Chapter 7 #2
His fingers curve over the lace and he grunts when he can feel how wet I am already.
He pulls away and mumbles something into the skin of my neck as he sucks on the skin there, but there is no way I can focus enough to grasp the words, not when he’s marking up the skin on my neck and sliding his fingers through the mess I’ve already made.
He’s barely even started.
I decide that I can’t wait another damn second and I rip my own panties off so he’ll hurry the hell up.
Works like a charm.
His fingers are sliding over my slick skin and rubbing my clit before my panties even hit the floor. Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t want to think about the number of girls he must have been with to find it that easy.
I’m going to come so fucking quick, the weeks of foreplay from them all priming me to just cream for him.
He’s still a fucking tease, and when my legs start to tremble and thrash on the bed he moves from my pulsing clit to slip a finger in, hooking it up to rub over my G spot. I nearly jolt off the damn bed.
“Fuck, Mounty. Do you want to come?”
I nod and whimper like a whore. He grins at me, pumping his finger into me before adding a second, groaning at the tight fit. It doesn’t hurt, but I’m probably going to knee him in the ribs if he tries for a third.
When I start to tremble, from sheer frustration at the orgasm that’s just out of reach, he finally moves to rub my clit again, tight, maddening circles, and I fucking shatter.
I come so hard I feel it run down his hand and my thighs, my head thrown back, his name ripped out of my chest in a gasp.
When I finally blink the stars out of my eyes, I find Blaise grinning at me like the cat that got the cream.
Well, he certainly got mine.
It takes me two tries to find some words. “I don’t think I can move.”
He laughs at me and if I could move, I’d shove a pillow over his smug face. He sits up to get off the bed, and I grab his arm.
“Mounty, I’m just gonna go jerk off in your bathroom. After that it’s not going to take me long.”
I blush like an idiot, but I tug him closer. “Do it here. I wanna watch.”
He quirks an eyebrow up at me like he wasn’t expecting that at all and, honestly, I wasn’t expecting to say it either, but I don’t want him to leave.
He kisses me again, distracting me so I miss his hand sliding into his boxers, but when he grunts against my lips, I break away to rest my forehead on his chest and look down.
Holy fucking shit.
Okay, I’m now a little nervous about having sex with any of them because Blaise is probably the same size as Harley and, sweet fucking lord, how the hell is that going to fit in me?
My mind wanders to Ash, because he’s the only one I haven’t gotten this close to yet, but Annabelle’s taunts stick in my head about the extra inches he has. Fuck.
Blaise’s eyes are glued somewhere between my nipples and the wet mess on my thighs so he misses the little moment of panic I have as he grunts and comes all over his fist.
Fuck.
That’s a good look.
Blaise recovers a bit quicker than me, his face flushed and sweaty and fucking stunning, and he wipes his hand on his discarded shirt. I wrinkle my nose at him and he laughs at me, rolling off the bed to throw it in our laundry basket and wash his hands.
I still can’t move.
It only makes him laugh harder, but I grin back at him, happy to finally see him without the gloom wrapped around him he’s been carrying since he showed up in the Bay.
He helps me back into my shirt and then tucks us both into bed, switching the light off. I settle onto his chest, surprised to find myself close to sleep already. My eyes drift shut, and he rubs circles on my back.
“Promise me you won’t let Avery cut my dick off.”
I blink at him, but it’s too dark to really see if he’s being serious. “What?”
“I asked her to stay back at our room with Ash and Harley, so we could have the room to ourselves for the night. She’s just messaged back to say she knew I’d be the one to christen her knife. Mounty, I can’t live without my dick.”
Smothering a laugh in his chest, I fall asleep before I can think of a good enough reply.
By some miracle, I wake to the smell of coffee.
Prying my eyes open and finding Avery wafting a cup under my nose proves that I’ve somehow managed to receive a divine blessing, and the two functioning brain cells I have help me to plaster a smile on my face as I take the cup with a murmured ‘thank you’.
I hum happily, single-minded as I gulp down the sweet, sweet life-giving liquid, so I almost choke to death when Avery says, oh-so-sweetly, “And anything for your bedfellow this morning?”
Jesus.
Fuck.
Hacking up a lung, I almost forget the cup of piping hot coffee in my hand as I sit up.
Thank fuck we put at least a little clothing back on last night before we fell asleep, except that I am only wearing my shirt and it won’t cover my entire ass.
My entire body is on fire and not in a good way as I brave a look at Avery.
She smiles at me, a teasing light in her eyes that says I’m not getting out of this unscathed.
“I think he’d rather sleep in,” I croak and shift around to try and figure out how to get out of the bed without her noticing my bare ass.
“Exhausted, is he? Big night?” she coos, and I give up, swinging my legs out and preparing to run for the bathroom, bare ass be damned!
She cackles at me like a witch as I scurry across the room, locking the door firmly behind me so I can take a second to breathe. I take my time in the shower, washing my hair just to buy a little extra time to unscramble my brain.
Zero regrets, obviously, but I can’t say I’m not feeling some type of way about it all now.
It’s definitely not shame, or even embarrassment, and my feelings for Blaise have only gotten stronger.
Hmm. Not stronger, maybe clearer is a better word to describe it.
It’s like there are all of these unknowns in my relationships with each of them that aren’t stopping me from wanting them, but I also can’t entirely ignore them either, and last night, with Blaise at least, I figured one of them out.
Namely, that Blaise Morrison knows exactly how to make me come, cared way more about getting me off than he did about himself, and even naked, he looks fucking unreal. My god, there are a dozen girls back in the Bay who would weep just to hear the details of my night.
Just as my smug-bitch level hits an all-time high, I hear the door to our room open and close as someone else arrives and my bubble bursts.
Fuck. I guess this is the first real test of our relationship, and even the shower can’t drown out the voice in the back of my mind that tells me there’s no way they’re actually happy with me, or that I’m worth the hassle of sharing.
When I can’t put it off any longer, I finally emerge from the bathroom—where I had thankfully some clothes stashed away—to find Blaise is still out cold and snoring in my bed, an arm thrown over his head.
Avery is in the kitchen humming under her breath while she cooks a mountain of pancakes, and Ash is sitting at the breakfast bar on one of the stools with a cup of coffee that he’s gulping down like his life depends on it.
When he hears the door, he turns to offer me a cup, no hesitation or judgment.
I let out a breath and nod, sliding into the stool next to his easily.
He sets my cup in front of me, then glances at his sister to check her back is still turned before he kisses me.
Even with the check, he uses a little too much tongue considering she’s three steps away, but I’m a lost cause and get swept up in him regardless.
He breaks away from my lips, smirking at the dazed look I give him, but his brain appears to be working just fine.
“Enjoy this while it lasts, Mounty. Harley just finished up at the pool, he’s on his way here to eat and then we’re working on assignments until my track meet.
Avery is getting twitchy about biology already so she’s cooking her frustrations out. ”
I mean, pancakes aren’t my favorite, but I’ll never complain about a home-cooked breakfast, especially when Avery’s the one making it. Plus, I could eat fifty of them right now, I’m that hungry.
With a withering look over her shoulder, Avery snarks back at Ash, “Why do we always have to cut up dead things? It’s disgusting.”
He scoffs at her, shaking his head. “Too bad you’re not paired with the Mounty; Harley told me word on the street says her hand is the steadiest.”
I elbow him in the ribs while Avery laughs.
We get set up on the table, pancakes and assignments spread out around us, and eat while we wait for Harley.
I refuse to wake Blaise and I don’t mention that it’s because I know the real torture will start the moment he does.
Ash and I dig into our meal with reckless abandon, but Avery is clearly distracted as she pokes and prods at hers, her mind on her phone more than her food.
When she looks up, I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“Joey has moved to my father’s estate in Washington. He has a new dealer and he’s already causing problems there.”