Drown in You, page 16
Juliet brays a laugh at my outrageous, spindly dance moves, bending at the waist. “You are sooo drunk!” she slurs.
Violet giggles. “You both are.”
“You’re not?” I hiccup.
“Wes only likes to fuck me when I’m sober.” Even through his mask, she can tell he’s watching her from across the room. She waggles her fingers at him and he nods his chin up at her.
“I’m so jealous that you’re getting laid by a masked man tonight!” I shout over the music.
“You can too.” Violet grins, and I panic that she means Luke until she gestures at the crowd. “You have plenty of options.”
All of the Devils are here tonight wearing masks. Ghostfaces, Punishers, Jasons. Skull masks, purge masks, gas masks. All of the Devils except one. Luke is a no-show.
I’m pretty sure, anyway. I’m starting to not be able to tell them apart, and I’m not certain if it’s because of the masks or the alcohol. Who knew college hockey teams had twenty-five players.
Juliet points at a guy with a five o’clock shadow on the couch. “I’m going to make out with that guy. Bye, bitches.” Without another word, she stumbles away. I’m surprised she’s not waiting for Luke to show up.
I’m not allowed to be jealous when I encouraged the two of them to get together. I just didn’t think they’d take me up on the suggestion so readily. Or right in front of my face.
In a fucking library, for god’s sake. Is no place sacred anymore?
Seeing my best friend flirting with Luke confirmed my biggest fear—I don’t want him to be with anybody else. I want him to be mine.
Violet bursts into a fit of giggles when Juliet climbs onto the guy’s lap and his eyes pop open. But when Juliet kisses him, he doesn’t protest and his hands land on her hips.
Wes appears behind Violet, wrapping his arms around her waist. She spins in his arms, looping her hands behind his neck. I’m forgotten, and I can’t blame either of them. I would definitely rather be grinding with a hot masked man right now than dancing among a bunch of sweaty strangers.
Now that I’m dancing by myself, I drain the rest of my drink. I can’t remember the last time I was this drunk. My head is starting to swim, but my legs still manage to keep me upright.
A man in a gas mask stops in front of me.
I freeze when I spot the cold, vacant hazel eyes beneath the mask. My heart drops to the floor.
Marcus.
I take a step back, bumping into sweaty, gyrating bodies. He finally found me again.
A pair of massive arms wraps around my middle from behind. The thumping bass of the music turns to a buzz.
“Hey, gorgeous.” His murmur in my ear is muffled by the mask covering his mouth.
In front of me, the guy in the gas mask disappears into the crowd.
I spin around, the twin holes in his Jason mask displaying the green eyes and betraying his identity. “Knox, hey.” My racing heart slows. “Wow. I’m really happy to see you.”
Through the holes in his mask, I spot his grin. “I like your moves.” He steps closer and I’m forced to lift my chin to maintain eye contact. “Want me to show you a few more?”
The innuendo is obvious. I guess he’s following through on Damien’s offer to make me scream.
He must not know Luke had me in his room all weekend. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare touch me.
Another warm body presses against my back. The two of them pin me, sandwiching me between them. My pulse jumps to my throat.
“We both can.” The edge of Damien’s punisher mask brushes against my neck as his hands land on my hips.
I shiver, imagining it’s Luke beneath the mask. Luke’s hands on me. Luke staring down at me with lust glazing his gray eyes.
But the eyes eating me up are green, not gray.
I shake my head. “Actually, I better go.”
Luke will burn the whole frat house down if he finds me sandwiched between his teammates. Worse, he’ll be hurt. I can’t do that to him.
I’m almost positive he’s Ten. After he lit those jasmine-scented candles and told me about his nightmares, I thought of Ten, who’s had nightmares about his father’s death since I’ve known him.
I can’t decide whether the possibility of Luke and Ten being the same person is heartbreaking or heartening. I’ve missed my friend so, so much, and part of me is comforted by the possibility that he’s been right in front of me all along.
But another part is gutted at the possibility that he’s been pretending this whole time. That he’s been keeping this huge secret and not caring about how much it’s hurting me.
If Luke is Ten, he must’ve known who I was when we hooked up at the hotel. Not just his friend—his stepsister. The whole thing is so fucked up that I don’t even want to think about it for too long. Because then I might realize there’s no way I can forgive him if it’s true.
Knox’s hands drift down to the hem of my dress, tugging me closer. In a split second, Damien follows, pressing into me even harder than before. Damien’s long erection rubs against my ass through his jeans while Knox’s stabs into my stomach.
Knox brushes my hair over my shoulder. “He wants you upstairs.”
Luke.
They must know something is going on between us now. Maybe Luke is right—maybe they’ll keep our secret. “You won’t tell anybody?”
Behind me, Damien chuckles. “We won’t have to.”
My cheeks warm. They definitely heard me in Luke’s bedroom.
But I can’t bring myself to care. I want them to take me to him. The alcohol is turning my brain to mush. Making me forget my inhibitions.
“We won’t tell anyone. Come with us,” Knox murmurs. Part order, part plea.
They already know. They won’t tell anyone, and I’m done fighting it. Besides, when they see me leaving with Knox and Damien, everyone at this party will assume I hooked up with them, not my stepbrother.
“Yes,” I breathe.
Without another word, Damien grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd, parting the sweaty bodies with ease. Knox is right on our heels, and my heart pounds.
My vision wavers as they lead me upstairs, and I stumble over a step. Knox laughs a little too hard, as drunk or drunker than I am. Damien hardly notices, his focus honed in on reaching the door at the end of the hallway.
In the dim lighting, he turns the doorknob and Knox grabs my ass, making me jump. “What the hell—”
Damien guides me into the dark bedroom, the only illumination trickling in from the streetlamp outside and the flickering traffic light at the nearby intersection, casting the rest of the room in an eerie glow.
Someone is already sitting at the end of the bed. Another masked Devil.
But it’s not Luke.
My stomach twists.
“Sienna wants to have some fun with us, Finn.” With a hand on the small of my back, Knox nudges me further into the dark room.
Finn stands slowly, and my stomach flips. All three of them.
“Wait—” Before I can retreat, Damien shoves me up against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasp as my head smacks against the plaster. The whole room spins.
Damien steps aside, keeping me pinned to the wall with a hand on my shoulder.
Knox grabs my other shoulder, rubbing soothing circles over my exposed skin. “You ready for our hands and mouths all over you, beautiful?”
Before meeting Luke, Knox’s words of praise would’ve made my knees weak. But my body doesn’t react to the sweet words because they aren’t coming from my stepbrother’s mouth.
“I better go.” My tipsy words come out shaky.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Damien’s voice is brusque, sharp.
Finn moves like a shadow until he’s directly in front of me. With my gaze finally glued to him, he hooks a finger under my chin, lifting it to meet the eyes I can’t see beneath his purge mask. But he sees everything.
A lump forms in my throat, and I stop breathing when Finn sinks to his knees before me.
Oh my god. “What are you—”
Finn’s calloused hands land on my thighs, gradually drifting up, goosebumps budding in their wake. I can’t form the words to stop him.
My heart beats wildly. Finn’s hands are shockingly, achingly tender as they brush along my thighs and up, inch by inch, until they’re sliding beneath the hem of my dress.
When he catches the edge of my panties between his fingers, my heart stops. “I’m not—”
“We’re going to have so much fun with you,” Knox promises.
In a blink, Finn tugs my panties to my feet.
The cool air kisses between my legs, and before I can stop them, a pair of lips brush against my neck. “You’re going to love having all three of us inside you.”
The door bangs open, knob smacking against the wall. Light from the hallway spills into the room, a bucket of ice water jolting us awake from a sound sleep.
Another masked man rounds on us. The pair of holes in his mask display his fiery gray eyes.
Luke’s gaze spears through me like I’m about to suggest he join the fun.
He wrenches me from their grasps, his fingers digging into my arm. “She’s my stepsister, assholes. Drunk stepsister.”
Knox hiccups. “We’re all drunk.”
“No-sisters rule,” he snaps.
“Don’t break up the party, Valentine,” Damien protests. “Your sister was finally about to have some fun.”
Wordlessly, Luke hauls me out of the room.
“Where are you taking her?” Knox calls.
“To sober up.”
At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what he said. Sights and sounds are swirling around me, words distorted as they reach me as if they were spoken through water.
He pulls me into a tiny bathroom, flicking on the bright fluorescent light. I shield my eyes against it like a vampire burning under the sun and smack the light back off.
Luke whirls on me, picking me up and slamming me down onto the sink so fast, I yelp. The sink is icy against my ass, covered only by the thin fabric of my dress.
“What the hell are you doing?” I squeal.
“What the hell are you doing with those three?” His growl is distorted by the mask covering his face. I hate the way it makes my stomach knot.
“Knox said, he wants you upstairs. I assumed he meant you.”
With a rough hand, Luke grabs the back of my neck. “You were coming upstairs for me?”
I bite my lip. I’ve lied and kept so many secrets from him. I need to finally be honest. “Yes.”
Luke tears the mask off and yanks me to him, our mouths colliding.
I don’t breathe, don’t move, as his lips press against mine.
When his tongue slips past my lips, I moan into his mouth. He grabs me by the hip and drags me closer, my pussy smacking against him.
I whimper, and he groans into my mouth. The sound makes my limbs go weak.
My heart pounds as Luke sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and I gasp. Of their own accord, my hands drift from his chest to the collar of his shirt and tug him closer.
He unleashes himself on me. He sucks on my tongue, my thighs shaking around his hips. My high moans mix with his throaty groans to create an obscene echo in the tiny bathroom.
When he grinds his zipper between my legs, he makes contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves and I cry out.
He swallows down the cry, pulling me even closer so I’m flush against him. Until he breaks the kiss and sinks to his knees in front of me.
Luke’s finger swipes up my slit to my clit, drawing a low moan from my throat. “Did any of them touch you here?” he growls.
I shake my head quickly. Even if any of them had touched me, admitting that to Luke right now seems incredibly dangerous. He might not hurt me, but he would end all three Devils in that bedroom. “I didn’t want them to touch me. Only you.”
He slides a finger inside me and curls it. I gasp, thighs clenching together. “You’re mine, Sienna.” He adds a second finger, and I whimper at the stretch. “Don’t ever forget that.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
The questions I’m dying to ask him are on the tip of my tongue. Are you the man behind the mask? The man who’s been my friend for years? Why are you still hiding?
But what if he’s not Ten? He’ll be insulted and hurt that I’m hoping they’re the same person. No, I need more evidence before I confront him about it. Something more concrete than a hunch.
A small creak. My gaze flashes to the door. Is it shut? I can’t tell in the dark.
Luke’s lips find my clit and suck. My hips buck into him, the pleasure excruciating. No one compares to the man on his knees before me. No one compares to Luke Valentine.
I squeeze my eyes shut. My stepbrother has his mouth and fingers between my legs. And I’m letting him.
My clit throbs as he sucks that bundle of nerves and his fingers grow slippery, sliding in and out of me with ease. He hums in satisfaction at the arousal pooling in his hand.
No matter how wrong it is, I’ve never wanted anyone more. He makes me crave him, in every way.
“You’re going to drown.” The words fly out of my mouth in tipsy ecstasy.
“I would happily drown in you,” he murmurs.
My pussy tightens around his fingers as the first wave of my orgasm pulses through my clit.
I clap a hand over my mouth to suppress the cry, gripping the edge of the sink for dear life.
Luke pumps his fingers inside me while his mouth keeps devouring me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body. My eyes water, the pleasure too much for me to handle until he drops my clit from his mouth and his fingers slow.
He grabs his mask and slips it over his head as he straightens. With one hand, he grips my hip while the other reaches into his gray sweatpants.
Any second now, he’ll pull out his cock, sink into me, and fuck me right here.
And I won’t stop him.
No. Fuck. I have to.
“Stop!” I shove my hands against Luke’s chest, so unexpectedly it surprises both of us and he stumbles backward. “Stop. We can’t do this. Not here.”
Through his mask, his gray eyes darken. “I need to fuck you, Sienna.”
God, those six words alone are enough to make me want to spread my legs and let him. “You will, just . . . not here. We’re at a fucking party. This was so stupid.”
I jump down from the sink and smack the door. To my horror, it swings open.
I whirl on him and hiss, “You didn’t close the door?”
“You see anyone out there watching us?” he drawls. Somehow, he’s completely calm.
The hallway is empty. We’re alone. My thundering heart slows. We would’ve heard someone if they had seen us. There’s no way they wouldn’t have shouted something about the step-siblings hooking up in the bathroom.
I leave the room on unsteady legs. “We need to be more careful.”
He squeezes my ass as he joins me. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not letting anyone take you from me.”
Chapter 18
Luke
I can still taste my stepsister on my tongue.
I’ll kill my teammates for daring to put their hands on her. The three of them had her pinned to the wall, her dress unzipped. Her panties off.
We never did double back to get them. One of those assholes is probably jerking off with her panties right now.
Sienna is just another puck bunny to them. Just another girl. But she’s way more than that.
I don’t have any games this weekend, so Ma called us home now that they’re back from their honeymoon.
At the dinner table beside me, Sienna fidgets with the napkin on her lap as she answers Ma’s and Mike’s barrage of questions about classes and friends.
“Are you dating anyone, Sienna?” Ma smiles as she carves into a stalk of asparagus.
I bite back my grin.
“I’m not interested in anybody,” Sienna squeaks, and heat crawls up the back of my neck. The hell she isn’t. “Or looking for a relationship right now.”
“What about you, Luke?” Ma asks.
I flash a cocky grin. I’m going to have fun with this. “There’s a girl. She seems pretty into me.”
Ma gasps, eyes lighting up while Sienna goes rigid beside me. I don’t have to read her mind to know exactly what she’s thinking. You better not.
“Who is it?” Ma beams at the same time Mike asks, “What’s she like?”
I fix my grin on my stepsister. “She’s Sienna’s friend.”
Her eyes narrow.
“Well, tell me about her, honey! I want to hear everything about this girl.”
“She’s gorgeous.” If looks could kill, Sienna would be burning me alive. “Brown hair, green eyes—”
She pinches my thigh in warning. Did she really think I was going to sit here and make up some story about how hot her best friend is when I only have eyes for her?
“She can be pretty ruthless.” I jerk my leg away from her. “But she’s a badass too. She’s been through a lot of shit, but she’s still somehow really sweet. Cares about people. Even when they don’t deserve it.”
Mike points his fork at me. “Sounds like a keeper.”
Ma grabs a slice of pie and drops it onto her plate. “She sounds wonderful, honey. If things get serious, I want to meet her.”
Before I can tell her she already has, Sienna jumps up from her seat, thanking Ma for the meal and announcing she’s grabbing a shower before heading to bed.
Part of me aches to follow and join her in that shower, but I’ve got to tell Ma what I discovered about her new husband first. Once she learns the truth about the man she married, she can get an annulment, and Sienna and I won’t have to sneak around anymore. We can fuck each other’s brains out and it won’t matter who knows.
As soon as Sienna’s out of the room, Mike scoops up our empty plates and heads for the kitchen to dump them in the dishwasher. “I’m going to grab my wallet!”
“Grab my purse too, please!” Ma calls.
“Where are you two going?”
“We have a double date with some friends.”
