AllFreeNovel
Share Us
18
Waking up with a pounding head, thanks to my bad hangover and finding out I’d been using my friend as a pillow, didn’t rate in the top ten of my favourite mornings. But Elliot had managed to take most of the awkwardness out of it. He’d just given me a grin and said he’d heard he made a comfortable pillow. Then he’d dragged me to my feet and hugged me, telling me that him confiding in me about Ander had been a real weight off his mind, finally being able to share his feelings with someone. I’d felt the same; even though I hadn’t disclosed anything that had happened between Liam and me, just talking it through with him had made things a little clearer in my head. I felt lighter, knowing that he understood, given the situation he was in with Ander—which, in all honesty, was way worse than my situation.
In the spirit of friendship, I’d taken him up on his offer to go over to his house for food. We’d shut ourselves in his room, where he showed me a load of photos of him and Ander growing up, and then we’d watched some episodes of an anime show we were both into.
When I arrived back at my house, no one seemed to be around. I knew Preston had gone out somewhere with Kian, and Travis and Damon were nowhere to be seen. There was no noise coming from Liam’s room when I pressed my ear to his door in a completely non-stalkerish way, so I assumed he’d gone out too. I knew I’d have to face him eventually, but I was glad for a reprieve.
After showering and changing into loose shorts and an old T-shirt, I flipped on the lamp next to my bed and connected my phone to my wireless speaker. Loading up Spotify, I hit Play on a random playlist, then crossed over to my desk, where I’d left the tin containing a half-smoked blunt that I’d saved from a couple of nights ago. When I’d hopped up onto the desk, I shoved the window open and lit the blunt. The pipes that ran behind my bedroom started gurgling loudly, so I increased my speaker volume. Smoke curled from the tip of the blunt as I leaned back against the wall next to the window, breathing in the evening air and making the most of this moment where I was alone. With two younger sisters and a sociable family, it was rare that I’d had time to myself in the past. I loved my family more than anything, loved the fact that everyone was welcome in our home, but having the house to myself had been a rarity.
My peace was suddenly shattered when there was a loud pounding on the wall, followed by an angry voice shouting, “Turn your fucking music down, you wanker!”
I guess Liam was home, then. And back to being pissed off with me,again.
There was only one thing I could do. As I took a slow drag of the blunt, I thumbed the volume control on my phone, increasing the level. Music poured out of the speaker, filling the room with a pounding, heavy bass.
Then I sat back and waited for the fireworks to begin.
It didn’t take long before Liam was bursting into my bedroom, my door rebounding off the wall with a bang before slamming shut behind him. He glared at me, all bared teeth and fury in his eyes, and it was so fucking hot.
There had to be something wrong with me that I was finding his anger such a turn-on.
I gave him a lazy grin, holding up the blunt. “Want some?”
“You— No! I don’t want your fucking weed. I want you to turn this fucking music down,now,” he ground out.
“Make me.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he lunged for me, ripping the blunt from my fingers and launching it out of the window.
My shout of indignation died in my throat when he grabbed me and yanked me forwards to the edge of the desk, pressing his body between my legs.
“What happened between you and Elliot?”
Now he was all pressed up against me, growling in my face, spitting fire, and my dick was so fucking hard.
“Nothing.”
I didn’t even get the whole word out before his mouth came down on mine.
This was nothing like the other kisses we’d shared. This was hard, angry, biting. He cupped the back of my head, his fingers digging into my skull as he held me in place. I let my arms go to his shoulders, sliding around to his back, and then I raked my nails downwards.
He moaned into my mouth, yanking me even closer, his hard cock rubbing against the inside of my thigh. The kiss turned less biting but no less frantic, both of us breathless and panting when he finally tore his mouth away.
“What…what was that for?” I leaned my forehead against his, keeping a tight hold on him, my fingers flexing across his deltoids.
“Fuck. Noah.” His voice soundedwrecked. He took a shaky breath, then tilted his head forwards, his mouth going to my throat as he angled my head to the side.
“Liam.”
“Don’t talk. Just…” Lifting his head, he slanted his mouth across mine again, pressing harder into me. When he pulled away this time, he released his grip on me and took one tiny step back, although he remained between my thighs. He planted his hands on the desk on either side of me, his darkened eyes meeting mine. “Elliot.”
I knew what he was asking.
“Nothing happened. It’s not like that. He’s my friend, and I…” I trailed off, unable and unwilling to say the words aloud.I’m only interested in you.
He tugged his full bottom lip between his teeth, his brows pulling together as he studied me. My stomach flipped. He was so fucking gorgeous.
“I saw you with him,” he said eventually. “This morning.”
