38. Everest
I ’m not sure what I want to put through a wall more, my fist, or my fucking best friend.
When he came to me in the gym earlier, I knew what he was asking.
I even knew what he needed, which meant I knew what was going to happen the second I told him where she was.
But knowing something and seeing it are two different things.
When he called me and told me to get my ass to the dorms, I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t the mess of her damn door, and it certainly wasn’t the fucking mess of them.
Aurora has one of the most expressive faces I’ve ever come across, something I usually enjoy, especially since we expanded the parameters of our relationship.
However, I never considered what it would be like to see the complete look of satisfaction left there by my best friend.
I want to kill him, even now, after she made her way to my fucking room and crawled into bed beside me, with nothing but a soft smile.
I’ve watched her sleep three thousand, one hundred, and twenty seven times, and all of those nights had one thing in common.
I was filled with contentment, satisfaction at being close to her, of watching over her, but not tonight.
No, tonight I feel rage, betrayal, downright fucking fury, and it’s all my fucking sister’s fault.
Snatching back the covers, my eyes trail over her sleeping form.
She’s laying on her side facing away from me, her ass neatly tucked into the curve of my body, even in her deep slumber there’s no need for me to pull her there.
She’s discarded her shorts from earlier, now only wearing the oversized shirt and a skimpy pair of black panties, and I soak in all the creamy skin she has on display.
Her shirt has ridden high enough that I can see some bruises around her hips, no doubt left there by him, and it only makes my fury flare brighter.
My hands reach out, my fingers mapping each of the bruises meticulously, as I recall her words from earlier of what he did to her.
It has my hands fisting in her underwear and gently pulling them down.
She doesn’t wake as I discard them, or when I lean forward and spread her cheeks with my palm, massaging them roughly.
Fuck, she’s so perfect that I can’t even blame the fucker for wanting her, either of them really, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy to share her.
Pushing up onto my knees, I position her until she has her ass in the air, and then spit directly onto her back hole, spreading my spit up and down her pussy until it’s nice and wet for me.
Her hips shift toward me unconsciously and I smirk, as I spit once more into my palm, stroking my cock, before lining my tip up with her entrance.
I push inside slowly, relishing in the way she easily accepts every inch of me, groaning deeply.
Then I draw back and do it again, faster this time, repeating the motion of drawing all the way out to my tip, and then slamming myself back in.
Her body begins to heat under my assault, her breaths coming in quicker, as her body starts to stir awake from her subconscious.
I feel the moment she wakes up, and when she tries to move, I reach forward and slide my hand up the back of her neck until it’s fisted in her hair.
Holding her down, I fuck her harder, slamming my hips against her again and again, until she chokes out my name.
“Everest!” It’s said with both confusion and desperation, and it pleases me and pisses me off in equal measure.
“Yes, little sister?” I taunt, using my grip on her hair to drag her head back off the mattress, allowing her to look at me.
“Ahhh, what are you doing?” She bites out in pain, but still arches her back, forcing me inside of her even deeper.
“Reminding you who the fuck had you first.” I grit my words out, groaning as she tightens around my cock in the most perfect way possible.
“This is how you let him hit it, right?” I fuck her harder, gripping her hips to keep her steady, letting my fingers bite into the marks already there.
“You let him bend you over a fucking table in the middle of your classroom and let him hit it raw.”
Even as I say the words to taunt her, they piss me off. Thinking about him coming inside her, it only makes me fuck her harder, deeper, rougher, pounding into her in an attempt to erase him.
“Ever, please,” she whimpers, pushing back to meet my thrusts, and the sound of her pleading sends me feral.
“You like being fucked like a whore, don’t you, princess?” I ask, rocking into her with quick snaps of my hips, making her moan beneath me.
“Fuck, yes.” Her cries are getting louder, and I feel a deep satisfaction at the others being able to hear her moan for me.
She arches her back even more, and I grunt, releasing her hair as I spit on her back hole again, this time smearing it against it.
“I’m gonna fuck you here next time,” I tell her, pushing my thumb past the threshold and making her hiss in pleasure and pain.
I shove my thumb in and out in tandem, no doubt making her feel the sting and enjoying every fucking second of it.
“I’ll stretch this tight ass like I did your pussy, and you’ll fucking beg me for more. ”
We fuck roughly and wildly, her nothing but pliant and pleading beneath me, as I roll my hips again and again, but still it’s not enough.
Ripping out of her, I drag her by the hips to the edge of the bed, sitting myself on the side of it, sliding her back onto my cock with her back to my front.
My fingers once again find the marks Griffin left behind, as I hold her in place above me and snap my hips up into her.
Her head falls back on my shoulder, and I let my mouth skim her throat and jaw as I bring my lips to her ear. “I want to hear you beg, Aurora, beg me to let you come.”
She groans at my words, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip, as she tries to grind herself against me. “Please, Everest, I need…”
I cut her off. “I know exactly what you fucking need, little sister, now fucking beg for it.”
Another moan rips from her throat, as she heeds my command. “Make me come, Everest, please, I need you to make me come.”
Her words slam into me at full force, making my balls draw up in anticipation, as I let one of my hands slide down to her wet cunt. She’s dripping all over my cock, and the second I start swirling around her hard and swollen clit, her body begins to tremble.
“Yes, fuck yes, right there.”
I keep fucking her roughly, relishing in every scream that falls from her mouth, as she starts to clamp down around me.
Fuck, she feels so fucking perfect, and it’s too much.
“Fucking come for me princess, I need to feel you strangling my cock.” My hand works her faster and faster, perfectly in time with my cock, until she tightens around me with a scream.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it, good girl.” I grind my jaw, pumping her hard and fast as she falls apart, until I can’t hold back any longer.
My cock erupts, hot ropes of cum spilling inside her, as I keep her bouncing up and down my cock until she has wrung out every last drop.
When I’m done, she collapses back against me, struggling to catch her breath as she comes down from her orgasm. “Ever, fuck, that was insane.”
“Then you know exactly how you make me feel, princess.” I stroke her hair back, kissing her neck, as my cock remains half hard inside of her.
Lifting her off me, I drop her back to the bed, enjoying the sight of my cum dripping out of her cunt, before I move to grab a warm, wet washcloth.
When I have cleaned us both up, I climb back into bed beside her and she rolls over, letting her head drop onto my chest and her leg drape over my body.
“I love you, Ever,” she whispers into the dark, and I stamp down the flutter that threatens to burst out of my chest.
“I love you too, Aurora.” My words have her freezing against me, her shoulders tight with tension, even as I drag my hands up and down her back, holding her even tighter than before.
“You do?” The disbelief in her voice should shock me, but it doesn’t, we haven’t exactly taken the easy route to get here.
“More than anything or anyone in the world, now go to sleep, we’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
I drift off to the sound of her satisfied breathing, and I sleep six hours straight.
The next day, once we’re all up and ready to leave for class, I clear my throat to get all of their attention. “She’s not to go anywhere alone,” I tell them all, making Aurora freeze with her coffee half way to her mouth.
“What?” she asks, completely bemused, but I ignore her in favor of the guys.
“Her dorm door isn’t the first incident, there was a bunch of flowers delivered here the morning of the funeral with no name.” I’m sure Aurora thought I forgot about them, but she should remember, I don’t forget anything.
“Flowers?” Griffin asks, looking between us two, as Aurora scoffs.
“He’s being ridiculous, it was just an overflow of funeral flowers meant for Harden.” I can tell from the tone of her voice she isn’t being truthful, it always hitches ever so slightly when she tells a lie.
“Then why did they have your name on them?” I ask, cocking my head to the side, watching as she opens and closes her mouth a few times, unable to come up with a response. “I don’t know what’s going on, Aurora, but I do know I will get to the bottom of it.”
Her hands tremble a little as she places her mug down. “There is nothing to get to the bottom of.” She shakes her head, flicking her stare to the guys to try and get them to agree with her.
“Well, it’s better to be safe than sorry, right sweetheart?
” Griffin cuts in, taking my side, and I will for it to ease the burn of him fucking her.
“You’re already staying here anyway, so it’s no big deal for us to meet up outside of classes for lunch and stuff,” he shrugs, as Harden stews silently beside him.
“You have class near mine this morning, yeah? I’ll go with you. ”
Griffin’s right, they do have class near one another, but he won’t be the one escorting her. “Actually, I’ve got the first shift. We’ve got a meeting with the Dean to get to.” I slip off my stool and motion for Aurora to follow me.
“The Dean?” She splutters, abandoning her coffee, as her and the guys both follow me toward the door. “Ever, it was a stupid prank, why in the hell would you involve the Dean?”
“You call the damage of school property a prank?” I ask, arching a brow, but I forgot how stubborn she can be.
“That’s what you told mom when you put shaving foam in the pool back at Vander,” she throws back, and all three of us guys smirk at the reminder of that one.
“Aurora, I’m not arguing semantics with you. You can either walk with me to his office, or I’ll toss you over my shoulder and drag you there, your choice.”
Her eyes narrow at my words, before defiance flares through them, as she spins on her heels and grabs Griffin, slamming her lips to his. Griffin startles at first, his stare widening, before he grips her hips and kisses her back thoroughly.
“Carry on princess, and I’ll bend you over his desk when we get there,” I drawl, making her pull back with a huff, but I don’t miss the smirk on Griffin’s face at my words.
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” she huffs, stomping past me, and I roll my eyes at the guys.
“Keep your phones close,” is the only thing I say, before I storm after Aurora, catching up to her with ease.
She doesn’t speak to me for the entire walk over to the main part of campus, and the second we reach reception, we are ushered into the Dean’s office.
“Mr. Monroe, Miss Gray, please come in,” Dean Mitchell greets us, gesturing for us to take a seat. “I can’t say how sorry I am for us to be getting together under these circumstances. I have a call scheduled with your mother right after this.”
Dean Mitchell is a brown-nosing asshole, and if I didn’t feel the need to be here, I wouldn’t.
“Good, are you going to be telling her what you plan to do about all of this?” I ask, not bothering to beat around the bush with any pleasantries.
His eyes flash with confusion as he lowers his large body behind his desk. “We take vandalism very seriously, Mr. Monroe, I can assure you, but nobody saw anything.”
My jaw ticks as Aurora practically sinks into the seat beside me, she would gladly forget this as quickly as he’s trying to.
“Someone breaks into the dorm building of vulnerable freshman girls, and writes a slanderous word across one of their doors, and your only response is that nobody saw anything?” My voice is calm yet completely detached, and Dean Mitchell straightens his shoulders slightly in his chair.
“We are investigating the matter of course,” he replies curtly, and I already know he has no interest in taking this matter seriously at all.
He’s probably just planning on calling my mother and offering her a sniveling apology, making up some bullshit excuse as to why this happened.
“And how do you plan to assure student safety?” I ask, watching as his stare flicks between me and Aurora.
“I understand you care for your sister…” he starts but I cut him off.
“Then understand if anything happens to her I’ll hold you personally responsible,” I snap back, startling him a little, before pushing to my feet and nodding my head at Aurora.
“Come on, this was a waste of time,” I tell her, before cornering him with my stare and adding, “Just like I’ll tell my mother her donations are. ”
The Dean scrambles from his chair, calling our names, but I ignore him, pulling Aurora along with me until we are back outside. I don’t stop until we are a good distance from the building, and only then do I curse.
“What a wasteless sack of shit.”
I shake my head, as Aurora steps toward me. “It’s fine, Ever, it’s just a dumb door.” Her voice remains steady this time, but still I hear a hint of something that I can’t quite put my finger on, and I don’t know what she isn’t telling me.
“Come on, I’ll walk you to class.”