55. Griffin
H arden rocks his hips, guiding his cock in and out of my ass, fucking me so deeply and thoroughly, that I’m not sure how I ever went through life thinking I was straight.
Not when sex with him feels like this, completely on par with the life-altering sex I experienced with Aurora, and between the two of them, I swear I have died and gone to heaven.
“Such a good fucking boy for me,” he groans against my shoulder blade, sinking his teeth into the muscle until he breaks the skin, before lapping his tongue against it. “You were fucking made to take my cock, weren’t you? So fucking desperate to be fucked until your ass is spilling with my cum.”
Fuck. When he talks to me like that, I feel like I might black out with pleasure from his words alone.
I always thought a quiet Harden Haze was one to be wary of, but it’s a dirty talking Harden that is deadly.
Every word like a fucking knife to my skin, drawing my pleasure to the surface like a drop of blood he wants to fucking drink down.
He tells me how good I am, how perfect my ass feels, how much he loves the feel of his cock inside me, and with every slide of his lubed up cock, I fall deeper into him.
“Harden, please,” I groan, rocking my hips back against his every thrust, but his hands flex around my hips, holding me in place, so he can slowly draw himself all the way back to the tip.
“Please, what?” he asks, slamming inside me to the hilt, and pulling a needy fucking whimper from the back of my throat.
“Please fuck this greedy hole until you are screaming my name?” He draws back again, my ass clenching around every inch of him.
“Please pump you full of cum like the desperate little slut you are?” He slams back in again, only this time he doesn’t stop, he pulls back and thrusts again and again, pumping his hips into me hard, deep, and oh so fucking fast.
“Yes sir,” I choke out, my body rocking beneath the force of him moving on top of me, as images of Aurora being beneath me, taking my cock, flash through my mind.
“Fuck I need more.” I lift up off one of my hands and clasp it around my leaking cock, jerking myself furiously in time with his thrusts.
“You want our sweet girl here, don’t you?” Harden asks, leaning forward and grunting against my ear. “You wish you were pumping that thick, beautiful cock inside of her while I ride your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, God, yes,” I cry, working my cock, as he slams into me roughly, his breathing ragged, and it tells me he’s affected by this as much as I am.
“I bet her cunt feels so fucking perfect, doesn’t it, baby?
I saw how good it looked leaking with your cum.
” His tongue glides up my throat as he pounds into me, finding that spot inside of me that he introduced me to, and I know I have mere seconds before I blow.
My body starts to tremble as my impending orgasm starts to take over, and he groans in appreciation.
“That’s it, give it to me so fucking sweetly, like my good fucking boy. ”
One more snap of his hips is all it takes, my release blazing through me, as cum explodes from my cock, spraying the sheets in an erotic display.
His thrusts turn savage, ramming into me until I feel like he might split me in half, until he comes with a loud groan, slamming me forward one last time, as he releases deep inside of me.
His weight collapses on top of me, before he rips his cock from my ass, flips me over beneath him, and slams his lips to mine, kissing me like a savage.
When he pulls back, we are both panting and still struggling to catch our breath.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Griff,” he whispers against my mouth, and my body heats at his words.
We’ve only been here for two days together, but something has changed between us, and I find myself wanting to tell him exactly how I feel. I open my mouth to do just that when my bedroom bursts open, and instead of either of my parents, I find my best friend.
“Everest, what the fuck?” I quickly grab the sheets to cover us, as Harden slips off my body to sit back against my headboard.
“Your mom let me in.” Everest replies, not bothering to answer, while stumbling into the room, and it’s only when he steps into the glow of the lamp that I see the state of his face.
His eyes are bruised and swollen, and there is blood seeping from his lip, nose, and eyebrow. “Fucking hell, what the fuck happened to you?” I shove out of bed, grabbing mine and Harden’s discarded shorts from the floor, as Everest storms to my closet.
Ripping it open, he rifles through my drawers, where he knows I used to stash my liquor, finding an old bottle of vodka.
When he turns to us, his stare is dark, as he rips off the top and takes a deep drink.
“They know.” The two words have barely left his mouth, the meaning not even washing over us fully, before he slumps down to the floor with his back against my wall and takes another deep drink.
It isn’t until I take in the state of him again, that I realize what his words actually mean. They know. Fuck. They know.
I stride toward the bathroom to fetch my first aid kit, cursing beneath my breath at the no doubt shit show he just had to face. When I return, Everest is still slumped against the wall, but Harden has his chin in his hand, tilting his head from side to side to assess the damage.
“That’s your brother’s handiwork, I take it?” I ask, nodding toward his face, and all he offers me is a slight tip of his head.
“It’s nothing I didn’t deserve,” he grunts back, taking another sip of vodka, and Harden and I share a look. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
“Everest, you don’t fucking deserve this,” I tell him forcefully, and he scoffs.
“I fucked my sister, Griffin, I’m a fucking disgusting predator.” His words have me rearing back in surprise, as Harden slowly takes the first aid kit from my hand, and starts pulling out supplies.
“You and Aurora love each other, and you’re not actually related, there is nothing wrong with your attraction to one another.” I make sure that I say my words slowly, needing to get through to him, seeing how much of a dark place he is in right now.
“Really? What about when she was underage?” He snarls, ripping his face away from Harden’s hands, as they reach up to try and clean his cuts. “I have wanted her for fucking years, Griffin, when she was still a fucking child, I watched her sleep and crept on her like a fucking monster.”
Every word is uttered like a confession, as if he truly believes every part of them is wrong, and all I can do is shake my head.
“You’re not even a year older than her, you were also a child, and nothing happened between the two of you until you were both consenting adults.
” It takes every ounce of power I possess to keep my voice from shaking when I say those words, not when Harden is sitting right next to me, his silence so ruinously deafening.
“I mean, fucking hell, Monroe, she’s probably been in love with you longer than you have with her. ”
He shakes his head, because even though he knows I’m right about the first thing, I’m not about the second. In fact, I’m pretty sure Everest Monroe has been in love with Aurora Gray since the moment he first laid eyes on her, but that doesn’t make it wrong.
“I ruined everything,” he whispers, finishing off the remains of the vodka, before dropping his head back against the wall.
“They will come around,” I tell him, nodding my head at Harden to start cleaning his face, and this time when he raises his hands up, Everest doesn’t push him away.
“You should have seen the way he looked at me, Griffin,” he whispers, his voice cracking, and I know the pain inside of him is more intense than any of the marks left on his face.
“I betrayed his trust, he will never see me as his brother again.” There is such a raw honesty in his voice, that I know his heart is breaking.
“He will come around.” I grit the four words out, not sure if I even believe them myself, and before he can scoff again, I rush on.
“And if he doesn’t, then fuck him, we all know blood doesn’t mean anything, not between us, I’m your brother until the day we fucking die, Monroe, and even then I might stalk you from the pits of hell. ”
Harden nods in agreement, pressing the bloody cotton balls to his face, both of us ignoring the tear that tracks down his cheek, as he nods.
“I can’t lose her, I won’t survive it.”
At that, Harden grips his chin again, forcing his stare to his, as he swipes at his busted lip.
“You’re not fucking losing her, brother, we’re in this until the end.
” Everest’s swollen stare flinches a little, surprised not just by his words, but by his raw honesty too.
“Now shut up and let me sort out these wounds, because I don’t want Aurora to be forced to see this fucking mess again. ”
I cringe a little when I think about how Archer must have found out, what the two of them must have been doing, what Aurora must have seen after, and it only makes anger churn deep in my gut.
Archer fucking Gray better stay the fuck away from me, unless he wants me to repay these injuries tenfold. Harden stares at me as if he can read my mind, and agrees with me wholeheartedly, before we focus on fixing up our brother’s face.
Once it’s only swollen and bruised, and no longer bleeding, Harden helps him into the bathroom so he can take a shower, while I make quick work on changing the sheets. When Everest returns, I force two pain killers down his throat, and force him into my bed.
“It’s a sad state of affairs when I went from fucking my girl to sleeping in your cum,” he grunts, dropping his head against my pillow, as the liquor and meds make him a little less focused on this fucked-up night.
“I changed the sheets, you dick,” I toss back, tucking the grumpy fucker in, and he smirks playfully.
“And now you both get to keep what was only ever supposed to be mine.”
Those are the last words he says before he drifts off to sleep.