Page 56 of Quarantined
“And why the fuck should we show decorum, just because we are ladies?” Alexa challenges. I always liked that girl. A huge feminist at heart, she is never one to let something like this go.
Milo puts his hands up in surrender. “Everyone should show decorum. But since I joined this conversation, only the ladies have dropped f-bombs and curse words.”
“Yea, son, ‘cause we men got decorum.” Asher booms out.
“Decorum for men.” Reid eggs him on. He swings an arm around me and pulls me into a one-handed hug. “Not to mention Alexa, Milo is allowing you out of your cage for this barbecue under the condition that you don’t corrupt our baby sister. If you don’t want to go back to the basement, keep the language clean.”
Alexa is a close friend of Milo’s, who also used to be his fuck buddy. Despite fucking him, I never saw her upstairs or in his room. And when their intimate relationship ended, Milo moved on without peril, while Alexa was a wreck for quite a while.
I guess he replaced her with me. Except everyone knew about Alexa, and no one knows about us. That thought alone makes me feel dirty. Suddenly, I feel camaraderie with Alexa.
“Look who's talking?” I narrow my eyes at Reid. “Your potty mouth alone should get you locked up for a month, away from us impressionable ladies.”
“Nope! ‘Cause I got decorum.” Reid straightens his posture and waves his hand, like a Miss Universe contestant, greeting the crowd.
We all fall into giggles. And the day passes by with natural nonsense conversations with old friends, catching up, lots of food, lots of drinks. A few hours later, I head back to the living room to watch TV, needing a break from the socialization. Suddenly I feel an arm grabbing at my elbow. I whip my head in that direction.
Milo.
There is an intensity in his eyes like he is vibrating with violent energy. And all I can do is stare back like deer in headlights. He flexes his fingers and pulls me by my elbow. Without a word, Milo rushes us up the stairs, charging towards his room. I can barely keep up or catch my breath. He moves us into the room and immediately locks the door behind him.
We are alone. And in his room.
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Milo
One week. I have barely had any contact with Raven for a whole week. This is the first time that Mia is not attached to her hip. Did she really think a houseful of people was going to stop me from taking advantage of that?
Reid was finally over his dose of Raven when Mia came into the picture. My siblings are so fucking annoying. After spending a frustrating amount of time being joint at the hip with Raven, Mia also insisted on sleeping in Raven’s bed every single night. I seriously considered shipping Mia off to boarding school. No joke. I looked up options online. For Christ's sake, she is worse than Reid.
What is with all of us Sinclair siblings and our fascination with Raven?
Almost every night, or every opportunity I had, I tried to grab Raven's attention. We still haven’t talked about us. I just know that I have become a mad man. I want to be around her all the time.
All day today, I have felt like a ticking time bomb, about to go off any second. When I finally saw that Raven was alone, I came at her like a wild beast. Manhandled her in a complete caveman style. We finally had sex, and then nothing for days. No conversation. No contact. My insides are about to explode with my need for her.
“Milo, what—”
Before she can finish her sentence, I swoop her with one arm and push her up against the bedroom door, covering her lips with mine. I press my body as close to her as possible, kissing her desperately, devouring her with my mouth. I can’t stop even if I wanted to. I am sure she can feel how hard I already am.
I have to remind myself to let the girl breathe. I pull away every so often when I can force myself to. The moment I see her take in a sharp breath in, I am back on her mouth for more. It feels like an eternity since I kissed her.
There is a maddening desire in me to cover her with all of me, surround her, be all over her. Suffocate her with my very body. I grab onto her thighs and lift her up. My groin presses right into her, as my hands spread her ass cheeks wide. I kiss her, and I grind her into the door like I am about to fall apart at any moment. Unbuttoning her pants, I insert two fingers inside.
“Are you still sore? Does this hurt?” I am panting, barely able to say the words.
“Wha-- N-No.”
I sigh a relief. Every one of my muscles is tense from my lust high, not to be subsided until I am inside her again. Moving her off the door, I carry Raven to my bed. I don’t give two flying fucks about who is here. I don’t know why I invited these people to my house. Why are we even having this stupid party? I want everyone out, including my siblings. Nothing matters, other than this.
As if she had the same thought, Raven spits out, “Wait. There are people in the house.”
“I don’t care,” because I really don’t.
As I start working the buttons of her shirt, Raven tries her feeble protests again. “What if Reid or Mia come here, looking for you?”
“Rave, I fucking need you,” I moan desperately. “I can’t wait, not for another second. No one’s stopping this. Not even you. Now take my fucking shirt off.” I growl as I rip her bra off.
