Chapter Six
Rhys
Cold water hits my bare back and rips me out of a particularly vivid dream I was having of Thayer running down a football pitch.
Some guys dream of their girlfriends naked, I dream of mine kicking a ball around, those long legs of hers pumping, her French braid swinging, a brilliant smile on her face. That easily beats the hottest pornos I’ve ever seen and I’m none too pleased to have been pulled out of it before I could watch her score.
“What the fuck?” I roar, whipping up into a seated position.
Next to me, Thayer is absolutely fucking drenched. Whatever water hit me, it was just cast off from what originally missed her. She sits up slowly beside me, rubbing the liquid from eyes and pushing her wet hair off her face.
“You alright, Silver?” I ask her, kissing her bare shoulder.
“Go back to sleep, Rhys,” a cold voice drawls. “This is between me and your girlfriend.”
My eyes lift to meet Rogue’s. He’s standing next to our bed, holding a now empty bucket by his side.
He and Bellamy are visiting from Chicago and have been staying with us for the past couple of weeks. Although after this Guantanamo-style wake up, he’s getting booked on the first flight back to America, the wanker.
“You’re fucking joking,” I growl. “You’re not still mad about the prank, are you? It’s been two years ,” I point out.
“She made me think my girlfriend was cheating on me, she has to live with the consequences,” he counters.
Thayer groans and lets herself fall back against her pillows.
“Oh my god, Rogue. I have . I took it on the chin when you put toothpaste in the filling of my Oreos, I didn’t say anything when you signed me up for a porn addiction recovery program for fundamentalist Christians, and I smiled and waved when you played a video of me getting ready in the morning—zit cream still on and everything—on the big screen in the Arsenal stadium for tens of thousand of people to see, but this is getting ridiculous,” she cries. “You’re like an escalating serial killer. Any idea when you intend to stop this one-sided prank war?”
“When the memory of that phone call is burned out of my memory.”
“So… never?”
He gives her a thin smile. “That’s correct.”
Thayer sits back up, pointing a long finger at him. “Then I have no choice but to engage. And you’ll regret it, because I’ll involve Bellamy.”
Rogue crosses his arms over his chest, not threatened in the least. “If she’s fair game, then so is Rhys. Think of all the groupies that’ll be tickled pink at the chance to help me.”
Thayer glares at him and jumps to stand on our bed, revealing her very skimpy, very wet, silk pajama set and sending my blood pressure skyrocketing in the process.
“Bellamy!” she calls. “I’m kicking your boyfriend out of my house.”
Rogue turns towards the door just as Bellamy walks in. Taking advantage of the opening and his momentary distractedness, Thayer jumps on his back and wraps her forearms around his throat.
“What the—”
“Just kidding, Roguey. You can never get rid of me, no matter how much of a dick you continue to be. I’m your family now,” she says, stuck on his back.
“Get off me, you animal,” he growls, ripping at her forearms to try to release the hold she has on him. “You’re soaking wet.”
Bellamy starts laughing in the background, enjoying the play fighting happening between her boyfriend and best friend.
She’s the only one.
“And whose fault is that?” Thayer singsongs.
“Get off him, Thayer,” I snap.
Her head swings towards me, her expression startled. She immediately slides off Rogue, dropping down to the floor.
Of our friend group, I’m the jovial, good-humored one, so my severe tone surprises her.
“Ah, fuck.” Rogue straightens, having taken one look at my face. He grabs Bellamy’s hand and tugs her after him out the door.
“What is it?” I hear her ask.
“I give it less than two minutes before they’re tearing each other’s clothes off and I don’t want to be there when that happens.”
“Hey, I’ll be getting you back for this!” Thayer calls after him, but he closes the door behind him without responding.
“No, you won’t,” I inform her. “This ends now.”
“But—”
“I’ll talk to Rogue. He won’t prank you again.”
Thayer reaches for me but I grab her wrist before she can touch me, holding her hand just off of my chest. Her eyes widen. She tries to retract her hand but I don’t let her, instead using my hold to tug her closer to me.
“I don’t like you touching him, Silver.”
“I was messing around. I didn’t want him thinking I was being serious about kicking him out given his abandonment issues. And you know he’s just like another brother to me, even if it’s one sided. The only thing he cares about is Bellamy, so you’re being jealous for no reason.”
Over the past couple of years, the girls and Tristan have integrated into our original trio like life before them never existed. Each of us had experienced loss or struggled with our parents in some way and that common thread had brought us closer together, creating an unbreakable bond. We’d found family in each other and I knew I could trust those seven people with my life.
But that didn’t mean the protectiveness I felt over my girl ever went away with my friends.
If anything, my possessiveness grows stronger with every passing day because so do the stakes involved with potentially losing her. The more indispensable she becomes to my survival, the more the thought of not having her is crippling.
I join Thayer’s other hand with her first at her lower back and use my hold to pin her against my chest.
“All I saw was your wet body against his. He felt exactly what I can feel right now – every single inch of you. Every single inch that belongs to me .”
Thayer shifts and her hard nipples graze against my chest, making me shudder.
“That’s right,” she whispers seductively, pushing against my hold to get on her toes. I let her and she sucks my earlobe. Goosebumps erupt down my neck and chill me. “I belong to you . I don’t need a reminder. There’s no one else I think about or dream about.”
“Dream?” I question.
She blushes prettily. “I was dreaming about you. You were beneath the covers and between my legs. It felt so real.” Her lips twist in a disappointed moue. “He woke me up before you could finish. Or rather, before I could finish.”
Well, well, well. Her dreams are decidedly more X-rated than mine. I love that we’re as equally obsessed with each other, so much so that sleeping next to one another isn’t enough, we have to fully inhabit the other’s dreams as well.
Gripping her hair with my free hand, I use it to tug her head back, opening her throat up to me. She moans loudly when I run my tongue from the base of her neck, up her throat and over the underside of her jaw until I reach her lips.
I hover over her mouth for long seconds. She makes a discontented noise when I keep her from closing the distance.
“I’m here to make your dreams a reality.”
“Best boyfriend ever,” she says with a happy sigh, her eyes closed and a giddy smile stretching her lips.
I stare at her for a few seconds longer because I can never get enough, no matter how much I look. Only when it feels like I physically can’t pull in a breath from how my love for her is suffocating me do I finally close the gap and kiss her.
It’s sweet, at first, and then it’s passionate and needy. I grab her shorts and push them off her hips, then I throw her on our bed. She shivers when her back hits the wet sheets, but I ignore it. I’ll have her body hot enough to burn a hole through the mattress in about thirty seconds anyway.
“Spread your legs,” I order.
Her gaze sparks, her eyes heating at the hungry tone she recognizes in my voice. She does as I ask and I step between them, my hands coming to rest on either one of her knees. They move to the sides of her thighs, softly caressing her as I drop my gaze down to her now wet folds.
A strangled groan leaves my lips as I stare at her perfect pussy.
Mine. Mine. Mine .
I brush my thumb down her slit and she whimpers.
“Mark my words,” I growl, voice hoarse with lust. “I’m going to be the first to put a baby in here.”
“Oh, god,” she answers tremulously.
“‘Oh, god’, yes?” I question. “Think about it—little mini mes and yous running around, calling me Daddy.”
She swallows and arches into my touch, her back bowing off the bed.
“Our very own little soccer prodigies,” she mutters feverishly.
I bend over her body, my fingers continuing to stroke her clit. “We’re going to have to agree to call it football. I won’t have my children referring to it as ‘soccer’.”
“Convince me,” she orders on a gasp.
A smirk pulls at my lips.
“My pleasure, Silver.” I drop a quick kiss on her mouth and then get on my knees between her legs. I run my tongue from her entrance up and suction her clit into my mouth.
She shrieks when she feels my lips close around the sensitive peak. I smack the inside of her thigh punishingly then grin up at her from between her legs, my mouth hovering just above her folds.
“Quiet while Daddy eats his breakfast,” I order.
Her mouth parts in a combination of shock and arousal and I dip back between her legs, eating her out until I put forth a winning argument by making her come to a screaming orgasm.
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