11. Shane #2
She sucks in a breath when I circle her clit. I run my other hand up the smooth pale expanse of her stomach before slipping my fingers under her top to palm her tit, and her lips pop open as I slip a finger into her. I pull back before adding another, and she rocks her hips. Her legs shake.
“Fuuuck, Nik. You should see how sexy you look riding my hand like that.”
She lets go of her legs to undo my pants before sliding down the band of my boxers and wrapping her hand around my cock. She strokes it, running her thumb over the head and across the metal piercing as I continue to curl my fingers inside her. My head falls back into the mud.
She flutters around my fingers, her hips freezing. A whimper breaks from her throat.
My thumb finds her clit, and I circle it as she comes.
Her hand keeps pumping, but her grip tightens.
When she licks her lips, takes a deep breath and drops her gaze to me, I pull my fingers from her pants.
She slides down my body, not taking her eyes from mine as her tongue darts out, flicking the tip of my cock.
I groan, and she takes me into her mouth.
She sucks and licks like she’s starving.
It’s easily the best blowjob of my life.
She works her hand around what she can’t fit in her mouth, and it only takes a few minutes for the pressure to build, but as I try to pull her off me, she shakes her head.
Her throat works as I come, groaning, “Nik—fuck…”
She pulls off me with a pop and wipes her mouth, and I think I might melt right into the ground.
She plops down beside me and grins. “Well, that was fun.”
I laugh.
I don’t know what to say, she’s probably the most incredible woman I’ve ever met, and I’m so fucked because there’s no way we can work. I’m a mess, and my sister will have my ass if I fuck over her friend.
What just happened is probably not going to help my situation, but fuck was it worth it.
“How long have you had your dick pierced?” she asks, buttoning her shorts.
Standing and fixing my clothes, I shrug and hold out a hand to help her up. “A year, maybe? I don’t know. I was fucked up. The guy doing it might have been too, I think. It’s a little crooked.”
She laughs. “It’s kinda hot.”
I lift a brow as we start back toward the party. “You think?”
She nods, squeezing my hand. “I’m gonna grab a drink.”
Walking away, she leaves me to head back to my place on Theo’s tailgate.
She’s gone maybe five minutes when I hear, “Just go away, Tristan!”
My eyes scan the crowd until they find her by the cooler. A guy I vaguely recognize as being in Akers’s class stands beside her. Her arms are crossed, and her back’s stiff. My feet are moving toward them before I realize what’s happening.
“I mean I knew you were a whore, but a Rider whore? That’s low for even you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tries to walk away.
“No?” He grabs her arm. “How many have you let fuck you so far?”
She spins around, scowling. “What?”
He doesn’t get a chance to answer before I barrel into him, knocking him into a truck. “What the fuck did you just say to her?”
He laughs.
“Do you have a death wish?”
“Look, man, I get it. She had me fooled too. Just don’t let her get too close to her step-brother. She can’t keep her slut hands off him.” He looks at her over my shoulder.
I grind my molars. “Don’t fucking look at her!”
He swallows, realizing I’m seconds from tearing him limb from limb.
I rear back, ready to headbutt the shit out of him when I’m torn away.
“Nope!” Gabe shouts, holding my shoulders as Theo steps between me and the punk. “You’re very lucky I don’t want to bail my friend here out of jail tonight. I highly suggest you get the fuck out!”
I could get free and beat the shit out of him, but when I look back at Nik, she’s completely shut down. Her face is vacant. It’s the same girl from the bridge and my fucking stomach sinks.
I point my finger at him. “If you ever say another word about her, I’ll rip out your fucking throat. Don’t look at her, don’t talk to her, don’t even think about her, got it?”
He nods, and I shrug Gabe off before taking off after Nik who’s already heading toward my truck in the driveway.
I’m gonna hunt him down later, but right now I need to make sure she’s okay.
“Nik!” I yell, chasing after her, but she just keeps going. “Hey!”
I grab her arm right as she gets to the driveway.
When she turns, her eyes are glossy, but she’s not crying yet. She crosses her arms over her chest, not looking at me. “Can we just go home?”
“Are you gonna tell me what that was all about?”
“I’d rather not.”
I don’t say anything. Rage still thrums in my veins, but I grab her shoulders and crouch to eye level. “What is going on?”
“Please, can we not do this.”
When I don’t budge, she rolls her eyes. “I dated him last year. He’s just a dick. That’s it.”
I know that’s not it but drop it anyway. She’s ready to get the fuck out of here and there’s a part of me that knows depending on what she tells me, I very well may go back and kill the fucker before it’s all said and done.
Every cell in my body screams for me to do exactly that, but instead, I take a deep breath and get in my truck.
She doesn’t say another word the entire drive, fidgeting quietly with the hem of her shorts as she stares out at the trees passing by. The familiar buzz of adrenaline I always get right before a fight hums under my skin. That feeling right there is what gets me in trouble.
When we pull up in front of her house, she says, “What he said about my step-brother—”
“You don’t have to explain shit to me. Who you’ve had sex with is your business.”
She deflates, wrapping her arms around herself, and shrinks in the seat. “Okay, but it wasn’t like that.”
“Okay.”
She exhales and rubs her forehead. “Wade wasn’t even my step-brother. He was my mom’s boyfriend’s son.”
I just watch as she tries to get the words out.
“I was twelve when they moved in. I didn’t know anything about boys really, I just thought he was cute.”
“How old was he?”
“Sixteen.”
My stomach sinks.
“I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but he always paid a lot of attention to me. And… I liked it.” She stares out the passenger window, refusing to look at me.
I think I stop breathing waiting for her to speak again.
“I was thirteen the first time we had sex. I didn’t realize how fucked up it all was at the time.
I just thought he liked me. Then, he graduated and moved out.
He didn’t break up with me or anything. He just disappeared.
Which I now know makes sense because we weren’t actually dating.
I’d kind of just learned to pretend it never happened until he came to visit last year for the holidays.
I’d tried to avoid him all day, but when everyone went to bed, he snuck into my room like he used to.
I guess, since we’d done it before he didn’t think it was a big deal. ”
“Are you saying he…”
She shakes her head. “He didn’t like… you know. He just told me if I refused, he’d tell everyone we’d been together, and I’d be known as the girl that fucked her brother. Which is almost funny now considering I still ended up with that reputation anyway.”
I feel like I might throw up.
“That doesn’t make it consensual, Nik. If he threatened you, I mean.”
She looks at me with wide eyes for a beat, then rolls her lips under before saying, “Anyway, I tried to tell Tristan, but I couldn’t get the words out in a way that really made sense.
I was so confused. He took it that I was telling him I cheated on him, and I guess I kind of did, but I didn’t want to. I don’t know. It’s so fucking stupid.”
I shake my head and mutter, “Fuck, Nikki…”
She snaps her eyes to me.
“Have you seen him since?”
She shakes her head. “My mom and his dad broke up a few months later.”
She rolls her eyes and blinks before a tear can fall. “It’s not like I can really deny it. Aside from that last time, I never said no.” Her hands tremble in her lap and she drops her head. “I get it if you don’t trust me, or think I’m a—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I snap, a little harsher than I intend.
She clamps her lips shut.
“You were thirteen. That’s—” I just keep shaking my head. “You were too young, and he took advantage of you.”
She shrugs.