Page 25 of Use Me Up

But I don’t know if she did like it.

She was probably just crying out in pain while I was forcing myself on her, and it was probably one of the more disgusting things I’ve done in my life.

The guilt of that is like a spill of dark ink in water, but I shove it aside.

Andrew looks me up and down.

I’m naked, wrapped in a blanket, and I still have a condom on my dick, my semen caught in the reservoir at the end, and… well, even without the recording, this is pretty fucking great.

“You’re really doing it,” is what Andrew says.

“So good to see you, Andrew,” I say. “But you’ve come at a bad time. I’m in the middle of something. Your sister’s orgasm. So.” I shut the door in his face.

Well, I try.

He stops me.

It really would have been a perfect line to end a scene, I think, so it’s sort of too bad that I don’t get the door closed.

Andrew forces his way into the house, and his face is red. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says. “She’s younger than us. She’s a beta. She’s a virgin—”

“Was,” I say. “She was a virgin.”

He shuts the door. He throws back his head and bellows, “Hannah! Get down here.”

“Andrew,” I say, “this is none of your business. You don’t need to be here. Your sister is twenty-four years old. She’s quite capable of making her own decisions, and—”

“You are a fucking asswipe, and we both know it,” says Andrew. “God, the way you twist Callie up—” He groans. “What are the chances you’re not going to tell Callie that you’ve fucked another woman besides her?”

“Zero?” I say.

Andrew yells again. “Hannah! Get your ass down here. We are leaving.”

I yell, too. “Hannah, you don’t have to listen to him.”

Andrew rounds on me. “You don’t give a shit about my sister, and we both know that.”

I just smile at him. “She’s a real squealer, your sister.”

Andrew makes a fist and he advances on me.

“Are we going to fight?” I say. “Because, really, if so, you should know, I’m still wearing a condom that was just inside your sister’s pussy, so if we start grappling, that might get on you—”

He slugs me.

I absorb the impact, letting out a wild laugh. Worth it.

I throw the blanket off, and I charge him.

He holds up both hands. “Fucking A, put the blanket back on.”

I stop coming at him, but I don’t put the blanket on.

He barks. “Omega.”

I hate him. I fucking hate him. I put the blanket back on, because he barked and he made me, but then I slam my own fist into his jaw.

He staggers backward, holding the place where I hit him.