Page 24 of Crave
Does she use those skills on that weedy bastard? I bet she did. I grazed my teeth over my lip as my gaze drifted down. I bet she sucked him real fucking good.
I want that.
The thought gripped my balls making them tighten.
I want that mouth.
Those eyes.
I shook my head. Blood or not she was still family. What would mom think? My cock twitched, warmth at the front of my boxers cooled, the wetness rubbing against me. I was going to come just thinking about how I’d ruin her fucking angel.
I took a step and reached out, grasping the sheets and lifted. My thoughts filled with madness. The kind I knew I’d never come back from. Soft, white cotton peeked out from under the sheets. Her nightie was perfect and pure. It didn’t belong on a body like hers.
Her chest rose with a breath. “Momma.” She called in her sleep. “I promise. I promise.” The last was breath, falling deeper into the dream which gripped her.
I dropped the sheet and stepped away, before I headed back out and to my own room. I needed to think about this. To plan…and find a way to tell my brothers. Yeah, that’s going to be a whole conversation I don’t want to have.
Still…it had to be done.
I headed back to my room and crawled back into my bed. My sleep was fitful and restless, dreaming of snakes. Ones who licked at me with poisoned, forked tongues.
“Go away.”Theo mumbled, ignoring my presence as he stared at the latest trading information on Yahoo.
I glanced at the still neatly made bed. I swore my brother never fucking slept. “Where were you last night?”
“Why? You going to handcuff me to the house, maybe force us to stay here forever?”
I strode forward, shoving him hard. “Hey, that wasn’t my goddamn call here. You know that.”
He gave me a glare, straightening the collar on his deep blue polo shirt.
“It wasn’tmycall. You think I want to stay here…especially now that I…now that I know just how fucked up our family really was…and still is.”
He sneered, eyes blazing with anger. “Maybe you just didn’t look hard enough.”
“Did you know…did you know about mom?”
He scowled. “Did I know about mom what?”
“That she was having an affair.”
That scowled deepened before he looked away. “You’re lying.”
I knew Theo wouldn’t believe a word I said. Not without hard evidence. I had that in spades. I lifted my cell…and our mother’s pleading voice filled the room.
Theo shoved up from his chair so hard it toppled backwards. “What the fuck is that?” His cheeks burned. “Switch it off,” He demanded.“Switch that fucking thing off.”
I did, hitting the button and ending that tortured sound. I didn’t look at it anymore, only listened. But part of me still really didn’t believe it. It was that part of me who still loved her, who saw her as the dutiful wife and the caring mother. Each time I heard this, that part of me died, leaving behind the man who saw her for what she was.
“That’sa fucking lie.” Theo croaked and turned around, pacing the floor.“That’s a goddamn lie. Someone is playing with us, someone is using our parents death to bring us down.”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s her. Because I found the place where this was taken…and that’s not all.”
“That’s not all?” His eyes flew wide. “‘Cause that’s not enough?”
“Angelica was in on this as well.”
He froze, his eyes widening. “What…what did you say?”
