Chapter 23 Midnight Snack
Midnight snack
Scarlett
Still straddling Michael, my palms on the bed on either side of his head, and I looked down at him, feeling like he was hiding something about the phone call from my father.
But before I could ask him, Kellin walked into my room to take over, since the four of them were taking turns watching over me.
I felt pathetic. I didn't want their help.
I didn't need help from anyone. I always figured my own shit out and nobody ever helped.
But they were stubborn men with obsessive attitudes and possessive tendencies.
They were the type who looked out for women and children.
I knew they wouldn't leave no matter how much I fought them.
So I didn't fight it, but I made sure they knew I wasn't happy.
Kellin walked up behind me at the end of the bed, and pulled my hips back so my ass fit perfectly against him.
I noticed Michael shoot him a look over my shoulder, so I remained alert, not wanting to be caught off guard by one of their stunts.
Kellin took his belt off and pulled my arms behind my back, wrapping the cool, black leather around my wrists so I can't move my hands.
He bit the side of my neck and growled, and slowly Michael got up and scooted towards me, mischief written all over his face. As I began to move away, Kellin wrapped my pigtails around his fist and violently yanked my head backwards so we were looking at each other upside down.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he breathed heavily, stroking my cheek with his tattooed knuckles.
Micheal leaned in closer, his fingers locking around my jaw. He squeezed hard, forcing my mouth to open, and he shoved a handful of pills into my mouth. He grabbed the liquor bottle and held it to my lips, tipping it back so the vodka filled my mouth and helped the pills slide down my throat.
"Good girl," he said, grazing my cheek with the back of his hand.
I rolled my eyes as i swallowed the pills. When he knew they were gone, Michael got up and put his sweats back on. He went to the window and opened it, lighting a blunt that stunk up the whole room. I coughed, though very accustomed to weed; this was hitting me differently.
"I'm hungry, and I can't deal with this smoke," I told Kellin, who pushed me onto the bed and stood over me.
"Let's go to the kitchen then," he said winking, and my stomach fluttered with anticipation.
He propped me onto the counter and slid between my legs, cupping my face in his hands. His mouth was on mine before I could speak, but I leaned into the kiss and could feel myself melting on the inside.
Kellin deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his body against mine, the warmth radiating from him felt like a shield against the chaos swirling around us.
My heart raced, and for a moment, I let myself forget about the pills, the smoke, even the looming presence of Michael watching from the corner as the air filled with the scent of green.
As Kellin pulled back, his eyes sparkled with mischief, and I couldn’t help but smile, momentarily swept away by the intensity of the moment. “I’ll handle the kitchen,” he said with a sly grin. “You just sit tight.”
Before I could respond, he hopped off the counter and headed towards the fridge. I watched him, the way he moved so effortlessly, every step oozing confidence. I couldn’t deny I was drawn to them, these two polar opposites, both asserting their own brands of control in the midst of my chaos.
“Have you ever had a midnight snack that changed your life?” Kellin called out, rummaging through the fridge. “Prepare yourself.”
Michael, still leaning against the wall with the blunt in one hand, chuckled, “You’re not making gourmet here, Kellin. It’s just junk food.”
“Sometimes, junk food is what you need,” he said, waving a box of pizza that had been sitting in the fridge. “What do you want? Slices or...”
“Just slice it up, please,” I interrupted, my eyes still on him. But there was something off in my stomach, a mix of nervous energy and a hint of discomfort with how quickly things were escalating.
Kellin worked quickly, putting the pizza in the microwave and returning to me a moment later, leaning his forearms on the counter, his face inches from mine.
“You know,” he started, his voice low and teasing, “you could just let us take care of you. Just tonight. No fighting.” His words dripped with a challenge wrapped in warmth.
I met his gaze with defiance. “I’m not an object you can take care of.”
He raised an eyebrow, almost impressed. “Maybe not. But you’re here, and we are, too. Just relax, will you?”
I opened my mouth to argue, but the pizza beeped, cutting off my response. As Kellin moved to grab the steaming slices, Michael stepped closer, smoke still curling around him in lazy tendrils. “We’re not trying to control you. We just… want to help.”
I didn’t reply, biting my lip as Kellin placed a slice in front of me. The melted cheese glistened, and I couldn’t resist taking a bite, the flavor igniting my taste buds. It was delicious but overshadowed by the complexity of the emotions swirling within me.
Kellin watched me closely, scanning my face for a reaction. “See? Told you. Life-changing.”
“Right. Because this is what I needed,” I muttered with a roll of my eyes, but I couldn’t deny that despite everything, I was grateful—grateful for the distraction, grateful for the warmth between us.
Three pairs of eyes, each with their own desires, were fixated on me now, testing the boundaries of something neither of us had fully understood yet.
All I could feel was the fluttering in my chest, and against my better judgment, I let the tension shift, allowing myself to enjoy this moment, just for a little while longer.
Kellin grabbed me and laid me onto the table, spreading my legs and lifting my shirt to expose the rest of me. He began his descent of kisses down my chest to between my legs, and he spread me open even wider, using his tongue to tease my entrance.
I gasped, the sensation flooding my senses and taking over my thoughts.
It was as if the chaos around us had faded into a distant hum, leaving only the intoxicating warmth of his mouth against me.
I instinctively arched my back, urging him closer, wanting more, craving the connection that pulsed just beneath the surface.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I managed to whisper, even as my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his touches.
Kellin looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his teasing. “Just helping you relax, remember?” he replied, the heat of his breath sending shivers through my body.
The sound of laughter erupted from Michael, who had moved closer, intrigued by what was unfolding before him. “Looks like you’re doing a really good job at that, Kellin,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm but an undeniable hint of admiration.
I shot Michael a glare, torn between embarrassment and exhilaration.
Why was this happening? How had we gone from a stifling situation filled with unease to this raw, unrestrained electricity charging through the air?
Every moment felt like it was bending the rules, crossing boundaries I hadn’t even realized were here. But I didn’t want it to stop.
Kellin pulled away just enough to grip my waist, keeping my legs spread open, teasingly hovering just above me. “You’re beautiful when you let go,” he murmured, and that only added to the urgency tightening inside me.
“Let go…” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I was desperately searching for the courage to do just that.
Michael stepped around the table, tilting my chin so I could meet his burning gaze. “It’s okay to feel this,” he said softly, the depth of his voice wrapping around me like a warm blanket. “Nothing here is about control. It’s about trust, about letting us take care of you when you need it.”
Everything they were saying wrapped my mind in confusion, yet their alluring energy seemed to dissolve my hesitations one at a time.
Kellin returned to his previous position, his tongue sweeping over me again and sending waves of pleasure shooting through my core.
I lost myself in that moment—my senses heightened, feeling everything with an intensity I had never experienced before.
He worked me with diligence, igniting a fire inside of me that threatened to consume my very reason.
“More,” I gasped, pressing myself against him as if I could force my desires into reality.
Suddenly, Michael leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “That’s it. Just let us take care of you,” he whispered, his voice dark and throaty. I felt my breath hitch in response, the dual sensations overwhelming.
Just as the room filled with heat and tension, the door rattled, and my heart dropped. “Hey, what’s taking so long in there?” a familiar voice called from the hallway. I froze, the reality of the situation setting in, and panic coursed through my veins.
Kellin straightened abruptly, concern flickering in his eyes as he glanced toward the door. “Shit, we need to—”
“No! Don't stop” I interrupted. I shouldn’t want this to stop. This wasn’t just about physical desire. It was the liberation from my own suffocating thoughts.
“Then we won’t,” Michael promised firmly, and I could feel the weight of his words as if binding me in place.
Kellin exchanged a look with him, nodding slightly as though confirming a shared understanding. “Then let’s turn up the heat,” he said, teasing the line between restraint and abandon.
My heart raced as their intentions collided with my own desires, and I realized that I was no longer fighting them.
I was choosing this. Whatever this was, I wanted it.
The chaos of the outside world, the uncertainty of my own thoughts, all of it faded as I surrendered to the moment—embracing the thrill of being caught in their storm.