
“Uh, I just got back from a walk,” I said carefully, her eyes dropping to my bare feet.
“Uh-huh. Well, make sure you get ready and get to class on time. I’ll be checking,” she warned, grabbing her coffee to go and leaving, making me groan.
“I only slept for a couple of hours.”
“You can nap in class. C’mon, eat up,” he encouraged, pushing a plate of pancakes in front of me.
I picked at the food until he made me head upstairs to shower, and once I was ready, we headed out to our cars and I followed Caden to school.