Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ARES
I roll over with a pounding headache, my entire body on fire from the beat-down I took last night. Stretching my fingers across the mattress, I search for Ophelia. I want to wrap my arms around her and shove my hard cock between her thighs again.
I want to touch her.
Kiss her.
Tease her.
She’s mine.
I want to tell her how she drives me crazy, but I can’t find her. My hand brushes over the sheet several times before I open my eyes. Of course, she left. I knew she wouldn’t stay until morning.
Losing my first fight founded my ego. Ophelia helped me forget about the brutal beating I took, but I can only take so many hits before it fucking hurts.
Her words cut me deeper than the fight.
What we did last night wasn’t just sex. We didn’t fuck. A few inches of my dick don’t count. But at that moment, when I told her about the loss, I felt connected to her.
I was vulnerable.
And it scares me.
I slide my legs off the bed and drink the water on my nightstand, downing it with a painkiller. My dick is hard, and I have to pee.
Go figure.
So, I head toward the bathroom I share with Apollo, but my brother locked the door. “Open up, Apollo!”
“Wait your turn,” he shouts over the running water.
This house has fifteen bathrooms, so fuck him. Besides, I need to soak in another Epsom salt bath, and our bathroom only has a shower.
Half-awake, I walk out of my room naked, with a blunt tucked behind my ear, and enter Ophelia’s bathroom through the entrance from the hallway. The ample space includes a four-person Jacuzzi tub and a glass shower.
I used her tub last night before she crawled into my bed. My hair was still wet when she ran her fingers through it, tugging on the ends as I licked her pussy.
I grab the box of Epsom salt and add it to the water. After the tub fills, I can pee without hassle and no longer hard. I hear an alarm on the other side of the door. Any minute, my sexy girl will come crashing into the room. So I flush and hop into the bathtub, hoping to catch her off guard.
She left me, and I’m kind of mad at her. Annoyed that she would ditch me after I told her something that fucking mattered to me.
I needed her to stay.
Ophelia may think she’s not good enough because of her body’s shape, but she’s incredible.
A goddess.
Next to my brothers, I’m not as smart or special. I’m the fighter and the fuck-up. Fighting and fucking are the only things I have ever been good at.
Ophelia looks at me like I’m a god. That’s why I told her something meaningful, especially after she was feeling so self-conscious. I want her to know she can be herself with me.
I’m not judging her. Enough people do that already. And I want to tell her that people judge me, too, but for different reasons.
So I get it.
I get her.
Ophelia groans behind the closed door, bumping into something hard. I light the blunt, blowing out a cloud of smoke. The water is warm and feels good on my muscles. They say time heals all wounds, but I don’t know if that’s true anymore.
I lost my first fight.
I’ve been repeating this to myself since I took the final blow. After I woke up on the cold floor, I felt broken. Like I left a part of myself in the ring. But just hearing her voice calms my nerves.
She stumbles into the bathroom a few seconds later, arms raised and yawning. She pads toward me, dressed in black spandex shorts and a thin tank top.
Standing in front of the sink, she scrubs a hand at her tired eyes. She must catch a hint of the smoke from my blunt because she sniffs. And then her eyes meet mine in the mirror.
I puff on the blunt, a plume gathering around my head. “Morning, beautiful.”
Her eyes widen at me. “What are you doing in here?”
I rest my arm on the ledge, and the ash falls into the water. “What does it look like, Little Dragon?”
Ophelia turns around and approaches the tub, nostrils flared. “Why are you smoking weed in my goddamn house?”
“Because I need to relax.” I offer her the blunt. “Take a hit. You look like you can use it more than me.”
She snatches it from my hand and runs it under the sink before chucking it into the trash. “Get out, Ares! I have to pee.”
I point at the toilet that has a door. “Go ahead. I don’t mind. I’m well acquainted with your pussy.”
Furious, she spins on her heels and slams the door. “I hate him,” she mutters to herself. “Fucking asshole.”
The exhaust fan turns on. I can’t hear her cursing anymore. She can pretend to hate me all she wants, but her body wouldn’t respond to me the way it does if she didn’t want me.
Ophelia emerges a minute later, her cheeks still flushed and washes her hands. “Why are you in my bathroom?”
“Because I don’t have a tub and need to soak after a fight.”
She stares at my face as if looking at me for the first time. Then she drops to her knees beside the bathtub and brushes the skin beneath the cut on my forehead. “Ares, what the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me about this last night?”
“It’s not a big deal, babe.” I grip her hip and pull her to me so she’s leaning over the tub, her tits falling out of the top. “You should see the other guy.”
That’s bullshit.
Sure, I fucked up my opponent, but he got the kill shot. Atlas said I was unconscious for a full minute, which I won’t tell her. She’ll only worry about me.
“Ares, this isn’t funny.” Her eyes scan my face, which is slightly bruised and won’t look good in my mother’s wedding pictures. “You should have said something. I would have let you get some sleep.”
“In case you didn’t notice, I wasn’t in the mood for sleeping.”
I shove down her shirt and lick my lips. “I love your tits.”
She lets me massage her for a second before sitting back and yanking up her top. “Ares, I’m trying to talk to you. Stop thinking with your dick.”
“That’s impossible when you’re around.” I run my hand up and down her sides, and she winces. “What’s wrong, Little Dragon?”
“You’re touching me.” She glances down at my hand pressed against her stomach. “There.”
I rub her stomach. “Here?”
She pushes me away. “Stop. I don’t like it.”
I sit up and wrap my arms around Ophelia, dragging her into the tub. A scream rips from her throat as the water splashes her pretty face. The ends of her hair are wet, and she’s so flustered I expect her to punch me.
“Dammit, Ares.” She looks down at her wet clothes, frowns, and covers her stomach with her arms, the fabric clinging to her curves. “I hate you so much right now.”
“No, you don’t.” I hold her against my chest, hating myself for making her uncomfortable.
Now that I understand she’s just as insecure as me, I want to make her feel better. Lord knows I need some ego-stroking.
“How do I help you see that you’re beautiful?” I slide my hand beneath her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Hmmm? Tell me, Ophelia. What do I have to say or do for you to see that you’re sexy-as-fuck?”
“What’s with you and your brothers telling me I’m sexy all the time?”
My eyebrows raise at her confession. “My brothers have been hitting on you?”
She shakes her head. “No, not like you do. Your brothers are more subtle.”
“When I see something I want, I don’t fuck around.” I lean forward and let my lips brush hers. “You’re mine, Ophelia.”
“You can’t claim me.”
“What did my brothers say to you?”
“Atlas gave me the picture he drew of me.” Biting her bottom lip, she grips my shoulders and straddles my thighs. “And Apollo almost kissed me last night.”
What?
Not my brother.
Apollo couldn’t kiss a woman without throwing up. I’ve tried over the years to help with his issues. None of the girls, no matter how hot and willing, were enough for him.
“I’m gonna kill them.”
Ophelia laughs. “Are you jealous, Ares?”
“Of course, I’m fucking jealous. I made it clear you’re mine.”
She doesn’t know I share with my brothers. But I’m a greedy asshole and want Ophelia all to myself.
With our lips inches apart, she stares into my eyes. “Stop saying that. We both know this can only happen in the dark.”
“If it makes you feel better, we can turn out the lights. I need you, Little Dragon.” I slip my hands beneath her wet shirt and inch it up her stomach, but she slaps my hands. “What’s the problem?” I thrust my hips, and my cock rubs her clit over the shorts. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
She nibbles on her lip. “I’ve never let a man see me completely naked before.”
I kiss her neck, my lips trailing to her cleavage. “I want to feel your pussy. I’ll keep my eyes closed.”
“Yeah?” Ophelia sounds excited by the promise. “You would do that for me?”
I shut my eyes, leaning my head on the tub’s ledge. “Take off your clothes, baby.”
I keep my promise and listen as she strips off the sopping-wet shirt and throws it onto the tiled floor. Her shorts are next. And then her panties.
Ophelia gets on top of me again, but I can tell she’s holding back, afraid she’ll hurt me if she presses her weight on me. So I cup her ass in my hands and move her on top of me, even though any pressure on my bruises hurts like fucking hell.
I let out a groan, but she doesn’t notice. She’s too busy moaning to see me squirming each time she touches my ribs.
“Ares,” she whimpers as my cock breaches her folds.
“Can I open my eyes?” I tap my fingers on her hips. “I won’t look down. I want to see your beautiful face.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
My eyes snap open, and she’s breathing harder, chest rising and falling. Her big tits are in my face, and I open my mouth to suck on her nipple. Teasing and tasting her, I give each one love until she grinds against my dick and moans.
Ophelia tilts her head to the side, lips parted. “You think I’m beautiful?”
It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Of course, there’s vulnerability on her face and in her tone, but she looks every bit the powerful, sexy woman who’s become my obsession.
“You’re gorgeous.” I kiss her lips, threading my fingers through her hair as I deepen the kiss. “And sexy. You look hot holding a gun. I like watching you dominate men. No one gets my dick harder than you.”
Licking her lips, she reaches between us and puts me inside her. “You better not be saying that to get what you want.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
With Ophelia on top, she slides down my shaft a few inches, eyes closing as she whimpers, “Oh, God, Ares.” Another inch and her eyes open to look at me. “It’s been a while since I had sex. I don’t know if I can handle all of you. You’re so big.”
Most women can’t take all of me without being in pain, so I’m used to it. Only the real whores can ride my dick the first time like they’re at the rodeo.
Gliding my hands up her arms, I let her take control. “Do whatever you want to me, Little Dragon. Just don’t stop fucking me.”
She moves her hips in a rhythmic motion that matches mine, her tits jiggling in front of my face, taunting me. So I smash them together and lick her skin, sucking and biting her nipples until she’s screaming.
We must be louder than I thought because the bathroom door opens, crashing into the wall. Apollo stands there, dressed in a suit, his breathing labored as he enters the room.
“Ophelia, are you okay?”
He lock eyes with us.
“She’s fine,” I tell him. “Aren’t you, baby?”
Ophelia stills on top of me, paralyzed by the sight of my brother.
I grab her fat ass and squeeze. “Don’t stop, Little Dragon. He can watch or get out.”
Her mouth drops in shock.
I tap her ass again. “Don’t be shy. Ride my dick. My brother likes to watch.”
She has yet to learn how much he likes it or the deal Atlas and I made with Apollo four years ago. He has issues because of something shitty that happened to him. And since we love Apollo, we indulge him—anything to make our brother whole again.
Apollo shuts the door without a word and leans against the wood.
Her eyes flick between us as if considering what to do next.
If she gets up, I might kill my brother.
My dick has been harder than steel since I met her.
And if she doesn’t let me finish, I’ll lose my mind. I can’t keep jerking off onto her tits.
I caress her face to bring her attention back to me. “Show my brother how much of a good girl you are for me.” Then my eyes dart at Apollo, who’s grabbing himself over the front of his black slacks. “Let Apollo see how good you ride my cock.”
A flash of excitement washes over her face. I can tell she’s turned on by having us look at her like a sex object. She’s not used to men wanting her the way we do.
I drive my cock deeper inside her, a reminder to keep going. She moves along with me, her tits bouncing with each thrust. And when her head snaps to Apollo again, he unzips his pants.
Now we’re ready to rock.