Chapter Twelve
I’m alive?
I’ve been gone a few hours and she thinks I died. Strange. Destiny isn’t known to be dramatic, so this whole interaction right now is alarming. She clings to me so tight, I struggle to breathe. I’m definitely missing something here because I don’t know why she’s worked up.
“Why weren’t you answering your phone?” Destiny demands at the same time Wild growls, “We thought you were dead, asshole.”
Wait? Wild’s freaking out too? What the hell did I miss?
Destiny lets go of me and crosses her arms over her chest. I pull out my phone and notice it’s lifeless, with no battery life. Wild, upon seeing it, curses and grabs it from me.
“You’re supposed to charge your shit,” he bites out. “Unbelievable.”
His eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are wet. Destiny doesn’t look much better. They really did think I was dead.
“Sorry,” I grumble. “I didn’t think I needed to tell everyone my business. Apparently, if I don’t, you two assume the worst.”
“There was a fucking dead body matching your description!” Wild exclaims, flinging his muscular arms in the air. “I need to get some air because right now I want to kick your ass.”
A dead body.
Holy shit.
He shoulders past me, snagging his coat along the way. The RV door slams behind him, rattling every window in the place.
“We went looking for you,” Destiny says softly.
“There was a roadblock. Police were everywhere. Then Weston called to tell me about the news of a homicide.” She sniffles and swipes at her cheek with the palm of her hand.
“Wild’s uncle said the victim had been bashed in the face beyond recognition and he matched your description. ”
Fuck.
No wonder they were freaked the hell out.
“Hey,” I say, striding over to her. “I’m sorry.”
She’s stiff at first, but then she melts into my hug.
I try not to inhale her hair or think about the sick shit I did last night.
The reason my phone died is because I sat in the parking lot of my old apartment building I’d once shared with Evan and stared at the same photo of Destiny I jerked off to last night.
He doesn’t live there anymore.
I went up to the door, desperate for a distraction from my obsession with her. An older woman answered and told me she’s been the tenant there for over a year.
It was probably best I didn’t find him. Who the hell knows what I would have said or done. I was feeling too out of control and being that way around him could have been explosive.
My confusing feelings toward Destiny deserve to be blown up, though.
Anything to keep from thinking about her in ways I shouldn’t.
It was okay for Ryder and Raegan and Ronan…
Was it, though? Our parents lost their shit. And now, they’re the family “secret” that no one talks about. They’ll never be able to come to town or be around people. If Destiny even gave a shit about me in the way I’ve been thinking about her, I’d be asking her to give up everything she just got.
I can’t do that to her.
“I don’t like it when you’re upset,” I rasp out, stroking my fingers up and down her spine. “What can I do to fix this?”
She pulls back and tilts her head up as though she can actually see me. “Charge your phone and answer it when I call.”
Her pretty lips are pulled into a cute frown. God, why am I so fixated on her plump lips?
“Sure,” I rumble, voice raw with forbidden need. “I promise.”
Unable to stop myself, I reach up and take hold of her delicate jaw.
Her sweet lips part and her eyebrows furl together.
I could dip my mouth to hers and show her what it’s like to really be kissed.
I’d eat her enticing mouth and suck on her pink tongue.
Weston has no idea what it means to devour someone with a kiss.
I could show her.
She blushes and her eyes flutter closed. My cock thickens. Is it permission?
What?
Fuck no.
She’s probably mentally shutting down because of me.
I stroke my thumb over her bottom lip, unable to break away from her until I touch it. It’s thick and feels so precious beneath the roughness of my skin.
Destiny is pure and perfect.
I would destroy her. I’m too fucked up for something so fucking wonderful.
“I should go back inside,” she whispers. “I’m tired and have to get up early tomorrow for therapy.”
“I’ll walk you back.”
She puts on her coat and boots, and then I guide her back to the cabin. Unfortunately, I don’t get a kiss good night like Weston got. I do get a quick hug, though.
When I return, Wild is leaning against the RV, arms crossed. He’s still pissed at me, understandably so.
“What were you really doing?” he demands, eyes flashing angrily in the moonlight. “Drugs?”
I recoil at his accusations. “No. I just needed to get away from everything.”
“You’re lying.”
“Wild,” I growl. “I didn’t go looking for drugs and I didn’t use. Back off, man.”
He’s tense, gaze boring into me, searching for the tiniest hint of a lie. I’m not lying about that. But I’m also not telling him where I went or why. Not looking to brawl with my friend. We just got back on speaking terms.
I pick up the long stick that’s leaned against the RV and motion for him to follow me inside.
After shedding our coats, I sit at the table with him.
He watches me with interest as I carve the stick.
I’ve been working on it for a few days. It’s smooth in all the right places and I’ve been adding intricate details, especially around the top where your hand goes.
“She lay in your bed all night,” he says, dipping his head and frowning. “I heard her crying a few times.”
Can he lay the guilt on any thicker? I’m suffocating in it.
“It won’t happen again,” I tell him and hope I mean it.
“Good.” The tension bleeds from him and a smile tugs at his lips. “Want to get shitfaced?”
Yes.
“Nah, I’m good.”
He chuckles. “I could invite some people over. It’ll be fun. Lila has been talking to Talia about you nonstop.”
It’s pretty fucked up that I’d rather kiss my little sister than screw around with Lila.
Which is exactly why I need to do it.
“Yeah. Sounds fun.”
More like torture, but I think I need this since finding Evan was a bust.
“Oh, and when were you going to tell me Dez’s boy toy was Weston Simmons?”
I scowl at him. “You know him?”
“Yeah. Ran into him a bunch this past semester in classes and at parties. Something about him makes my eye fucking twitch. No one’s that nice.”
This makes me grin. I’ll drink to that.
This was a good idea. Lila and Talia have the giggles, which has me grinning so much my jaw hurts. Wild is getting sloshed and keeps sucking on Talia’s neck. Her flesh is marred with at least fifteen hickeys, but she’s drunk and doesn’t seem to care.
“Sit on my lap, gorgeous,” Wild tells Talia. “I want to hold you.”
“Are you guys together?” I ask, unable to determine what their relationship is.
“Friends with benefits,” Talia purrs as she slides over his thighs. “Wild is always up for a good time and doesn’t bug me for more.”
Lila laughs, but it sounds forced. Since she’s not throwing herself all over me, I’m guessing she’s not a fan of the friends with benefits gig they have going on.
Honestly, neither am I. Fooling around sounds hot and exciting, but not if I’m not completely interested in the person I’m doing it with.
Could I force myself?
Lila is pretty. Yes, her lips are thinner than I apparently like, but her big blue eyes are expressive and her laugh is contagious. I’m an idiot for not trying to get with her.
Maybe I could fuck my sister out of my brain while inside Lila.
My cock stiffens. This could work.
The world spins slightly when I move my head, chasing the sound of something jangling. Wild, not at all discreet, is unfastening his jeans. Talia leans forward on the table as he grips her waist. Are they seriously going to fuck right here in front of us?
This gets my dick hard.
I rub at it to make sure it’s actually awake and ready to play.
Lila slides her hand over mine and squeezes.
Since this feels good, I tilt my head back and groan.
This emboldens her because she pushes my hand away to rub at me through my jeans.
Her lips find my neck and her tongue darts out to lick my flesh, sending a spear of fire straight to my cock.
“Wild,” Talia moans.
I bring my head back down and open my eyes. Wild’s hands squeeze Talia’s tits through her sweater and they both grunt. They’re totally fucking in front of us. I kind of wish I could see a little better.
Or… I could get my own show in my room.
“Want to go to my bed?” I ask, turning my head to face Lila.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Hurry.”
I scoot out of the booth and charge for the back, bumping into the bathroom door on the way and making my shoulder smart with pain. I’m thankful I washed my sheets this morning. I’d be a total asshole to bring a girl onto blankets I already came over while thinking of another girl.
We don’t bother closing the door before our mouths crash to each other’s. Lila kisses me eagerly, hand stroking my cock through my jeans. I grab at her hoodie, yanking it over her head. Her tits are pretty big and spill out of her black bra. It’s sexy as fuck.
“Can I suck your dick, handsome?”
Fucking yeah.
She unbuttons my jeans and pushes the zipper down. “Take these off and lie down. Let me make you feel good.”
I tear off my shirt and then shove off my jeans. After divesting myself of my boxers, I fall onto my bed on my back. Lila unhooks her bra and frees her tits. Her nipples are pink and enormous. I wonder what they taste like.
She prowls onto the bed and kisses my mouth. Then she trails kisses down to my belly button. Her hand curls around my cock and she squeezes it.
“Yummy,” she murmurs before circling my tip with her tongue.
I close my eyes and an image of Evan flashes there. Evan on his knees. Evan’s mouth. Evan gagging on my long, thick cock slipping down his throat. But when I reopen them, it’s still Lila.
My cock softens and I tense up.
This can’t happen right now.
I squeeze my eyes shut, refusing to look at her as she licks the length of my shaft along the underside. The sensation feels good, but the fire in my veins is starting to cool.
What am I doing?
I don’t even like this girl.
“Lila,” I murmur. “We should stop.”
“What? Do you not like how I’m doing it?”
The poor girl starts sucking in earnest, forcing herself to swallow down my cock. My erection is at half-mast at best. I’m burning hot with humiliation. Still, she strokes and sucks as if she can wake it back up so it’ll play with her.
You were pretty damn hard when you had your sister pinned to this bed…
My cock jolts, and Lila moans as if she’s pleased with her efforts that seem to be working. Maybe I can get through this by focusing on Destiny. A secret fantasy.
I pop my eyes open, forcing myself to look at the woman trying her hardest to pleasure me. I’m a fucking monster. Who the hell does that to a nice person like Lila?
“Hey,” I grunt, touching the side of her head. “You can stop.”
“I don’t want to,” she says, indignant. “I can get you off. It’s probably just the alcohol. I’ve known guys who’ve had this happen before. We can be patient.”
I close my eyes, trying to think of Lila’s big tits and staying present with her, but it doesn’t work. My cock is soft and useless as a rubber dog toy in her hand. The harder she tries, the more embarrassed both of us get.
Finally, she pulls away and shoots me a questioning look. “Should we try to fuck instead?”
I swallow hard and shake my head. “Can we sleep instead? We can cuddle.”
Thankfully, this softens the blow of my inability to be able to fuck this girl.
“Okay, yeah. I think we should get dressed, though.” She gives me an awkward smile. “No more pressure that way.”
Five minutes later, we’re clothed and under my covers in the dark.
Lila lies with her head on my shoulder and palm on my chest. Neither of us speaks as we listen to Wild and Talia go at it for a second time.
The entire RV is rocking. She demands that he spank her and he dutifully obeys. The smacking echoes all the way to us.
This time, their antics don’t have the magical pull on my cock.
It’s asleep, with no signs of waking.