Chapter 11 Hayden
HAYDEN
She nuzzles into my chest, murmuring something I don’t quite catch as she gets comfortable. I can’t tell if she’s asleep already, or if she’s just pretending, but when her leg hooks over mine and the delicious weight of her thick thigh rests on my cock, every nerve in my body lights up.
My cock hardens beneath her, painfully stiff. Fuck.
“Faith,” I breathe, my voice low and tight with restraint as I fight every muscle in my body and the desperate ache to roll her onto her back, whip her clothes off and fuck her pussy raw.
She doesn’t answer. Her leg shifts just enough to make me clench my fists into the bedsheets.
I shouldn’t be thinking about sliding my hand under her t-shirt. I shouldn’t want to roll her onto her back and show her all the ways I could ruin her for other men. But I do.
And that’s the problem.
She’s not just any girl. She’s Faith. My best friend’s baby sister. Eighteen. Off-limits.
He’s like a brother to me, one who took one for the team and is serving a three-year sentence. He’d kill me if he even knew she was in the same bed as me, let alone rubbing her leg against my groin.
I try to move, to shift away from her body, but she clings to me, her grip tightening.
“Please… don’t go,” she murmurs, half-asleep. Her leg moves again, unintentional but torturous.
My body is on fire. I stare down at her face soft with sleep, lips parted like an invitation, and I remind myself she’s still figuring out who she is.
The devil on my shoulder whispers, ‘She’s legal. She wants you.’
The angel? Silent. Maybe he’s already given up.
Damn it.
Her eyes flutter open, her mouth parting in a way that I want to slip my tongue in and slow dance with hers.
Our eyes lock. Hypnotising amber eyes, the colour of my favourite drink and just as quick to heat my belly like a revved-up engine. She leans closer, our lips almost touching, her warm breath landing on my mouth like a whisper or a promise. “You’re… I thought…”
I suck in a breath. She knows I’m desperate for her. More than desperate. I’m practically drooling in my boxers. “No faith.”
Before I let the devil win, I push her body from my mind, needing some distance, and roll out from under her, padding barefoot to the fridge and grabbing a beer. The hiss of the ring pull is the only sound in the room.
She stirs behind me. “Did I do something wrong?” Her voice is quiet.
I turn, beer in hand. She’s sitting up, wrapped in the duvet, looking at me like I just broke some unspoken vow.
“No,” I blurt. “You did nothing wrong.”
“Then why…?” She looks down at the sheets, her fingers twisting the fabric.
“I’m sorry I thought—” She shakes her head, pulling the duvet tighter around her legs, her cheeks a deep shade of pink and I want nothing more than to go over to her and kiss away all her embarrassment.
Because she thought right. I’m so hard it’s painful and even more torturous that she’s right here in my bed and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
“You don’t have to be sorry.” I take a sip from the can, wishing it was something stronger.
She looks up through her lashes, big brown eyes gazing at me. “Is it my weight?”
“What?” My mouth drops open, chest tightening. She thinks I don’t want her because she’s carrying a few extra pounds.
“I saw the girls at the bar tonight with the rest of the club. They were stunning, with perfect figures.”
“So?”
“I can’t compete.”
I cross the room in three strides and crouch in front of her. “Faith,” I say, voice rough, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. If things were different, I’d have claimed you the minute you walked through the door.”
“Is it because you think I’m a virgin?”
“You shouldn’t be too quick to lose your innocence and you shouldn’t be wanting to throw it away on someone like me.”
“Why not?”
“You should give it to someone who’ll cherish you.
Someone who worships the ground you walk on and wants what’s best for you.
” I lift a strand of hair from her shoulder, wrapping it around my finger before tucking it behind her ear.
My lips hover an inch away from hers. “Someone who can provide for you.”
She flicks her eyes at my lips, then back to meet my gaze. “You just described you.”
My heart splutters in my chest. I know she’s right. Every muscle in my body wants to claim her right here. So many reasons we’d be good together, but one thing stands between us. The club. And my loyalty to her brother.
Her lips twitch with something between a smile and a challenge. “Well, I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
My eyes bulge out of my head. “You’re barely eighteen. You fucking should be a virgin.” I clench my fists. “I’ll kill anyone who’s touched you.”
A smile curves her lips as if she likes this jealous and possessive side of me.
“Who’s touched your pussy? Tell me. Was it Nigel?”
“Ew no.” Her face screws up.
My shoulders relax, but only a little. “Then who?”
“Nobody. I only meant I’ve…” her head dips, her voice muffles. “usedatoobrushbefaw.”
“What did you say?”
She lifts her head. “My electric toothbrush.”
“You what?” I blink. “You fucked your electric toothbrush?” A lungful of air bursts out of me in a laugh, but it’s more relief.
Her head nods. Her cheeks burn scarlet. “I didn’t put it in me. Just… y’know. On the outside to make it tingle.”
Fucking hell. I run a hand over my face. My cock hard as a rock, wanting to give her all the tingles. My lips curve into a smile as I watch her cheeks glow almost purple now, her hands clutching the bedsheets with white knuckles.
More laughter bursts out of me before I can stop it, the tension cracking wide open. “Well, shit,” I say, clutching the cold can. “Guess I know what to get you for graduation.”
She lifts her head, eyes swelling with unshed tears. “What?”
I shrug, acting all nonchalant while I take another sip of beer. “I heard the new sonic pro toothbrush is good. Has five settings, long battery life. Maybe I’ll get you a water flosser too. You can really go to town.”
She bursts out laughing. “You’re such a dick.”
Fuck, I love it when she laughs. I place the can of beer down on the bedside table, wanting to hold her and reassure her that this has nothing to do with her weight or her only sexual experience to be with a toothbrush, but the minute I sit on the bed next to her and gaze in her eyes, full of unshed tears and vulnerability, I lose any ounce of strength I had to resist her.
“Fuck it.” I take her face between my palms and crush my lips against hers. My chest fills with warmth, my stomach tightens, my dick thickening, and my balls drawing up tight.
Her lips part beneath mine, warm and tentative at first, then bolder. She leans into me like she’s been waiting for this—like I’m the first man who’s ever made her feel wanted.
She’s like heaven. The sun on my face, watermelon on a summer’s day and sugar on my tongue. She murmurs, vibrating against my mouth as she deepens the kiss, her tongue sliding against mine, matching every stroke, her little moans like a skylark’s song, lighting up my soul.
I slow it down, brushing my thumb across her cheek as I kiss her again. Softer this time. Deeper. No rush. Just the heat building between us like a fuse about to blow.
I pull back, breath ragged. “Are you sure this is what you want, Sunshine?”
Her chest rises and falls, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes. I want you, Hayden. I want this. I want you to be my first.”
My whole body tightens. I brush a strand of hair from her face, studying her expression. “You never forget your first. You know that, don’t you?”
“Then make it a night worth remembering,” she whispers in my ear, trusting me, and I don’t take that lightly.
“All right.” My fingers stroke between her thighs, over damp cotton. Nipples pebble through her t-shirt and as much as I love seeing her in my clothes, I’m desperate to shred it in two.
I kiss her again, knowing what I’m doing is so fucking wrong, but I don’t want to be right. I pepper her face with kisses.
I tug at her t-shirt. “Take this off.”
She lifts her arms, letting me peel it over her head. My eyes trail down the curves she’s tried to hide—the softness of her belly, the roundness of her breasts, her thick thighs pressed together like temptation itself.
I glance up at an old wooden dressing table. Her back reflected in the large mirror, my fingers outlining every crease. “You’re beautiful.”
She kisses me again. “You’ve already scored. You don’t have to lie to me.” She says it with a smile as if it’s a joke, but I’m not laughing.
“I’m serious, Faith.” With nothing but the light from a bedside lamp, I hold her face in my palms, mapping out every freckle. “Turn around.”
I help her turn towards the mirror above the dresser, guiding her so she’s sitting in front of me.
I tug my jeans off and pull my t-shirt off with one hand, then settle behind her, my thighs bracketing hers, and brush her hair off her shoulder.
“Look,” I whisper. “This is what I see.”
Her eyes flicker up to the glass, uncertain.
I trail my hands over her arms, down to her wrists, gently coaxing them away from where she’s crossed them over her stomach.
She hesitates—then lets them fall.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, watching her reaction in the mirror, loving how her body shivers and responds to me. “I want you to look at yourself in the mirror and see how fucking beautiful you are.”
My hands cup her heavy breasts as if weighing them in my palms. “You have the best pair of tits I’ve ever seen.” I press my mouth to her neck. She shivers as I whisper, “Do you feel that?” I shift my pelvis, letting her know just how hard I am against her lower back.
She nods quickly, cheeks flushed.
“You make me crazy, Sunshine.” I kiss her neck and pinch her nipple, her breath catching in her throat, her body shivering despite being hot to the touch.
My hand slips lower over her soft belly. I run a finger along the creases of her stomach.