Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
It’s been one and a half days since Zara hung up on me.
I didn’t bother trying to call her back.
I figured I’d give her time to cool down and forget I was an ass—although my intentions were good.
I don’t think smoking weed is helping her with her depression like she thinks it is.
Everything I’ve read says weed is a downer. It’s not a good mix with depression.
I hung out with the guys all day yesterday, since I blew them off on Saturday to go and run errands with Roman.
The errand we had to run? Getting money out of some asshole who owed Uncle G.
It’s not difficult, but it is messy. Which is why we took the guy out to the distillery.
There’s a shed on the property that the family uses for purposes that have nothing to do with making whiskey.
Zara’s car is already in the parking lot by the time I pull up. I don’t want to go looking for her, but I already know I will be. I just need to see her. That’s it. I don’t need to talk to her, just get eyes on her so I can see that she’s still in one piece.
If she wants to talk, she can come to me. I’m not the one who hung up on our call. I’m not going to chase her down if she doesn’t want to be around me. I’m not that desperate.
Scratch that, I am desperate to see her, to touch her. But I’m not going to allow myself to be that person. I won’t be a puppy following her around everywhere, begging for scraps of her attention. Even if that’s exactly what I’ve been doing up until this moment.
I check my phone as I walk around the main building, where the guys and I usually meet up.
Cara is starting at that preppy girls school today.
She still hasn’t told our parents why she came back or why she wants to attend an all-girls school.
It’s a lot, being the only one to know what happened.
She’s my sister, though, and there’s nothing I won’t do for her.
There are no messages from her so I’m going to take that as a sign that she’s fine. Still, I send her a quick text to check in.
Me:
You good? You’re going to be great. Make new friends today. You’re likeable. It will be easy for you to do.
She doesn’t text back so I pocket my phone and lift my head. The moment I do, I’m like a deer caught in headlights. Zara. It takes a moment for my brain to register what she’s doing, and then I snap.
Storming up to her, I snatch the blunt from her hand. “What the fuck are you doing?” I throw the blunt on the ground and stomp it out with my shoe.
“I was enjoying that,” Zara says.
“No.”
“What?”
“I said no. You don’t get to smoke, Zara. I know you think it’s helping you but it’s not.”
“Yeah, how would you know? I happen to like it. And last I checked, you weren’t my dad,” she fires back.
“Yeah? Want me to ring your actual dad and see how he feels about his little princess getting stoned before school?” I raise a brow at her.
“Go ahead. I’ll just tell him you gave it to me. He already hates you. He forbade me to even talk to you. So, sure, dig that grave he’s got you in deeper.”
“He forbade you?” I ask. I knew her father wasn’t a fan. But to tell her she can’t talk to me? That’s fucked up.
“Yep, he saw you drop me off and he saw you kiss me.”
“Well, that’s fucked and I couldn’t care less what your father thinks. You are mine, Zara, and I’m not about to let you disappear into fucking drugs.”
“That’s rich coming from you. You’re the one who gave me my first joint, Ares,” she says.
“That was years ago, and this is different. It’s not helping you, Zara. You have to stop,” I tell her.
“I need it.” Her voice quietens and her shoulders slump forward slightly, as if all the fight has left her body.
“No you don’t.”
“It helps me quiet my brain, Ares.”
“If you need help, you come and find me. There are other ways to give you a high that don’t require drugs.”
“How?” she asks, her brows drawn down.
Looking over my shoulder to make sure we’re alone, I step closer to her, pushing her flush against the wall. “I can make you feel better than that shit ever could.” My fingers find the hem of her skirt, sneaking underneath the fabric. “Want me to make you feel good, Zara?”
She nods her head, and that’s the cue I need to continue my exploration.
“When you need an escape from whatever thoughts are running through your brain, you come and find me. I will help you. Anytime of the day, I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before,” I whisper into her ear as my mouth peppers kisses up and down the crook of her neck.
My fingers reach the apex of her thighs, snaking underneath her panties. They slide right through her wet folds.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Sorry,” she says.
“Don’t be. It’s a good thing.” The tips of my fingers slowly explore her, pressing down on her clit and rubbing lightly.
Zara moans, wrapping her arms around my neck. She holds my body tight against hers.
I glide my hand lower, find her entrance, and push two fingers inside her, pulling them out and sliding them back in again.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock.
You’re so fucking tight.” My teeth bite down into the flesh of her shoulder.
“So hot,” I growl as I start pumping my fingers in and out of her faster.
The pad of my thumb presses against her clit, and Zara starts moving her hips, rubbing herself against my hand.
“That’s it. I want you to come for me, P. I want to see you explode. I want to feel it all over my hand.”
“Oh god,” she cries out, and I cover her mouth with mine, pushing my tongue in and swallowing her sounds. Our tongues explore each other as my fingers pump harder.
The walls of her pussy contract, and her body seizes up. She’s about to come. I pull away from her mouth and scan her face. I want to see it.
“Open your eyes, P,” I tell her.
When her eyes open and connect with mine, there is so much emotion in them. So much is said in this one look. No words are needed.
Her mouth parts, and then her head tilts backwards as her pussy grips my fingers, sucking them in and holding them hostage as an orgasm rips through her.
I wait until she’s ridden out the very last wave of pleasure before removing my fingers from her body.
Bringing them to my nose, I inhale the scent she’s left behind and then suck the two digits into my mouth, cleaning her essence from them.
“So fucking good.” I smirk at the shocked look on her face. “Tell me that didn’t feel better than the weed?”
“Definitely better.” Zara smiles. “But you’re not always around, Ares. I can’t just call you up and say: Hey, feel like giving me an orgasm right now?”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s weird. I can’t do that.”
“You can do that. Call me anytime or send me a message. It’s what boyfriends are for, Zara, pleasuring their girlfriends. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you unsatisfied?”
“When did you become my boyfriend?” she counters.
“A long time ago, P. You’re just catching up with the program now.” I lean in and press my lips to hers. “Don’t make plans for after school. I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise. If I told you, it wouldn’t be.”
She’s going to hate what I have planned. I have no doubt. But I have to do this. It’s only going to help her in the end. Help us.