28. Everest
I f there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last month, it’s what my girl looks like after she comes.
Which means the second I lay my eyes on her, I know that fucking prick has touched what’s mine.
Roger is idling by the curb, the bouncers glaring at him for parking there, but as I lean against the side of his car, all I can contemplate is smashing my best friend’s face into the fucking hood.
I’d even tip him extra for the fucking damage and cleanup.
I inhale deeply on the cigarette in my hand, willing my anger to dull inside of me, but of course that cocky prick has to stoke the fire.
“Something on that eidetic mind of yours, Monroe?” Griffin drawls, as he walks toward me like the fucking cat that got the cream, and my knuckles flex with the need to make him fucking bleed.
Taking one last drag on my cigarette, I stub it out and fling it to the ground, before rising off the side of the car. However, before I can even open my mouth to answer him, Aurora is there in front of me, her hands pressing over my rapidly beating heart.
She’s holding me back, or at least she thinks she is, but my focus is only on the fact that she feels the need to fucking protect him.
And at this moment in time, she really fucking does.
I glare at both him and Harden, the former still taunting me with his knowing stare, and the latter looking ready to step in and protect him too.
“Ever, look at me,” Aurora demands, her voice barely above a whisper, but that’s all it takes to steal my attention. When my stare drops to hers, there isn’t just pleasure there, but pleading too, and it fucking cools the boiling rage inside of me in a way only she can.
Fuck me.
The hold she has on me, what she’s always had on me, should be studied by fucking NASA.
I want to kill my best friend. I want to fucking break every bone in his body, for having the audacity to touch her when I told him not to, but hurting him would only hurt her. And I’ve done that enough.
Inhaling deeply, I let myself memorize the lines of pleasure coating her face, telling myself that this is what she wants, but it does nothing to dull the anger inside of me.
I’m already playing with fucking fire, I know that, she knows that, so instead of laying the smug fuck out right here, I pull my girl toward me.
“Just get in the fucking car, Blake, before I paint the fucking sidewalk with your blood,” I spit, turning around, ripping open the door and guiding Aurora inside.
He moves to get in after her, but I stop him with a firm grip on his arm, shoving him back towards Harden.
“Don’t push your fucking luck.” My words are laced in warning as I climb in beside Aurora, and stop myself from slamming the door and driving off without him and fucking Harden.
I told him to go fucking get them, not to let them almost fuck in the middle of the club.
They both climb in, Griffin with a smug fucking smile on his face, and Harden looking like he’s seen a damn ghost, but both their eyes are on her.
Which of course they are, why wouldn’t they be? She’s the epitome of fucking beauty, and looks like sin incarnate in the flimsy little thing she is calling an outfit. Of course they are going to stare, but they need a reminder that she belongs to me, and apparently, so does she.
My anger burns hot and heavy, and when I palm her thigh possessively under their watchful stares, I feel the evidence of their fucking so-called ‘dance’ and curse beneath my breath.
My fingers bite into the skin of her inner thigh the whole ride home, even when she shifts beneath the weight of my hand, I don’t pull back.
Because I know exactly what she needs, and it’s not my fucking hand.
The second Roger pulls up outside Archer’s building, I am bolting from the car before he has the chance to climb out himself.
I grab Aurora by the hand and drag her out with me, only pausing to shove a few hundred dollar bills in Roger’s hand, and then again for the doorman as we push inside.
I can feel both the guys hot on our heels, and they are quick to slide in the elevator beside us as I hit the number for Archer’s floor.
“So, are we gonna talk about it? Or should I just grab some ice for my face now?” Griffin jokes, but I don’t break my stare from the illuminated numbers as the elevator climbs higher and higher.
I don’t give a fuck about him right now.
No, my only focus is on her.
The second the doors open, I bend at the knee and grab Aurora, tossing her over my shoulder and making her shriek, as I storm from the elevator with her in tow.
“Everest,” she screams. “What the fuck are you doing?” Her question is both worried and excited, and she screams again, as my hand comes down and smacks firmly and harshly against her ass.
“Reminding you who the fuck you belong to, princess.”
Griffin and Harden both curse my name, but I give them both my middle finger before disappearing down the hall with my girl. I’m not sure when Archer will be back, so I’m not wasting any fucking time, not when it comes to this.
I don’t stop until we are in the room that Arch gave us for the night, slamming the door behind us and locking it down tight.
Only then do I put her down, shoving her off my shoulder and throwing her against the back of the door with a shove.
Her eyes are wide with panic, and a hint of excitement, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more.
Especially when I collar her throat roughly and pin her in place.
“I’m going to ask you something, and you’re going to fucking answer, do you understand?
” I seethe, squeezing her throat tightly, and she nods with what little room I allow her.
“Did you just come for my best friend?” I ask, already knowing the answer, but needing her admission, her fucking submission.
“Everest, I,” she starts, but I squeeze her neck even tighter, cutting her off completely.
“Yes or fucking no, Aurora,” I shout, as the panic in her eyes flares even brighter.
“Yes,” she chokes out, and the anger I thought I felt is overshadowed by her answer.
“Fuck,” I scream, releasing her throat and smashing my fist into the wall at the side of her head.
Pain ricochets through my knuckles, but it’s nothing in comparison to the one in my fucking chest. He fucking touched her. She let him fucking touch her. There is alarm in her stare now as tears begin to shine in her eyes, but I hope she doesn’t think that’s going to stop me.
Aurora Gray is fucking mine, and I no longer care who fucking knows it.
I reach down and rip off her skirt, the fabric easily coming apart in my rageful hands, before I shove one of them inside her thong and find the evidence my best friend left behind. Cupping her roughly, I growl at her wet lips, as she cries out in both pleasure and pain.
She’s fucking drenched.
She fucking came for him, he felt the silkiness of her pleasured cunt and the thought drives me fucking insane.
“Who does this fucking pussy belong to, Aurora?” I massage her already swollen clit, not relenting in my pressure or pace. If she wants to come so fucking much that she let my best friend do it in a fucking club, then she can fucking come.
“Everest.” My name is both a plea and a praise, and fuck if the sound doesn’t flow through me.
“Answer the fucking question, princess. Who does this swollen, tight, wet cunt belong to?” This time I slide a thick finger inside of her, massaging her clit with my thumb roughly, as I fuck her tight hole, forcing her to the edge of sanity, as she cries out my name again.
“You, Everest, it belongs to you.”
Her words should sate the anger and fucking pain inside of me, but all it does is piss me off more.
“Then why the fuck did you let someone else touch what belongs to me?” The hand that punched the wall closes around her throat again, as I press my head down onto hers, and I can feel the rapid strum of her pulse against my fingers.
“Tell me you’re fucking mine, Aurora, mine and only mine.
” I can hear how fucking desperate I sound, how fucking desperate she makes me, it’s why I press my lips to hers, as I add in a whisper, “Even if it’s not the truth. ”
Then I am kissing her, claiming her, erasing every fucking barrier and boundary that remains between us, until I don’t know where she starts and I fucking end. This is how it was meant to be, her and fucking me, and I won’t let what she fucking feels for them erase that.
When I pull back she is panting, her pupils blown out in lust, as she looks at me and moans, “I’m yours, Ever, I’ve always been yours, so take me.
” I practically growl at her declaration, stealing the last of her words with my lips, shoving my tongue into her mouth and massaging it with hers, as I continue to fuck her with my hand.
She moans and writhes against me, but it’s not enough.
Will it ever be enough?
This time when I pull back, I drop to my knees, dragging the thong from her body and tossing it away from us, baring her to me completely.
“Lose the top,” I demand, my eyes still feasting on her pussy, and like the good girl she is, she does as she is told.
She knows there is no room to argue with me, not right now.
Only once she is completely naked do I let myself get my fill of her.
With one hand still buried in her cunt, she is panting and dripping around me, her eyes searching mine, desperate for me to give her more. A plea that won’t go unanswered, but by the time I’m finished with her, she’ll probably wish it would have.
“I’m not going to be gentle.” My words are gritted against her pussy, before I take a hard, deliberate lick up her slit, groaning at the taste of her on my tongue.
“I’m too fucking mad at you to make it not hurt.
” With that I bury two more fingers in her cunt, relishing in the pained moan that rips from her lungs.