Chapter 21 #2
I twisted at the last second and brought my other side into contact with the pillar.
The reverberation shook me, and we weren’t finished there.
Selena yelped, surprised by the crash into the pillar.
Her weight shifted again, and then, we were going down.
I managed to get under her just before we hit the flagstones.
Her knee sank between my legs, her hands on my shoulders.
We came to a stop, and I took a second to make sure we weren’t about to roll over anymore.
Selena was breathless above me, her face frozen in disbelief.
“Like I said, if you wanted to get me naked, and under you, there are easier ways,” I drawled.
Selena’s eyes narrowed, and she pushed herself up, sending her full body weight right onto my trapped cock. Fucking hell. It didn’t hurt. I wished it did. Instead, it felt incredible.
“Sorry, I thought after watching you training yesterday, you’d be able to handle one tiny person jumping on your back. My mistake,” she said tartly.
She looked down, realizing that her hand was touching my bare shoulder.
“You tear my T-shirt, knock me over, and sit on me… and you’re the upset one?” I murmured. God, I wanted to thrust up against her thigh. It was all I could think about.
“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for that drink,” she muttered.
“Hmm, is that right?”
She stared down at the place where her hand rested on my skin. She seemed spellbound by the sight.
“My eyes are up here,” I murmured and raised an eyebrow at her.
My words broke the spell that had fallen over us, and she stood, elbowing me as hard as she could in the middle on the way up.
“Very funny.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s tough going being terminally single and living with someone like me, I imagine,” I teased her, more to distract from my rapidly rising cock than anything else.
I turned toward the door and discreetly adjusted myself as she scoffed, looking out over the front gardens of the house.
“Whatever. I’m going on a date soon, I’ll have you know. So, maybe I won’t be terminally single forever.”
Those words were a bucket of ice water over my head. I walked into the house, and Selena followed.
“A date?” I repeated. “A date with who?”
“None of your business,” she said and then let out a yelp when I whirled to face her.
The wall came up behind her back as she attempted to step around me, and I walked her backward, trapping her so she couldn’t run away.
“I said, a date with who?”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re going to play overprotective big brother? We’re the same age, and you’re not really my brother.”
“I’m aware, believe me. I’m well aware,” I murmured. “Who’s the guy?”
“A Hellion. Someone on the team. I forget his name.” She sighed, folding her arms over her chest and brushing my bare skin.
I raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a catch.”
She tilted her head to the side. “What’s your problem, Brody? You want to control every single thing about my life? You even took my vibrator… remember? So, I don’t have a lot of options but to go out and meet someone.”
She had the audacity to smile at me after uttering those words.
“My problem is that you didn’t ask for permission, Selena. You still don’t understand what your new life is.”
“Does ordering other people around get you hard?” she interrupted, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
You? Fuck yes.
Instead of saying that, I shrugged. “Does defying me at every turn make you wet?”
She stared at me. If she moved her hips forward even just a little, she’d understand that yes, clashing with her did make me hard. But what about her?
“You’re not denying it,” I pointed out, want clutching me by the throat. “Should I check and see?” What the fuck? Where had those words come from?
Selena’s eyes widened. A pulse beat madly in her throat. From the run? Or from this moment between us? It felt like one wrong move would ignite the air.
She shook her head slowly and tutted. “Right, like you would. You’re too much of Daddy’s good little robot to even consider it. I’m your new sister, remember?” She rested her head back against the wall and gave me a smirk.
My cock leaked precum in my damn shorts.
This girl was dangerous, and I was hooked.
“You’re not my sister, Selena, and I’ll never, ever see you that way.” I sighed, then leaned in and pushed her hair away from her ear. She shivered.
“So don’t defy me, or next time, I really will check… and you’ll have nowhere to hide.”
She stared at me, her gaze dropping to my lips. She looked flustered. Like I’d worked out a secret about her. Did arguing with me really make her wet? Just the thought was torture.
Then the door opened beside us.
Cal glanced between me and Selena. “What’s going on?”
Selena looked away first, her cheeks turning redder than when we’d been running.
“Nothing. I’m coming to practice, I just have to change my shirt,” I told him briskly and made my way past them.
My cock was solid as hell at this point, trapped painfully against my thigh by my shorts.
I took the stairs two at a time and went straight to the bathroom, barely taking the time to close and lock both doors before taking myself out.
I leaned over the sink and pumped my cock, spreading the copious precum over the head and down the shaft.
If I closed my eyes, I could feel Selena’s ass squirming against my cock.
So fucking close, yet so far. I wanted to ram inside her, feel her hot, snug walls flexing all around me.
I wanted it so badly, I fisted my cock in two hands, imagining it was her cunt.
Fuck. I shuddered, heat rising up my spine.
Just the thought of coming inside her had my balls drawing up.
I didn’t fantasize about things like that, ever. My father had drilled it out of me.
And yet, the thought of filling Selena up with my cum, watching as it dripped out of her after, maybe even pushing it back in, had me exploding.
Jet after jet hit the porcelain of the sink, my cock pulsing desperately in my hands, making a right fucking mess.
It couldn’t compare to the image lodged in my head of my cum welling out of Selena’s slit and dripping down her legs.
After I cleaned up, washed my hands, and splashed my face with water, I pulled my phone out my shorts and scrolled to Marcus’ number.
Me: Selena says she’s going on a date with a Hellion. Who is it?
Marcus: I don’t know who told you I’m easy, Sinclair, but it was a nasty lie. If I find out, what will you do for me?
Me: What do you want?
Marcus: A party. A rager. At your mega mansion. No expense spared, of course.
Me: Forget it.
I typed it out but paused before sending it. If I didn’t agree, then he wouldn’t find out for me. I deleted the message and typed out a new one.
Me: Fine. Whatever. But I choose when.
Marcus: Okay, but it has to be within the next month. Deal?
Me: Deal.