Page 21 of Has-Been
He groaned, and moved one hand from the wall, to stroke my cheek, trailing his fingers down my neck.
“Are you telling me you’re wet for me, Elise? Is that sweet pussy of yours throbbing with need for me?”
Oh god. His words made heat bloom from my core, expanding throughout my body. I nodded shyly, and he groaned, easing his thumb across my lips. When I parted them, he pressed his thumb between them, and I wrapped my tongue around it, sucking lightly.
“Fuck… you’re killing me here, babe. I wanna do so many things to you. Touch you in places you’ve never been touched. Lick you in places you’ve never had a tongue before. I want to be your first everything. I want to bury my face in that sweet pussy, and wear your scent on me for the rest of my fucking life.”
His lips replaced his hand, his tongue plunging where his thumb had just been. His hand moved though, as more intense need flowed through me, and his fingers trailed lower, until suddenly they brushed over my tight nipple, and my breath caught in my throat. Oh god. It was like a bolt of lightning, sending a shock of desire right down to between my legs. Just one touch. If one touch felt like that, would I survive the things he’d described? Better question… Did. I. Fucking. Care?
Has-Been chuckled quietly at my reaction, brushing his thumb over my nipple again, sending another ripple through me, as my body shuddered. I’d never felt anything like that before, and I wanted more. I wanted everything right now.
“More.” I might have sounded like I was begging at that point, and maybe I was.
“If you think that feels good, babe… that’s just the start. Wait until my lips are wrapped around it, sucking on it, and… shhh.” He placed a hand over my mouth as I picked up on the sound of voices outside my room. A split second later someone knocked on the door and we both cursed, breaking apart like we had to before.
“Never again, Elise. The next time we’re together like this, we’ll be somewhere nobody can fucking interrupt us. Got it?” Whoa… he was hot when he was cranky.
He tugged at his jeans as he headed for the door, unlocking it and wrenching it open, while I tried to compose myself, lunging in the direction of the kitchen and flicking the kettle on.
“Hey.” Has-Been stepped away from the door and Seth appeared, practically shoving his way into the room, and seeking me out instantly.
“What did I say about locking yourself in with anyone, sweets?”
I abandoned the mugs I’d started prepping for drinks to turn and glare at him, because he had to stop acting like this man was a threat to me, to anyone, but especially to me.
“It’s Has-Been. It’s not like it’s some stranger. He’s safe.”
What was that look on his face? He looked conflicted, and a little suspicious.
“You don’t… right now we can’t assume anyone’s safe, sweets.”
“Fucking hell! You’re still fucking accusing me, you asshole!” Has-Been stormed across the room and shoved my brother, and then the yelling started.
Fourteen
AslongasStitchcouldn’t trust me, he’d never let me be with his fucking sister, would he? My heart seemed to freeze in my chest as I realised he’d never allow it either way. He thought we were all deviants, and no good for his sister, and I knew deep down that he was right. Hell… one glance at the internet proved that, didn’t it?
Even though I knew it couldn’t happen, I couldn’t keep failing to fight for her, could I?
I shoved him again, and he shot me a warning glare.
“Don’t forget your place, Has. I have every right to protect my sister.”
I shot her a helpless glance, and some of the anger drained out of me, replaced with despondency. I was making it worse every second.
“You don’t need to protect her from me, brother. I’m not a threat to any woman, you know that. How can you still think I did those things?”
“What things?” Elise’s voice was almost a whisper, and my heart sank even further, because if he even voiced his bullshit concerns in her presence, I’d lose her forever.
“Jesus… I don’t know what else I can do to prove to you that I’m still the same guy you’ve known for years. Here, take my phone. Get Ice to do whatever the fuck it is he does when he invades every aspect of a person’s fucking life. I have no secrets, brother.” Shit, that wasn’t strictly true, was it?
I shot another guilty glance in Elise’s direction, and then I headed for the door.
“Gonna go sort out that replacement door, and locks and stuff.” I almost begged him to keep her safe for me, but I was in enough shit already, and I didn’t want to leave her to answer for my words either.
By the time I was downstairs, I was practically seething with rage, and needed to punch something. Anything. So picking a fight with me, which was usually a bad idea, was really stupid right now.
“Hey asshole, I literally sawyourasshole online a few minutes ago.” I turned and punched Micro before he could even finish what he was saying, and it was only because someone grabbed my arm that I didn’t follow that with a few more blows.
