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“You like us making your life hell.”
Narrowing my gaze, I say, “Do not. All I want is to be left alone. I came here to forget about my past, and then you show up here, and ruin everything.”
Sullivan shrugs his sculpted shoulders, “I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not. You fucked me over that night, Harlow.” He takes a step forward, his huge hand reaching out for me, cupping my cheek gently. I should pull away, run back to my dorm, but I can’t. I crave their attention as much as I hate it. I need more, so much more.
“I thought you were different, sweet, and innocent. That night, I was sure I saw a glimpse of a girl that cared, and then like a snake slithering through the grass you showed your true self, sinking your teeth into my skin, injecting me with a nasty venom,” he snarls, and even angry he looks beautiful, like a tall wave and I’m the coastline standing in his way.
“I….” My tongue darts out over my bottom lip and his gaze hones in on the movement. The muscles in his throat tightening as he swallows.
“You’re a temptress, and I’m weak, so fucking weak for you,” he whispers, leaning forward, his hot breath fanning against my lips.
Kiss me. I think to myself, but then decide to take charge pushing up onto my tiptoes I brush my lips against his. A groan resonates from somewhere deep inside of him, and his free hand moves to my hip. My shirt rides up with the movement and I gasp at the feel of his hand on my bare skin. Ahh, it feels heavenly.
“You want me, don’t you?” There’s a huskiness to his voice and I nod my head, unable to form a single word. There’s something in the back of my mind that tells me this is a bad idea, but I push the thought away. All I want is to feel wanted, loved, cared for, and in some twisted way the Bishop Brothers make me feel all those things, even if they don’t realize it.
With a gentle nudge he pushes me against the side of the building and out of the street lamp light. It’s harder to see him this way, but not impossible. I can still hear his heavy breathing and feel the hardness of his body brushing against all my softness. Everything is different between us this time, the very first time he kissed me he was gentle, kind, unsure. But this time there’s a darkness that clings to him, and I want that darkness to overtake me, to claim me.
He Slides his hand from my hip up my body, until he’s cupping my breast through the silky fabric of my bra. My knees shake as molten lava pools in my belly when he flicks his thumb over the hardened nub.
“Sometimes, at night when I can’t sleep, I think about what you look like when you come. And I wonder, do you think about just me, or me and my brothers?”
“Oh god,” I sigh, my core tightening around nothing but air. I want his fingers there, his tongue, his… it dawns on me then, do I really want him to be my first?
All the thoughts inside my head become fuzzy when he flicks his finger over my nipple again, and leans forward, peppering my throat with hot kisses. Kisses that turn into something more, and soon he’s sucking on the tender flesh below my ear. Eliciting quiet mewls of pleasure out of me. Like a tiny kitten I claw at him, pulling him closer.
Lost in my own little bubble of joy, I don’t notice someone approaching until a throat is being cleared right beside us.
Oh my god! Without thought I’m shoving at Sullivan’s chest. He takes a step back, chest heaving, eyes flickering with fire as he stares down at me with confusion. Without his body shielding mine two girls come into view. They both wear the same look of disgust and I notice then that there’s also a guy with them.
“You done with her brother?”
I blink, and for some reason betrayal cuts deep into the tender tissue of my heart hearing Oliver’s voice. He’s with two girls. He was in a hurry to get away from me to be with them.
“Yeah, you done with that, Sullivan?” One of them snickers. Tears glisten in my eyes. I couldn’t stop them from forming even if I wanted to. There’s a sick feeling that coats my insides at being caught out here, letting him feel me up like some cheap whore.
Something that looks an awful lot like shame flickers in Sullivan blue depths but before I can read him completely a mask falls into place, overtaking his true emotions. He takes a step back, the street lamp above emitting a soft glow over his features.
