The Puck Boys of FU, page 8
We both gasp breathlessly, as we pull apart, our chests heaving, as we turn to the side and meet Harden’s intense stare. His eyes flick between the two of us, taking in her legs around me, one of my hands on her thigh, and the other around her throat, as hers are clutched in the lapels of my suit, clinging to me like she never wants to let go.
“Harden,” she breathes, his name sounding too tempting, as it falls from her swollen lips, and fuck I don’t know why the thought of him watching us gets me even hotter.
The car is ready to take us home. Harden signs, his hands shaking a little, as if he struggled to even communicate those few words, and I drop my head on the wall beside Aurora’s.
“I guess our time is up for now, sweetheart,” I whisper in her ear, relishing in the full body shiver my words erupt, as she trembles against me.
When I pull back, her eyes dance from Harden’s to mine, and I can see she is even more confused than ever with what’s going on here, and I want to laugh. How the fuck did things get this bad? And more importantly, why did I let it happen?
“Then you better let me go,” she whispers, and I laugh, as I let her body slowly trail down mine until her feet hit the ground.
What the fuck does she think I’ve been trying to do for the last year?
“Trust me, I’ve been trying,” I mutter, and her eyes narrow, clearly hearing every word, and I can see her turning them over in her mind. “Go on, you better head inside and make sure that prick doesn’t leave without us,” I add, and she nods mindlessly, looking between Harden and me again, before she excuses herself and heads back into the gallery.
We both watch her leave, and then I brace myself.
Harden slams me against the wall and I flinch, the force of it knocking my breath out of me a little, before he releases me with a shove.
What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He furiously signs, the anger is rolling off him in waves, and I don’t know what he’s angrier at. The fact I broke our friend’s promise, or that I kissed her and he didn’t.
“You saw exactly what I was doing,” I snap back, my hands flexing and my jaw grinding, and I’m not sure if I’m desperate for another drink, or just more of her.
We made a deal. He signs, his hands more firm and sure this time, as his fingers move to each word.
“That deal is bullshit and you know it. She wants this, she wants us, I know she does,” I reply, and even I can hear how desperate I sound, and Harden just shakes his head.
Everest was right, none of us deserve her. He signs, looking at me with disappointment, before he turns on his heels and storms back inside.
I don’t know what I hate more, him being disappointed in me, or the fact that he’s actually right about this.
The silence on the ride home is brimming with a tension I can’t quite define. Aurora is watching Harden, Harden is watching Griffin, and Griffin is watching her. My own eyes travel between all three of them, but none of them will meet my stare, and it fuels something inside of me. I know them, I know all three of them better than I know myself sometimes, which is why I know something is up. Aurora is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, a nervous tell of hers, Griffin is grinding his jaw, something that is usually only triggered by the presence of his shitty, uncaring parents, and Harden’s chest is rising and falling rapidly. He’s running on adrenaline right now, as if he expects something bad is about to happen. It’s like he has a sixth sense for that stuff, it’s ingrained in him. Yet why would he be feeling that way now? Why do they all seem on edge?
I replay the party back in my head, nitpicking every second of it. Who was there, what they were doing, the food and drinks they consumed, all of it merging together in my mind, as I repaint the picture of the evening we just shared.
Aurora spent most of the night with Archer and his friends, before she went off with Daemon, but then I saw Daemon back with my brother. Aurora wasn’t with them, she wasn’t anywhere, and neither was Griffin. My stare hardens as I look at them both again, and this time Aurora’s gaze flicks to meet mine. It’s not the same as it was in the car ride earlier. Then she was pissed off, excited for the party for sure, but still angry at the three of us. Except now she doesn’t look so angry, she looks nervous, a thought that is only cemented when her eyes quickly dart away from me. They land on Griffin for a nanosecond, before going back to Harden, but that’s all it takes. Just one second and I see it.
Something happened, and I want to know what.
The car pulls up at our house first and Aurora lingers for only a fraction of a second, offering both guys a concerned look, before she accepts Roger’s hand and climbs out. I glare between my two best friends, but neither of them say a word, so I have no choice but to follow her. I thank Roger, slipping him a few hundred dollar bills, before striding up the steps and unlocking the front door.
Aurora waits patiently, still not looking up at me, and as soon as I have the door open she is rushing inside and up the stairs. I take my time locking the front door, knowing my parents will be staying to help clean up after the event, and that Archer and Daemon will be going back to their penthouse. It’s also to give myself some time to calm down, because right now, where my mind is going, is a dangerous place.
I walk up the stairs to our floor slowly, undoing my tie as I go, focusing on even breaths to try and calm my rapid heart rate, but it’s no use. When I try Aurora’s bedroom door handle it’s locked. She never locks her door. The anger inside me burns up, from an ember to an inferno, as I stride into my own room and rip open the adjoining bathroom door. I can hear her on the other side of her door, moving around her room, and it only takes a moment before she pushes into the bathroom, startling a little when she finds me there.
She has taken off her dress and is wearing only an oversized shirt that barely reaches her mid-thigh, but still she pops her hip as she glares at me.
“What? You finally remember I exist now?” she scoffs, coming further into the bathroom and moving toward the sink. I remain silent as she takes off her makeup and brushes her teeth, our eyes colliding constantly in the mirror as I watch her. It isn’t until she is done that she finally turns to meet my stare head on. “What the fuck do you want, Everest? I’m tired and in no mood for your bullshit.”
When I still don’t respond she rolls her eyes, moving to head back into her room and slamming the door behind her, but my hand whips out and catches it before she can close it. Her surprised stare snaps back to mine, as I rip the door open and push into her room.
“Tell me what happened,” I demand, and her eyes widen for a fraction of a second, before she fakes nonchalance.
“What do you mean?” she asks, her tone casual, but I don’t miss the slight hitch in her breath.
“You know exactly what I mean, Aurora,” I warn, taking a slow, measured step toward her, but still she stands her ground.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really? That’s how you want to play this?” I confirm, and when she doesn’t respond, I huff a laugh. “Fine, just stay away from me and the guys,” I tell her, turning on my heel to leave, but then she calls out to my back.
“And what if they don’t stay away from me?” she rushes out, and I can't help but smirk at that.
“Trust me, they know better,” I toss over my shoulder, ready to slam the bathroom door behind me and put some distance back between us, when she utters two single words.
“Do they?”
I pause, cocking my head to the side, as I replay those words and the tone in which she just said them. In my drunken haze they almost sound taunting. No, they can’t be, but when I turn to look at her she is watching me carefully, and it’s then I see it, the truth she is hiding.
“Say it,” I whisper, my hands closing round the open door frame. “I dare you.” I hold my breath, wishing I had another drink to dull the ache in my chest, as I wait for her answer.
Her smile doesn’t have a trace of regret, as she replies, “I kissed Griffin tonight.”
A bomb, that was tossed between us a decade ago, finally detonates between us, with no time for me to shield myself, and each word pierces my black, dead heart.
She kissed Griffin.
She kissed my best friend.
He kissed her.
Fuck.
“There’s no way.” I shake my head, my throat feeling dry, as I force out my denial, but it only seems to make her smile wider.
“Isn’t there?” Her hand reaches up, brushing her hair to the side to reveal the smooth column of her throat. A throat that is now stained with a dark red mark that my eyes zero in on. “He knows better, yet somehow he pressed me against the wall and kissed me senseless, marking me like I was his,” she adds, fanning that burning flame of anger inside of me.
“Stop talking,” I warn, my fingers now biting into the wood of the frame, threatening to break it, but she just keeps going.
“He kissed me, owned me. I felt him hard against me, and if Harden didn’t interrupt us, I’d have let him fuck me right then and there.”
I’m across the room before I can even blink.
My hand closes roughly around her throat, as I slam her back against the wall, shocking her into silence.
“I said stop fucking talking!”
My breaths are coming in thick and heavy, my heart slamming against my ribcage, as I replay every moment I have ever witnessed between them. The shared laughs, the easy jokes, the bullshit proposals, all of them bringing bile to the back of my throat at how simple it would be for them to be together. I scrunch my eyes closed, trying to force my mind to forget, but as I’ve learned the hard way over the years, it’s impossible.
“What’s the matter, Ever, can’t imagine someone wanting to fuck me, or is it because it’s one of your best friends?” she whispers, not deterred in the slightest by my hand around her neck, and it only makes my cock grow harder for her. “Maybe I’ll make him my boyfriend, and then he’ll finally be mine instead of yours,” she adds, each word stoking the fire inside of me, and I’m biting my cheek so hard that I can taste blood.
“Don’t. Fucking. Push. Me,” I spit through gritted teeth, squeezing her throat even harder, yet her eyes gleam with my every word, only leaning against my rough hold.
“Why? Does it bother you that I kissed your friend?” she asks, knowing full well the fucking answer, but she won’t be happy until I fucking admit it.
“Yes,” I bite out, the one word admission offending me, but still she has to keep pushing.
“Why? Why does it bother you, Everest?” she whispers, searching my stare for a truth I swore I would never tell her, especially not like this.
I press my full body into hers, watching for the moment she feels what she does to me. Her eyes drop, taking in our proximity in surprise, before she registers my hard cock digging into her hip, forcing her stare to snap back to mine.
“You know why, Aurora, you’ve always known,” I purr, leaning in and inhaling deeply, as I bring my mouth to her ear. “You know exactly what you do to me, what you do to all three of us,” I add, stroking her rapid pulse point with my thumb, as whiskey-fueled truths explode between us. “You’re the fucking sun, and none of us can escape your orbit,” I grunt, letting my free hand slide down to her hip, roughly dragging the fabric of her shirt up until her bottom half is exposed.
She’s only wearing a tiny black silk thong, and fuck me it looks delectable against her satin skin. My fingers dance along the edge of the material, inspecting it slowly and I swear she is holding her breath, her eyes transfixed on my every move, as if she can’t quite believe this is happening. I’m not sure I can believe it either. Tonight the whiskey is stronger than my resolve and I give myself over to it.
How many times have I imagined her like this? Pliant and pleading in my hold, desperate for my next move.
When I reach the center, my fingers carefully draw a circle around where I know her clit will be, a fact that is only confirmed when she gasps, her entire body trembling slightly in anticipation.
“Everest,” she pleads, her voice nothing but a desperate whisper. “Please,” she begs, and I laugh, my finger once again drawing a small circle against the fabric.
“Always such a good girl, huh? So fucking sweet and polite,” I breathe, circling my fingers a little faster, a little harder, memorizing every sound that falls from her lips. I glance back up to find her watching me with nothing but pure need, her hips pushing against my hand, silently begging for more, and who am I to refuse.
My fingers slide up against the fabric, finding the hem, and then dipping inside and trailing along the smooth expanse of her pussy.
Her soaking wet pussy.
“Mmm, look how wet you are for your brother right now,” I tease, and the words should sicken us both, but instead she moans as my fingers massage her lips.
“Everest, please,” she begs again, her voice shaking, and fuck, I don’t think desperation has ever sounded so fucking sweet.
“What? Shall I make you come?” I ask, sliding my middle finger between her lips and teasing her clit, and she nods rapidly. “Should I finger fuck your pretty little cunt until you’re the one marking me?”
“Yes, yes, please yes,” she cries, and I’m almost certain no one has ever touched her like this before. A thought that almost tips me over the edge, as I press my forehead down to hers.
“You’d come so pretty for me, wouldn’t you, baby?” My words are spoken with heat, as I hurtle her toward her orgasm. “Do you want a kiss?” I ask, teasing her clit faster and faster until she is almost ready to explode, and she nods rapidly, desperately, and I lean in even closer, our mouths brushing ever so slightly, before I add, “Then go and kiss Griffin.”
I release her so fast that she almost drops to the floor, her blissed-out, turned-on stare turning dazed and confused, as I back away from her slowly. Then she watches as I sink my finger into my mouth and suck it clean, and it takes everything in me to not groan at the taste of her.
“Stay the fuck away from them, Aurora, I won’t tell you again,” I spit, before storming out.
Once in my room the hand that just almost brought her to orgasm slams into the wall, the skin across my knuckles breaking instantly with the force of it. Fuck. He kissed her, he fucking kissed her, and now I’m going to fucking kill him.
I move straight to my closet, rifling through my drawers until I find a bottle of vodka I stashed there, biting it open with my teeth and spitting the lid to the floor. I pour a quarter of the bottle down my throat, willing it to numb the anger, as I storm to the bathroom door and lock it. Only then do I take a breath, ignoring my raging hard-on and going out onto my balcony, tipping back more of the vodka until I can try and forget this whole fucking night.
I’m not sure how long I stay out there, but by the time I stumble back inside, the clock on my nightstand reads 3:24 A.M.. Moving silently to the bathroom, I unlock the door and look inside, her own door is still ajar and I curse.
Why didn’t she lock me out?
When I look into her room I find her sleeping on the edge of her bed, her long legs tangled with the sheets, and her shirt riding up around her waist. The smooth skin of her ass shines bright in that tiny black thong, taunting, tempting. My swollen hand flexes with the need to touch her as I push quietly into her room.
I haven’t been in here since that last night before I left for college. When she still looked at me with hope and wonder, instead of confusion and disdain. When there was still the possibility we could be something other than this, but I know better now. And I do know better, but I also now know what she tastes like, a fact my cock hasn’t let me forget for the last few hours.
Stepping up to the side of her bed, my eyes trail along the length of her body, tracking every freckle and mark that I’ve had memorized since I was ten. Before I knew what all of this meant, before I knew she would never be just a sister to me. My fingers reach out and dust the hair back off her face, and she stirs under my touch, not waking from her drunken slumber, but rolling onto her back and sighing in contentment.
Unfortunately for her, her movements once again reveal the mark that Griffin left on her neck, and any efforts at escaping my anger disappear entirely. He marked her, he marked my fucking property after he swore he would never touch her, and worse? She fucking let him.
My hand once again trails around her throat, my thumb brushing against her mouth and imagining a thousand ways to kill him, as I envision her swollen lips. My cock is hard and aching in my slacks, and she doesn’t help when she exhales heavily, her hot breath teasing my thumb with sordid thoughts of her wicked mouth wrapped around me.
Would she be hesitant? Soft? Or would she let me take the lead and fuck every trace of him from her lips?
The thought has me leaking precum, and I can’t wait any longer. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, reaching inside to grip my thick, steel length, pulling it out and stroking it firmly. I groan deeply as my thumb swipes across the head, spreading precum down my shaft before jacking myself roughly. My eyes dance down to the satin scrap of fabric covering her pussy, and my free hand trails down her body until I can once again tease the fabric.
I rub quick circles against her clit through the thong, jerking myself hard and fast, as her body begins to respond. Her chest rises and falls as her heart no doubt starts to race, as excitement and need flows through her sleeping form. Her body reacts to my every move, her legs spreading for me, even in her unconscious state, and fuck it takes everything in me not to rip the scrap of fabric to the side and plunge my cock into her sweet cunt.
Unable to stop myself, I push the fabric aside, soaking my fingers in her wetness, as I gently tease a finger inside of her, my thumb now circling her clit. I fuck my fist as I finger fuck her, relishing in the way her body reacts to mine like a fucking magnet. She was fucking made for me, and I have been denying myself for far too long.
I plunge and circle her cunt until her entire body starts to contract, as I finally allow myself to let her come, and before I can think better of it, I jerk myself to release. Long ropes of cum stain her stomach, pussy, and thighs, and I don’t stop until every last drop has been jerked from my cock and onto her.
