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“The only thing that’s wrong right now is the fact that I’m not tastingallof you,” he groans, moving himself lower down my body, holding my hands to the bed while he licks more off my body.
I squirm at the sensation, the hot wet trail of his tongue through the warming…whatever he has on me.
“Get off of me,” I protest. Though, I arch up into him as he licks over my nipple.
“I’m helping clean you up again,” he taunts, moving lower to my stomach. When he reaches my pubic bone I gasp, and use my legs to try and push him away.
Colin backs away with a hum. “Interesting.”
“What?” I snap, hiding my heavy breathing.
“I don’t think you’ve had a mouth down here, have you?” His tone is knowing and I shift around when I think about his questioning the other night.
The questioning he did after hekissed me.Not just a kiss either. That was a soul shattering, brutal kiss that I’ve tried to erase from my memory, and have failed miserably. And no, I haven’t had anyone’s mouth down there before. Fingers, yes, briefly. But no mouths.
“Doesn’t matter, I don’t wantyourmouth there,” I divert.
He huffs a small laugh, and I know if I could see his face right now I’d want to smack it. “Yeah, you do.”
He drops back down to lick my stomach, back up to my chest and over to my other nipple. Before I can register what’s happening his mouth is on mine, and his tongue is pushed into my mouth. That’s when I taste what he’s been licking off me. I want to fight him off again but the taste of whipped cream mixed with Colin has me losing all sense.
He pulls back, and I arch up trying to chase his mouth with my own before I remember who the fuck he is. Then, I drop back, angry with myself, and even more angry that he still has me pinned here underneath him.
“Come to my game tomorrow,” he demands.
“Get fucked.”
“That’s not very nice,sis.” He leans down again, his breathgrazing my lips as he speaks. “And it wasn’t a question. You’re coming to my game tomorrow.”
“Or what?” I taunt.
“Test me and find out.”
I think about my lack of clothes, my lack of independence and the fact that I’m so turned on for my stupid stepbrother that my next words come out knowing the possible consequences, but not even caring. “What else do I have to lose?”
“If you don’t show up, I guess you’re going to find out.”
He rises off me and leaves. I continue to lay on my back unable to move. After several minutes the lights kick back on, and I can see the state I was left in, naked with streaks of whipped cream all over me.
I grab the towel, and storm back into the bathroom annoyed that I have to take another shower. But also annoyed that the temptation to take care of the ache he created between my thighs is so strong. I refuse to do anything to take care of it because I know the only face I’ll be able to picture is the man that just left my room.
Chapter 10
Mayson
Ihate this.
I mean I love soccer, it’s been my life for as long as I can remember and I enjoy both watching and playing it. But beingforcedto attend one of Colin’s games is not my idea of fun.
Even if I’ll enjoy everything else about it, I don’t want to see him. And yes, I could have not come and dealt with whatever retaliation he had planned, but frankly I want my clothes back. I’m getting tired of washing and wearing the same thing, especially for practice.
I debate inviting a friend or two with me, and play it off like we’re just watching the guys play for shits and giggles. But the problem is all my friends are also targets for the Rites, so none of them would be safe coming to the game. Chelsey, maybe, because Luca seems to be taking it easy on her.
Or he’s waiting and building the suspense. Who really knows with any of these guys because none of them can really be trusted.
Apparently I can’t be trusted around Colin because my body is betraying me every chance it gets. I’m a mess and I feel every ounce of it as I pull my ball cap lower on my head while making my way to an open seat to watch the game.
The fall breeze is kicking up, but since I have limited clothes I had to steal a zip up from Colin, which I’m sure he’ll be more than thrilled about. The large plain black hoodie only helps me feel like I’m hiding. Even though I’m not doing anything wrong, everything about this feels like I am.
