Alkaline

Chapter 12 Malcolm

Chapter twelve

Malcolm

Icouldn't get her out of my head. Blake, beautiful Blake with her long legs and dark hair that had that stunning green and eyes that I wanted to get drunk in.

The way her pussy tasted and how it gripped around my cock, how she gasped and how she laughed.

I missed it all. That night played in a constant loop in my head. It had only been a day but still.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” I huffed, rolling over in the oversized bean bag I was occupying at Ethan’s to look at him. I was glad he lifted the no contact rule after that night. I never knew why he had it in the first place. Three agonizing years of it.

“You're thinking about her. It's pissing me off.” Ethan grunted.

I blinked at him a few times before my lips twisted in a grin. “Not just her.” I crawled over, moving my hands between his spread legs, slanting myself between them. “I was also thinking about you and your cock in my ass.” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him but he didn't kiss back.

I threw my torso back dramatically. “Bugsy, come on, I miss her too, can't I at least, have you?” I pouted.

“No.” He growled.

“So, you can bring me back here and fuck me the rest of the night but that's it?” I ask, mouth falling open.

“Yup.” He popped the P.

“I feel so used.” I mock gasped. “So dirty, like a whore.”

Ethan grabbed my chin and squeezed, holding my mouth open. He leaned in and I thought he was going to kiss me for a second, but he spit in my mouth instead. My cock twitched with interest and I groaned.

I'm so fucked up.

“You are a whore.” He pushed me back as he stood up.

“Ethan…” I frowned but he kept on walking. “Hey!” I grabbed his wrist to stop him. “What gives. I know she's been texting you."

“I'm trying to decide something.” Ethan huffed, looking back at me.

“Decide what?” I let go of his wrist.

“If I want you both.”

I flinched and so did Ethan, realizing his words.

“Shit, that’s not—”

“I want her too and I'm not giving up on her.” I cut him off, voice firm.

Fuck Ethan Bunny and his issues. He didn't know if he fucking wanted me?

I've wanted no one else but him for years!

Blake was the exception, the attempt to move on.

I knew I wanted them both after last night. I didn't want to give him up.

“What?” He asked, tone turning icy.

“Yeah. I'm talking to my manager about her, to see if I can start dating. I have this whole plan to meet her as my– kk” His hand wrapped around my throat, choking me.

I should have seen it coming but it happened so fast. He had me pinned against the couch, back against the cushions, legs sprawled on the floor.

“I will literally fucking end you, Malcolm. Blake is off limits.” He seethed, his face inches from mine. I should be terrified but the only thing it did was make my cock harder.

“She wasn't last night when I was balls deep in her tight little pussy.” I goaded. I wanted to see what he'd do to me when pushed. Would he really hurt me?

Doubtful.

“I'm warning you.”

“You're not fucking scary.” I spat at his face.

He snarled, wiping the spit from his cheek and rubbed it over my face. “I know what you're doing, brat.”

“What's that?” I was pretty sure he had no idea this time. It wasn’t often I outsmarted Ethan. I kinda liked it.

“You're trying to get me to fuck you.”

“You fucking wish.” I laughed. “I'm nothing to you, remember?”

Ethan’s face took on a confused look. “Nothing?” He chuckled, deep and dark. “Is that what you think?”

“You said it!” I hissed, kneeing him in the side.

He grunted and tightened his hand around my throat. “Pretty boy, you make my world stop.” He said with a twinge of pain

“You said you didn't even know if you wanted me.” I hissed, leaning up, getting in his face. “So, get the fuck off me.”

“That doesn't make you nothing.” He said, releasing my throat and moving back.

“I'm not supposed to want you both. Wanting you got me in trouble.

I go crazy just from having anyone look at you for too long, Mal.

You've been mine since that day in high school.

We played it off for years, but you were.

I want to kill anyone that comes near you and I can't do that with you being a superstar. So, what am I supposed to do?”

“I don't give a damn!” I growled. “Either you want me or you don't. Fuck everything else.” I stood up. His words made my heart sore. The urge to kiss him overwhelmed me, to ride him even, but if he wasn’t sure then what was I even doing here?

I was being a brat again.

I turned to leave and it was his turn to grab my wrist.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“What, only you get to walk away?” I snapped. “I need coffee.”

Ethan sighed and checked his phone. “Come on. I know a place.” He took my elbow

“I'm not going anywhere with you. What place, you hate coffee?” I yanked my arm away. He didn't even know if he wanted me.

No, you're being a brat

I was. He told me I made his world stop.

“Malcolm…” Ethan huffed in annoyance. “Behave, just this once pretty boy.”

“Do you want me?” I asked, not letting myself get swept up in the name even though my legs were Jello already.

“I don't know why at the moment.” He pinched his nose and I laughed.

“And we both want Blake?” I questioned

“Yes.”

“Then let's go get her.” I grinned.

“Why do you think we're getting coffee?” He smirked, walking past me.

God help him if he changes his mind again.

It didn't take us long to get there, maybe twenty minutes or so by foot. I didn't know what Blake had to do with coffee, maybe she was meeting us? I hoped not because I was just in Ethan’s sweats and a black tee shirt.

Not something you meet your future girl in.

Ethan however, was dressed prepared for her, dark jeans and a Heather grey button up, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Two thoughts hit me at one. How much of a show off he was, and how badly I wanted to suck his dick right now.

“Order whatever you want.” He said.

“I should be the one paying for you, Bugsy. I have more money.”

“Let me treat you.” Ethan shrugged.

“Bugsy?” A woman asked behind us. Not just any woman.

Blake.

My Blake.

Our Blake. She was dressed in black and purple leggings and a matching tank top, her hair in a tight bun with small strands down to frame her face.

“Right on time.” Ethan murmured under his breath and smirked, turning. “Blake! Hey, can't get rid of the nickname, too many people call me that.”

Her face was as red as a tomato as she nodded. “Why is that?”

“His last name is Bunny and he loved Bugs Bunny as a kid.” I chuckled.

“Oh.” She looked a bit confused as her whiskey eyes looked me over, taking me in before looking back at Ethan like she had no idea who I was.

The fuck?

“This is my childhood friend, Malcolm.”

Oh shit. Right, she's never seen my face.

“Nice to meet you.” I said, holding out my hand for her. When she took it I brought her knuckles to my lips, giving them a gentle kiss.

She giggled, fuck how I loved that sound.

Ethan put a hand on my shoulder in what seemed like a friendly gesture but his grip was punishing. Jealous bastard.

“He's going to be staying with me for a while so I'm showing him around town. I didn't know you came here.”

Liar. Of course you knew. Stalker. Wait… “I'm staying with you?”

“Like you don't remember.” He chuckled, squeezing harder. “You're in town for a while.”

“Right.” I grimaced.

“I come everyday.” Blake smiled and turned to me. “If you like matcha, they have a really yummy one with strawberry cold foam here.”

“I'm a black coffee guy.” I shook my head. “Bugsy though, loves sweets.” I smiled.

“Stop with the nickname. We're not twelve.”

“I think it's cute.” Blake smiled, swaying happily.

“See, it's cute.” I teased.

“I'll end you.” He whispered lowly in my ear, making me shiver.

“You keep saying that.” I hummed and ordered my black coffee along with Blake's recommendation for Ethan. “Blake, go ahead and order too, let us treat you.” I said.

“Really?” She gasped, rocking onto the balls of her feet.

Ethan tracked her movement and so did I. She hurt her ankle yesterday. She shouldn't be doing that, it could reinjure. I wasn't supposed to know her though so I couldn't say anything.

“Yeah, let us take care of you.” Ethan said, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her in. I didn't miss the way she shuddered, and her face flushed or the shy timid smile and I doubt he did either. “How's the ankle?”

“O- okay." She stuttered. “Not too bad. Feels pretty good today. Still a little swollen but the pain isn't too bad.”

She is so fucking cute.

“Hurt ankle? Let Bugsy take a look, he's good with that sort of thing.” I said as she took my spot to order.

She ordered the same as Ethan, and I paid before E even had the chance.

Let me spoil you both.

He glared at me as we went to wait for our order and I just smiled brightly. I used my black card, call it a company expense.

“Care to sit with us, or do you have to go?” I asked, handing her drink when it was ready.

“Thanks. I have to go. I wish I could stay though. Um, rain check on you checking my ankle?” She said, our fingers brushing as she took the sweet treat from me and looked at E.

“Let me give you my number. Text me when you want me to look it over, the three of us can meet up again.”

The three of us? Score!

“Another time?” I asked, clearing my throat. I didn’t want her to go. My mind was screaming for her to stay.

“Definitely.” She breathed and looked at Ethan. “Do I… um, do we kiss?”

“Do you want to?” Ethan smirked.

“I'd like to.” She said, almost timid.

“I'd like that too.” He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled back with a hum, eyes closed, slowly blinking them open. “Is this a thing?”

“Yes.” Ethan rumbled. “Definitely a thing, Rosebud.”

She nodded. “I'll text you.”

“No kiss for me?” I pouted.

She tossed her head back in a laugh and squeezed my arm. “Sorry, you had to be there, and you weren't. “

“Bye Ethan!” She said as she left.

“Bye Rosebud.”

“But I was there.” I pouted at Ethan. “I was there!” I grabbed his arm, shaking it and sighed.

“I know, Mal. She doesn't though.” He pecked me quickly on the lips. “Gotta follow her, head back home alone?”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Stalker.”

“Talking dirty will get you nowhere.” He winked.

“She's already agreed to be yours.”

“It’s not enough.” He said, cupping my cheek. “She's, my obsession. A compulsion I can't quit. I need to see her or you at all times and right now my mind is screaming for her. Some prick I haven't tracked down hurt her and I haven't fixed it yet.”

Her or me but right now it needed to be her? Was I not enough for him if she wasn't around? “Do you even know where she went?” I looked away.

“Better not be Zumba on that fucking ankle.”

I was quiet for a minute. He was worried about her. That's why he wanted to watch her right now. It wasn’t that I wasn't enough. I could understand that. “Go get her.”