Chapter 10 #2
Now that the club is empty, I pull Peyton into a nearby hallway, pushing her flush against a blank wall.
“But do you like me more?” I tease lowly.
“Maybe.” She bites her lip, grinning.
“How much more?”
“I’m not sure,” she grins.
There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t do this, but I convince myself that it’s harmless play and doesn’t mean shit in the grand scheme of things.
“Let me help you with your decision making,” I say as I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs while never taking my eyes off of her.
“Blake, is the door locked?”
“Nobody’s walking in here, and even if they did, I don’t mind if they watch.”
“Well, I do!” she giggles until I slide my fingers inside her panties and find a warm and wonderfully wet surprise–desire.
“I think you like the idea of someone walking in here and catching me filling this wet pussy with my fingers, then my thick cock, and later my tongue to soothe it from the beating I just put on it.”
“Your mouth is so dirty,” she moans as my fingers start working her pussy with careful precision.
“You like that shit though, don’t you, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” she moans, her palms splayed against the wall beside her spread thighs.
I rip the side of her panties and toss them to the ground.
“Open wider, baby,” I tell her. “Spread those legs for me.”
I bend down on my knees, slide my hands behind her ass, and feast on a cunt that tastes like pure heaven.
“Fuck, Blake–”
“I know,” I say against her skin. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
When her ass starts to vibrate, I know she’s close to coming.
“Yes, Blake,” she cries. “So fucking good.”
I lift her thighs across my shoulders and stand, sliding her body higher against the wall. She grips my hair tightly to hold on, which only makes my dick harder, aching for her.
When she comes, it’s as if a majestic being is being lit from within. She beams with sunlight as her cries echo in the hallway.
I slow my hurried pace down, knowing that her clit is sensitive, and softly lap at her core as she comes down.
Her body starts to relax, so I lower her down before she falls off my shoulders like one big, floppy, satiated noodle.
The panties are ruined, but I hand her the jeans and do my best to pretend that my dick isn’t weeping for her, waiting for its own release.
“Can I do the same for you?” She flirts, making a beeline for my belt buckle, but I stop her.
“We’ve already wasted too much time,” I say, wiping the corner of my mouth. “It’s time to call my sister.”
Peyton doesn’t protest, although I know she’s confused and maybe disappointed by my behavior. I add it to my list of sins, knowing that denying myself the pleasure she wants to give me is probably a just punishment.
“Hey, big head,” Talia answers immediately. "Tell me you didn't just agree to something stupid."
"Define stupid."
"Blake—"
"Nico says Silas is planning to eliminate the Kingsley board tonight at the Christmas Gala, and eliminating Peyton is his backup plan. We need to be there, and we need to be ready for all the possibilities.”
Silence. Then: "You're trusting Nico?"
“I’m trusting what I know, and that is that Peyton is in serious danger from two crazy fucks with a shit ton of resources. We can’t show up and not be prepared.”
More silence. Then typing sounds. "Fine, but you’re not the only one who’s learned a thing or two from Silas. We go in with eyes wide open. Full security protocols. And if this is a trap, we get out. No fucking heroics. Agreed?"
“Sometimes I think you forget that I’m the oldest.”
“But I’m the smartest.”
“That’s never been proven.”
“My class valedictorian speech proves it. They barely have a picture of you in the damn yearbook.”
“Goodbye, Talia,” I grin to myself.
"I'll come to you after I’m done running some errands and bring you some of John’s spy goodies." She hangs up.
Peyton's watching me with those eyes that see too much. "She's worried about you."
"She's always worried about me. Comes with being my sister."
“The way you talk, I didn’t think you had anything good going for you in Wintervale, but I can tell you love your sister.”
Uh oh, she’s trying to figure me out.
“I have lots of shit here, good and bad. But, yeah, Talia is some of the good.”
"Blake." She moves closer, frames my face with her hands. "I need you to promise me something."
“Depends.”
"If tonight goes wrong, if Silas's plan works and we can't stop it, promise me you won't do anything heroic. Don't throw yourself in front of bullets meant for board members who wouldn't do the same for you." Her voice cracks. "I can't lose you. Not now. Not when I've just found you."
I pull her close, bury my face in her hair. "We're both walking out of that gala alive. That's the only acceptable outcome."
We stand like that for a long moment, holding each other, knowing that tonight changes everything.
For me.
For us.
For Wintervale.
"We should go," I finally say. “Talia’s coming by to get you ready.”
“I already have a dress.”
“This isn’t a dress, but just as important.”
We leave Frost & Flame hand in hand, walking toward a night that will either make us or destroy us.
The gala. The threat. The confrontation with Silas, Edmund, and everyone else who wants Peyton dead or controlled.
It's all coming to a head.
And I'm going to fight like hell to make sure we both survive it.
Because, to echo her words, whether I deserve it or not.
We just found it.