31. Everest
Her pussy was well and truly molded to my cock last night, but it wasn’t enough, and I don’t think it ever will be.
She’s within me, like a fucking disease I can’t shake, and instead of praying to survive, I’m hoping it consumes me completely.
Things between us had already changed, they changed a long time ago if we are being truly honest, but there’s no going back now.
There is no world where I can unlearn what the feeling of her perfect cunt feels like wrapped around my dick, as she screams out my name.
Fuck she was perfect, and more importantly, she was just mine.
Yet even after all that, I know a piece of her still lies with them.
Slipping my arm from under her, she stirs slightly, wrapping her arms around her pillow and sighing in content. Fuck, she looks so pretty when she sleeps, and image after ungodly image burn through my mind at all the things I want to do to her, and I roll my shoulders in anticipation.
After taking a piss, I slip out of the room quietly, padding toward the kitchen to get myself a bottle of water.
The entire penthouse is dark, only the moon shining through the tall floor to ceiling windows, and when I turn and spot two shadows on the balcony, I freeze.
My brother is out there, with Daemon seated beneath him, writhing against him roughly.
Both their shirts are open and pants half down, as they go to fucking town against one another and not caring who sees.
But that’s not what has me pausing.
No, that would be the sight of Harden, lingering in the shadows by the hallway, his own bottle of water that he has clearly just gotten before me, completely forgotten in his hands.
He’s only wearing a pair of boxers, which means I can see the prominent, thick length of him, hard against the fabric.
He’s watching them. He’s watching them and enjoying it.
Fuck if that’s not a revelation.
I’m not sure the extent of his experience when it comes to stuff like this, but I can easily guess it’s nothing outside of what that monster fucking did to him.
The thought has anger pulsing through me, and I must make some sort of noise because it pulls my best friend from the trance he was in, as his confused and lust-filled gaze now pans to mine.
“Enjoying the view?” I dare to ask, offering him a soft smile, hoping he knows that whatever this is, it doesn’t have to be a whole thing.
I might be pissed as hell at him for what he let Griffin get away with earlier, but he’s still my best friend, and I’m not a total asshole.
Okay that’s a lie, but I still love the broody fucker.
He doesn’t respond, because of course he doesn’t, but it doesn’t stop me from pushing on.
I erase the distance between us and hold his dark, broken and confused stare.
“Don’t let her take anything else from you, Haze, she’s taken enough,” I tell him firmly, before flicking my stare back to where my brother is practically getting split in two.
“And don’t let the fucking world dictate what rebuilding yourself should look like, just do what you need to do to make you happy. ”
When I snap my gaze back to Harden, he’s cocked his head at me slightly, looking at me as if I have lost my mind, and maybe I have, but it’s true.
To the world Aurora Gray is my sister, my family, but to me she is everything I have ever needed and more.
And I know when this thing between us inevitably gets back to our family that there will be a fallout, but as long as I still have her at the end of it, I don’t give a fuck.
“Oh, and don’t get caught. My brother’s ego is big enough that he will never let you live it down,” I add with a wink, before brushing past him and heading back to my room.
Aurora is still sleeping peacefully when I return, and it takes everything in me to not wake her up with my head between her legs.
Sliding back into bed beside her, I can’t help but think about Harden, what he must have gone through, why I didn’t see it, how I let him down.
He was already dying in a hell he called home, with very few silver linings, and I stole one of his only salvations.
I don’t think that either of those two know, that I know about the letters they used to write one another, but I know everything when it comes to Aurora Gray.
I might not have known what was breaking my best friend, but I knew it was something.
I honestly imagined that, one day, I would wake up to the news of his death, and I didn’t have a fucking clue how to stop it, but she did.
Aurora wasn't afraid of his darkness, his silence, she welcomed it, embraced it, and some days I’m pretty sure she is the only reason he decided to live.
And I stole that from him.
A bitter taste coats the back of my tongue as I think about all the ways it could have played out differently.
I could have lost him, and in turn, lost her, and that thought is just too much to bear.
When I lay back down I wrap my arms around my girl, and enjoy it just being the two of us, because after last night, it’s clear both my friends are no longer content with sitting on the sidelines.
A few hours later she stirs in my arms, and when her tired eyes meet mine, the heavy feeling that settled there hours earlier, lifts completely.
“Morning princess, how’d you sleep?” I ask, reaching out and brushing back some of her tangled blond hair.
“Like a truck rammed me in the vagina,” she sighs sleepily, and I snort a laugh.
“I know I’m blessed in the cock department, but even I think a truck is a little excessive.” My face wears a wicked smirk, as I allow my hands to explore the smooth planes of her naked body now she’s awake, and she rolls her eyes.
Her answering scoff shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. “Your ego is almost as big as Archer’s.” She tosses the covers aside and scoots to the edge of the bed, allowing me to admire her.
“And my cock is bigger,” I add, and she turns to glare at me, but my gaze instantly drops down her body, delighting as her nipples peak beneath my attention, before my stare drops between her thighs. “Fuck,” I curse under my breath, and she meets my stare confused.
“What?” She looks between me and her body, not a hint of self-consciousness in sight, and my cock leaks at the tip.
Out of all the girls I’ve fucked, they all had one thing in common, they wanted to put on a show for me.
They wanted to be the best, the hottest, the loudest, it didn’t matter as long as they thought they were leaving their mark.
And I don’t remember a single one of them.
Their entire existence was forced from my mind the second I had emptied myself inside of them, because it didn’t matter how good they were, they were never her.
And now I’ve had her?
Fuck. No one else will ever compare.
“You just have no idea how fucking stunning you are.” Her hair is all messed up, there are bruises marring her perfect creamy skin, while blood and cum stains her inner thighs. She has never looked more like mine.
I should have cleaned her up last night, I know that, but there is just something about seeing her in this state, watching her own it, watching her own me, that sets something primal off inside of me. She might still want my best friends, but I will always be the one who had her first.
“I’m too sore for you to be looking at me like that,” she warns, and I’m sure she means that as a deterrent, but I really thought I taught her better than that.
“Then allow me to kiss it better princess.”
I slide out of bed and grab her, picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist, walking us to the bathroom. I keep her in my arms as we push inside and I lean in to turn on the shower, marching us under the hot spray.
“Everest!” she cries, and I hear a thud from the other side of the wall, letting me know that we just woke one of the guys up.
“Ah ah, princess, the time for screaming was last night, when our dear big brother wasn’t home.
” I deposit her onto the shower bench and then drop to my knees between her open thighs.
“Now be a good girl and bite that lip for me, because first you’re going to swallow your screams, and then you’re going to swallow me. ”
I eat her pussy at a leisurely pace, enjoying every second of her trying to contain her moans of pleasure, as my tongue laps at all her swollen and sensitive areas. I make her come three times, before I shove her to her knees and empty myself down her throat.
When I pull out, she rushes to capture some of my cum as it spills down her chin, and I lean down and kiss her roughly, sucking it from her lips. “We’ll finish this later princess, now clean yourself up while I go and make you some breakfast.”
Stepping out of the shower, I grab a towel and smirk as she mumbles, “Finish this later, I’ll be lucky if I can still fucking walk later.”
I make quick work of drying off and getting ready before heading to the kitchen, and considering how long I was in the shower, I’m not surprised to find Harden and Griffin already sitting at the island.
They don’t hear me approach, and as I open my mouth to greet them, I am stunned into silence when Griffin brushes himself up against Harden and he doesn’t even flinch.
“Careful,” Harden warns, the one word making me smile, as it’s been too long since I’ve heard his voice.
“You weren’t saying that last night,” Griffin mumbles back, and I choke out a cough, making them snap apart, averting my eyes to the window as I reach the kitchen. “Morning,” Griff greets me, flicking his wary stare between me and Harden, as Harden focuses only on his cup of coffee.
“Morning.” I tip my head in their direction before pouring myself a cup of coffee, and then leaning on the side to face them. “Sleep okay?” I ask, wondering what the fuck I just walked in on, and Griffin dramatically rolls his eyes.