“What are you doing?”
“Calming you down.” Callan moves, coming to stand next to me. His hand comes up, threading through my hair as I keep my eyes locked with Steele’s. As good as they all feel touching me, it’s his touch that I want. Callan’s lips caress my neck. I arch into Steele’s touch, gasping for air. His finger dips inside of me and I nearly leap off the stool.
“Steele,” I say his name breathlessly.
“Hmm?”
“Why?”
“Why what?” he asks, his voice a mask of hardness. He isn’t letting anything show and that bothers me.
“Why all of them?” I moan once more when Callan sucks my flesh into his warm mouth.
“You don’t want all of them touching you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. It only takes one shake of my head. One little shake and he’s ripping me off the stool and carrying me up the steps. He takes them two at a time as my body overheats. We’re back in his room; he dumps me on the bed before ripping his clothes off. In seconds, he’s between my thighs, thrusting into me. I gasp, digging my nails into his back, feeling the muscles as they flex. God, I didn’t think it would feel this good.
“Fuck,” he growls after he bites into my neck. I scream his name, my body tensing with each rough thrust of his hips. Steele grabs my leg, lifting it over his shoulder as he fucks me harder. He growls, sweat dripping down his temples before dropping onto me. I want to lick him, taste him but everything is happening too quickly. As fast as he started, I feel him swell inside of me. A rough thrust and a loud growl later, he pinches my nipple making us both come.
Steele rests his head on my shoulder as he catches his breath. I don’t know what this was or why it happened. He’s tormented me for weeks and now he’s fucking me like his life depends on it. I want to ask but I’m afraid of what might happen if I do. Steele slowly pulls out of me, a groan rumbling past his lips as he moves. He climbs off the bed as I watch him, spotting the scratches that my nails made on his perfect back. His muscles flex and my mouth waters.
“You’re going to eat. That isn’t up for discussion,”
he says pulling his clothes back on. I slide up the bed taking the blanket with me.
“Why am I here?”
“Now isn’t the time for questions, Whisper.”
“When is the time?” I ask. He turns his heated stare to me.
“When I say it’s time. Right now, you’re going to clean up and come eat. Then, we’re going to go to school.” With that, he turns and walks out of the room leaving me once more to my own thoughts. Blowing out a breath, I climb out of bed and head into the in-suite bathroom and turn the shower on. As soon as I step in, I let the warmth wrap me in its embrace and pull my thoughts to something that doesn’t involve Steele between my legs.
12
Steele
The day went by in a blur. Whisper took off as soon as we got to school. I don’t blame her. I would have run too. Now that classes are over, me, Knox and Callan are warming up for our game tonight. I can’t keep the thoughts of her away from my brain though. The way she felt under me. The way she took all my weight and never complained. The scratches that still linger on my back.
I throw the ball back to Callan when Coach walks up.
“I don’t need to tell you this is an important game,” he says. I nod my head knowing that already.
“Like every other one,” I add.
“Keep up that attitude, Steele.” I roll my eyes and catch the ball when Callan throws it back. Rolling my head, I crack my neck from side to side when I see Shane.
“Your girl is here,” I call out to Callan. He looks to his left and sees her before dragging his gaze back to me. He flips me off as I laugh. Coach calls us into the locker room just as Shane walks toward us. Those two have a history. A fucked up one at that. Shit from our pasts, our families, caused Callan to step away from her. It broke a part of him, I could see it in his eyes.
We all file into the locker room as the coach begins to talk. I roll my shoulders, stretch my legs as I listen to the same speech I always hear. Shane strolls in, her recorder in hand. I huff out a laugh until I see who it is that’s behind her. Anger flares in my chest. What the hell is she doing in here? Her eyes move over the guys, coming to rest on mine while I grind my teeth together. I jerk my head to the side letting her know I want her to go in the back, but she just smirks and flips me off. Knots form in my stomach before I move. Coach watches me but doesn’t say shit when I grab Whisper by the arm and drag her into the back of the locker room. As soon as we are out of everyone’s view, I slam her roughly against the wall.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” One hand stays wrapped around her throat, the other I shove down the front of her pants. She’s wet already which doesn’t surprise me.
“Helping with the paper,” she says softly.
“Are you? Or you checking the guys out?” Yeah, there may be a bit of jealousy there. I claimed her ass, I was inside of her and now she’s mine whether she likes it or not. No one will be touching her but me. Whisper reaches for my hand, jerking it from her jeans and pushing it away.
“I believe I’m free to do what I want, Steele.”
“Is that what you think?” I lean in closer, closing the space between us as I squeeze her throat a little harder.
“I don’t need to think. I know. You don’t own me,” she says gritting her teeth. I love watching her like this. That fire, that burn.
“You don’t think so? Who was inside of you today? Whose cock was filling you, Whisper?” She grins a dark grin at me.
“Do you think you’re the only cock that’s been inside of me? Don’t flatter yourself, Alder.” Slapping my hand away from her throat, she storms from the back room and out into the front. I follow her out, licking my fingers as her gaze finds mine. She’s pissed. Just the way I like her.
“What the hell was that?” Knox asks when I take my spot next to him.
“Just having a little fun.” He chuckles before we go back to listening to Ray talk. Same speech as always. Get the ball, throw it to me. I love football, I love the freedom it gives me but it’s not my passion. Of course, I will play it through college because I enjoy it but when I graduate, so does football. I zone out, ignoring Ray and all his antics. He tries to get us all amped up for the games but we don’t need it. At least me and my brothers don’t. We know what we’re doing and we’re the best on the team. I watch Callan as his eyes drift back to Shane. I don’t know why he doesn’t talk to her. That shit was years ago and handled as far as the founding families go. She isn’t one of us. Never will be, but she moved in and stayed in Rolling Springs and she doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. I nudge Knox and nod toward our little brother when he laughs. Everyone turns to look at him before quickly turning back.
“The hell was that?” I chuckle lightly.
“He needs his cock sucked,” Knox says.
“Agreed. Now to get him to talk to her again.”
“Good luck with that.”
“We should bring her to Intensity tonight.” His head jerks in my direction.