“We need to fix something.” He looks up at me, his warm breath fanning my center.
I catch on quickly.
I once told him I’d never been with someone who gave back. That Blake was so selfish in bed he never even tried. One move is all it takes. I can’t, for the life of me, wrap my mind around how quickly he slides my underwear down my legs. My brain steps aside, passing the lead over to my body. If he does this, he’s going to be the first guy to go down on me.
“W-Will, I’ve never—”
“I know.” He gives me a reassuring smile. “Which is why we’re going to do this right.”
Before I can overthink it, he wraps his arms around my thighs and spreads them apart.
“Fuck, Kass.” He grunts at the sight of me, and I flush. Finally, he leans in, his tongue meeting the sweetest of spots.
My eyes shutter closed.
Beeeeeeeeep.
That’s me going into cardiac arrest.
His tongue is slow, hesitant, at first. Until he increases the pressure and my eyes roll back.
Oh, sweet Lord, have mercy on me.
One of his fingers joins the party, squeezing inside me and curling its way to my G-spot. Then comes finger number two. I can hear my own arousal, which is a first for me seeing as Blake made me as wet as the fucking desert.
I remind myself that Winter is sleeping right down the hall when he picks up the pace, climbing up my body again and biting on the skin under my ear while his fingers speed in and out of me. It’s becoming harder and harder to be quiet. What he says next leaves me to question if he can read my mind.
“Don’t moan, baby,” he rasps into my ear. “You wouldn’t want to get caught, would you?”
It feels like I’m going to have a heart attack just from that.
He goes back down on me, cupping my breast over my bralette and tugging at the fabric like he’s this close to ripping it off me. It takes him a matter of minutes to make me shake. An overwhelming pressure builds up in my stomach.
“T-This doesn’t feel like…”
“Like when you do it?” he finishes, and I nod, embarrassed. “That’s the whole point, Kass.”
“What kind of sorcery is this?” I say, and he laughs. I search his eyes for a logical explanation, but there is nothing logical about this. Nothing logical about us.
“Give it up,” he commands.
“What?”
“Control.” His order sucker punches me. “Give it up.”
I shake my head, the pleasure growing impossible to ignore. “But I—”
“I said don’t fucking fight it.” He pumps harder, the authority in his voice sending me over the edge. I surrender to him, my stomach clenching as he twirls his tongue around me until I’m practically convulsing. Pleasure zaps through my body like thunder. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” he says, his voice thick with need.
I used to call the nickname baby cheesy, but now that it’s mine and Will is the one giving it to me, I’m keeping it. Withdrawing his fingers, he gives me a second to catch my breath, but I don’t want a second. I want him. All of him. Running on lust, I cross my legs behind his back and guide him closer. If we weren’t breathing so heavily, he’d definitely hear my pounding heart right now. He kisses me. Long and slow. But… his lips on mine aren’t all that I feel. He’s at my entrance, bare and hard.
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
This is wrong.
So wrong.
I dig the heels of my feet into his back without thinking. He inches himself deeper and deeper. Then, just as he’s about to take the final step…
He stops.
His eyes snap open like he’s just come out of a trance. So many emotions fill his gaze: panic, regret, fear. All the emotions you don’t want to see in a guy’s eyes when he’s nearly inside you.
“What the fuck am I doing?” He blinks repeatedly.
I was wrong.
This.
This is the part where he runs.
“We’re… This…” He can’t bring himself to speak, moving off me and finding his boxers on the bed. He throws his clothes back on in a heartbeat, covering his face with his hand, on the verge of a breakdown.
“Will.” I falter.
“Do you… Do you realize how fucked-up this is?” he rambles, out of his mind. “We… I just… I almost had sex with my best friend’s sister on his bed. His fucking bed, Kass!”
It hits me twice as hard as it did him.
He’s right.
We are on my brother’s bed.
The truth sinks into me like a rock. This is Kendrick’s bedroom. How could I do something like this? For that one, blissful second, we forgot about the world. Forgot where we were, who we were. All that mattered was this.
Us.
And this moment.
“I have to get out of here.” He runs a nervous hand through his hair, heading for the door.
“Will!”
Truth is, I have no idea what to say. Maybe because he’s right. Maybe we can never be more than this.
Seconds before he’s out the door, he halts, shooting me a look full of regrets that makes my heart bleed.
“You were right to stay away from me” is the last thing he says before leaving me half-naked on my brother’s bed.
Will
The chanting of the crowd echoing in my head, I march into the ring with perfectly rehearsed, automatic steps. Adrenaline pervades my being, seeping through every bone, every nerve ending in my body.
This fight. This moment. The next few minutes are going to determine whether the upcoming month of my life is hell. And I might not know shit about what I’m doing most of the time, but I know something about right now: I can’t lose this fight.
Standing across the ring, ready to pounce, is Ian, leader of the Scars, our second most dreaded competitors after Haze and his fighters. Behind Ian, miserably failing to assert dominance and intimidate us, are his guys. All bearing the same creepy-ass mark beneath their eyes.
Four grand.
It’s all I can see when I look at him.
Four fucking grand to beat his ass.
I glance at Kendrick, Blake, and Alex over my shoulder.
“You’ve got this,” Alex hypes.
This was supposed to be Kendrick’s fight. Been scheduled for a while now. But in two days, he’ll be fighting Haze, and we can’t risk him getting pummeled—cough, again, cough—before such an important fight.
Today, money is at stake.
In two days, it’ll be his cousin’s life.
We won’t let Haze have Winter. Not if we can help it. She’s a good person. She doesn’t deserve this. Blake intended on taking this fight, so I came up with a shitty excuse about needing to blow off some steam. Truth is, I desperately need the money. I haven’t snagged any high-paying fight this month, and I’m starting to run out of options.
Man, what I wouldn’t do for a good night’s sleep. Haven’t had one since the night I snuck into Kass’s room and witnessed the most awkward mom sex talk of all time. I still can’t believe how easily I fell asleep with her. How defenseless my demons were against the blonde, blue-eyed angel by my side.
Kass…