Chapter 26 #3
Between the company, school, and the Brotherhood, it feels like our lives are always constantly on the go.
Callie is telling us stories about her time in London, but my attention is solely on Lola. She watches her friend with a grin that reaches from ear to ear. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this happy before.
I’m glad Callie moved back and that these two became friends. It pissed me off that people in our school were so self-absorbed that they couldn’t give Nola the time of day.
We might have made sure people left her alone, but that's the thing. She was already alone.
When I think about being a kid, all I remember is my time with her.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I weren’t a part of one of the original families. If I were just a normal rich kid, and the only expectation was to work for my father.
While other teenagers were partying and drinking, we were doing fucked up tests and trials to prove our loyalty to the Brotherhood.
What if we never had to tell Lola we had to stop being friends?
Would we have fought over her? Or would the three of us be with her?
Laughter pulls me out of my own head. Nola and Callie are dancing around the fire, music playing in the background.
The guys and I each sit with a beer in hand, the buzz of my high stronger after my second joint.
“It’s almost midnight, and it’s New Year’s Eve!” Garrett sing-songs.
The girls stop and spin around. “Really?” Callie grins. She runs over to a bag she brought out and proceeds to hand everyone noise makers.
“No.” Jasper hands it back to her.
Sylas takes it. “Lighten up.” Sylas blows it in his face, the sound making Jasper wince.
“Ready?” Callie calls out.
She and Nola start to count down. “Ten, nine, eight…”
I watch as Nola grins ear to ear, and I think about how much she’s grown, how much she's changed.
“Seven, six, five…”
She might never be mine, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish she could be.
“Four, three, two, one! Happy New Year!” Callie and Nola blow out the noise maker. Sylas and Garrett laugh. And I even see Jasper’s lip twitch.
For a moment, I think that this could be our lives.
Then I’m reminded why we’ve denied ourselves this girl.
I hate the man I’ve become because it’s the man who isn’t allowed to have her. I hate that my sexual preferences make me sick and fucked in the head.
One by one, everyone goes back into the house. Callie and Nola head upstairs to get ready for bed, and Garrett leaves.
Sylas says he’s going to stay downstairs and clean up while Jasper excuses himself to make some calls.
I make my way upstairs, finding Nola leaving Callie’s room and heading down the hallway to the bathroom.
I follow behind her and slip inside after her.
“Wesley?” she gasps, eyes widening in surprise.
Closing the door. I shove her up against it, my hand cupping the back of her head as I lower mine until my lips crash against hers.
Her sweet little whimper nearly breaks me.
I’m not sure what I’m doing, what possessed me to follow her here and do this. But as her lips part for me, letting me thrust my tongue inside her mouth and over hers, I don’t fucking care.
Gripping her hip, I growl against her lips as I pull her lower half to me, letting her feel how hard I am for her. How crazy she fucking makes me.
I’m breaking my self-control for just a little bit. But boy am I holding back.
The thought of grabbing a handful of her hair, hearing her cry out as I shove her to her knees, forcing her to choke on my cock, rushes through my mind as our kisses grow punishing.
She fists my shirt, pulling me closer.
She tastes like sin and temptation of the sweetest kind.
I want nothing more than to fucking ruin her right now, and I know if I don’t break this kiss, if I don’t walk away, I’m going to do just that.
Pulling back, I leave her panting heavily. She looks up at me with lust-filled eyes and swollen lips.
She blinks a few times, like she can’t wrap her head around what just happened.
Hell, neither can I.
I fucked up, I let myself slip.
She’s not mine. She never will be. But I can’t bring myself to regret this. Because I don’t.
What I do regret is not being able to shove her against this door and take her like the savage I am.
“What was that?” she whispers, releasing my shirt to cover her lips with her fingers.
“Everyone should have a New Year's kiss, shouldn’t they?” I grin. “Happy New Year, Nola,” I murmur.
Stepping away from her, I grab the door handle and pull it open. She moves, letting me leave the bathroom without a word.
I head to my room and close the door. Stripping down to my boxers, I climb into bed.
I’m hard as a rock. Pulling my cock free, I wrap my hand around myself and stroke my length until I’m cumming all over my chest to the thoughts of Nola on her knees, gagging on my cock as tears stream down her cheeks and snot runs down her nose.
It’s fucked up that I want her fear, her pain. But I also want to make her come undone for me, over and over again.
Just because it won’t ever happen doesn’t stop the sick little fantasies that live inside my head.