Chapter 27 #4
“As if you have any room to talk,” I snarl. “Did you fuck with Nola on New Year’s?”
Wesley raises a brow, wondering how I found out. Then his brows furrow. “She told you?”
“She told me you made out with her and she fucking jerked you off.”
Wesley’s lip curls into a smug grin. “Yeah, she did.” He chuckles. “Was pretty fucking hot. Didn’t know my Little Rabbit had it in her.”
“What?” Sylas glares at Wesley. “You got to touch her? How the fuck is that fair? I had to go jerk off in the men's bathroom like some pathetic loser.”
“Really?” Garrett huffs out a laugh. “That’s rough, man.”
“Shut up.” Sylas flips him off.
“How do you know any of this?” Wesley asks. “When did Nola tell you this?”
“I just dropped her off, and she spilled your dirty little secrets. Wanna explain why you did exactly what we agreed not to do?”
“Why were you with Nola?” Sylas asks.
“That’s none of your business,” I snarl.
Wesley grins wider, and I want to punch that smug grin from his stupid face. “You broke the rules too, didn’t you?” Wesley laughs. “You fucking hypocrite.”
“Shut up.” My voice shakes because I’m on the verge of losing it.
“He totally did. What the fuck, man? You wanna get mad at us, but you’re doing the same thing?” Sylas demands.
“I don’t know why you three don’t just claim the girl as yours. You’re all clearly obsessed with her. You want her. So why not take her?” Garrett asks.
“We have our reasons,” I reply.
“Jasper thinks we’re too fucked in the head when it comes to our sexual preferences, and he doesn’t want us to corrupt her pure as white soul. So he’s banned us from ever being with her.”
Garrett’s eyes widen before he bursts out laughing.
“What the fuck is so funny?!” I demand, his laughter pissing me off.
“You guys are ridiculous. You should give the girl the benefit of the doubt. You might have known her for years, but you don’t actually know her. Maybe try that before making these big life-altering decisions.”
“What the hell do you know?” I ask him.
“I don’t.” Garrett holds his hands up in defence. “I’m just saying, don’t judge a book by its cover. Actually, open it up and read it. You never know, there could be a plot twist you never expected."
“What the hell is this asshole going on about?” Wesley asks.
“I don’t know.” I wave him off. “I’m lifting the ban.”
“On Nola?” Sylas asks hopefully.
“No,” I snarl. “On not fucking-other-women. I’m lifting it. Mardi Gras is next week. We’ve got some making up to do.”
“Fuck yeah!” Sylas crows. “I could suck your dick right now. I'm so grateful.”
“You sure you're not gay?” Garrett asks, smirking at Sylas. “There you go with the dick sucking again. If you want it that bad, just go for it.” He thrusts his hips forward.
“Put your dick anywhere near me and I’ll fucking cut it off.” Sylas grins.
I’ve been on edge since the realization that a few of the girls who wound up dead somehow had a connection to us.
At first, I thought it was a rival organization initiating some kind of attack on the Brotherhood by trying to frame us as sloppy serial killers, but then bodies started showing up that held no relevance to us.
Still, I didn’t want to risk it and had banned the guys and me from messing with any women until the murders started to die down.
The thing is, they haven’t. This Butterfly Killer has killed six more people making their total around ten.
The guys are right, we can’t live like this forever. And at this point, I don’t even care if we get these girls killed. If it really is Roscoe, then I’ll give him the war he wants. I’m not going to run and hide.
Plus, it’s clear we need to start losing ourselves in women again. It’s the only thing that will keep us from that pull Nola has on us.
Leaving the three of them, I head up to the room that I stay in while I’m at Sylas’ place. I really should move in here like Wesley did. It makes sense. I’m hardly ever home. Mom and Dad travel a lot. There's no point in having to go back there for only a change of clothes.
Once I’m in the room, I take off my jacket, tossing it on the chair before pulling my shirt off.
I get rid of my pants and boxers next, before running a hot shower. Stepping under the spray, I close my eyes and let my mind replay tonight's events.
Nola’s sweet moans as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. The way she soaked my hand as she broke apart at my command. Her lust-filled eyes boring into mine, begging for more.
I wanted to lay her out on my bike and feast on that sweet cunt until she was sobbing for me to stop, only for me to keep going until she passed out from cumming over and over again all over my fucking face.
I wrap my hands around my cock, jerking myself with rough strokes until my knees threaten to buckle, and I’m cumming hard all over the shower wall. “Fuck!” I roar as my heart pounds, and my balls throb. Thick ropes of cum shoot free, and I don’t stop until every last drop is drained from my body.
I fucked up tonight. I let myself get too close to my biggest temptation. I won’t let that happen again.