54. Everest #2
“Fuck,” I curse, fisting my hands around her hips, lifting her slightly, so I can shove my boxers down a little and feel her rubbing against my cock.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” I drag her mouth down to mine, kissing her roughly, my cock swelling between us, until she is groaning against my mouth.
Rocking her hips, she grinds up and down my length, coating me in her slick heat. “Everest, please, I need you,” she cries into my mouth, my hands already reaching down to fist my length, until it’s pressing against her hole.
“This is a bad idea,” I tell her, pushing inside her slowly, savoring the way she gasps as she stretches around me.
“Then why does it feel so good?” she asks, leaning down to kiss me, her hips rising up before sinking down inch by fucking inch.
I rip my shirt up her body, until her tits are pressed against my bare flesh, letting her ride me exactly how she needs to, until we are both panting and sweating.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I let it trail down to her pulse point, sucking on it gently before moving down toward her tits.
I flick my tongue across her nipple, grazing it with my teeth, before swirling and sucking on it roughly.
“Everest, please, I need more,” she cries, and I reach up and slam my palm across her mouth to silence her.
“If you want me to fill this pretty little cunt up, then be a good girl and stay quiet,” I grunt, rolling my hips until she nods beneath my touch. I reach down and grip her ass, pulling her onto my cock again, as I snap my hips up into her, fucking her more forcefully, and she whimpers in pleasure.
She raises her hips to meet my every thrust, her hands flying around my neck to keep herself steady, as she leans forward and moans against my lips. “More, Ever, please.” Fuck. I am addicted to her, and every plea from her sweet lips has me hardening even more inside of her.
“I fucking love you princess, so fucking much.” I grit the words between kisses, lapping my tongue against her lips like she is the last thing I will ever fucking taste.
“I love you too, Everest, now please, make me come.” She kisses me again before wrapping herself around me, pressing her chest to mine and accepting every snap of my hips, while still pleading for more.
Her soft moans are panted against my ear, my name being whispered on repeat as she rushes harder toward her climax.
It’s why I don’t hear him until it’s too late.
“Sorry, Ever, I forgot my phone,” Archer says, as he pushes open the bedroom door, only to come to a halt half way into my room, at the same time Aurora and I do.
There is absolutely no disguising what we were doing, not with my shirt bunched up around her chest, her tits out, my boxers around my thighs, and her naked ass on display.
I quickly pull down my shirt to cover her, gently dismounting her and tucking myself away, as I place her between my sheets and climb to my feet, putting myself between them.
“Arch, this isn’t what it look likes,” I start slowly, hating myself for the fucking clichéd bullshit falling from my lips, but I need him to know this isn’t just some mindless fuck between us.
His stare is still frozen on Aurora in disbelief, his mind working overtime as he accepts what he just saw, but at my words his gaze snaps to mine.
“This didn’t just happen, we’re together, we have been for months. ”
He moves so quickly, that I don’t see his fist until it’s slamming into my jaw, sending me flying to the floor.
“You fucking piece of shit,” he roars, hitting me again before I can get up.
Blood explodes on my tongue, as Aurora screams his name, but he still doesn’t stop.
“I fucking trusted you.” Hit. “You fucking swore you would look after her.” Hit. “You’re her fucking brother.” Hit.
Archer delivers punch after punch, and I do nothing but take every one, because even through the pain, nothing hurts more than the fact that his words are true. He did trust me, I am her brother, and I am a piece of shit. Why did I ever think it would end any other way than this?
“Archer, stop please,” Aurora sobs, pushing off the bed, and I turn toward her, spitting blood on the floor, as I choke out, “Don’t fucking come any closer,” not wanting her to get caught up in Archer’s wrath, and my brother leans down and grips my face, dragging me back toward him.
“Don’t fucking talk to her, don’t even fucking look at her you fucking predator.” His punch this time makes me dizzy, my head slamming into the floor as he busts open my lip.
Predator.
The word slams into me harder than his fists, as bile and blood mixes together in my throat. Predator. Is that how he fucking sees me? Is that what I am? I shake my head through the throbbing pain, swallowing thickly at the metallic taste on my tongue, as his hand closes around my throat.
“I will fucking kill you.” His words aren’t a threat, they’re a promise, and all I can do is lie back and accept my fate, exactly like I deserve.
I hear a commotion at the door, as Aurora screams, “Daemon, stop him, please!” Her pain slices through my chest, more prominent than anything I could ever feel beneath my brother’s hand, as his lover appears in an instant, gripping him tightly.
Daemon hauls him off, his arms wrapping around his chest, as he lifts him from the top of me, but the pain isn’t erased with him. No, it spreads through my chest like a blackness seeping through my veins, as Aurora drops to her knees beside me.
“Ever,” she chokes out my name on a sob, as Archer fights against Daemon to get back to me.
“Aurora, get the fuck away from him or I swear to god,” Archer roars, Daemon struggling to keep him in his hold, as I slide onto my side and force myself to my knees just in time to see my parents appear in the doorway.
“What the hell is going on?” My father booms, his eyes taking in the scene before him, before they widen in surprise, as he takes in the state of me.
“Everest?” My mother gasps, tears gathering in her eyes, as she rushes toward me, but I push to my feet and stumble away from her until I hit the wall, using it to hold myself up.
I can’t accept comfort from her, not right now, not after what I’ve done.
“Tell me what is going on, right now,” she demands, looking between us, and I prepare myself for her to hear the truth.
“He’s been fucking her,” Archer snarls, looking at me with nothing but disgust, and that look fucking kills me more than anything else. “He’s been taking advantage of her for who knows how long,” he adds, letting Daemon’s hold on him soothe him enough that he finally lets go.
“Everest?” My mother gasps my name in question, and it’s like a knife to my fucking gut, especially when my father looks at me in confusion.
“He didn’t take advantage of me, I love him.
” Aurora’s voice cracks as she bares her fucking soul to them, and I see my mom and dad looking between us with nothing but concern and confusion.
“Tell them, Ever, tell them we love each other,” she pleads, rushing toward me, and the heartbreak on her face might be the final nail in my coffin.
“Okay, maybe we all just need to calm down,” my father cuts in, taking a step further into the room, and even though I can see nothing but pain and worry as his eyes trail over me, there is still a hint of something else.
“I’m not fucking calming down, not until he’s no longer under the same fucking roof as my sister.” Archer’s words rip through me again, and I close my eyes and accept my fate.
“Archer,” Daemon warns, his tone calm, his stance anything but, as he tries to pull Archer back from the edge.
My parents are deathly quiet, my mother moving to console her daughter, as Archer fights for his sister. My father is stuck between them, and it’s at that moment I see it. I’m an outsider. I’m not my mother’s real son, and I’m not my brother’s real sibling, no, I’m nothing.
When I open my eyes, I take a deep breath, knowing what I have to do.
“Let’s just all go downstairs and talk about this,” my mother starts, but Archer quickly cuts her off.
“Either he goes or I do,” he snaps, staring at me with nothing but pure hatred, and I let the thousand memories of us die in the void now between us.
My father opens his mouth to protest, but I push off the wall and reach down to grab my jeans.
“It’s okay, I’ll go.” My head throbs as I bend over, my face already swelling, as I shove my legs into my pants, and quickly grab a sweater.
It stings as the fabric brushes over my head, but it’s nothing in comparison to the look of betrayal and despair on all their faces.
When I look at Aurora, the tears tracking down her beautiful face is a look that will be imprinted in my mind forever. “Everest, please,” she pleads, for what, I’m not sure, but I know now I can’t give it to her.
“I’m sorry.”
Those are the only two words I can choke out, directed at all of them, before I rush out of the room, to the sound of her and my father calling my name, but I don’t look back.
I’m a fucking monster, and monsters don’t get happy endings.