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Before this moment, I would have told you that would have been triggering for me. But his dirty words only send a fresh wave of arousal to my pussy. I want more, so I wrap my lips over his head, hollow my cheeks, and suck him down. The sounds he makes have me gyrating my hips to try and get some friction against my swollen clit.
“Fuck, Elle.” Hayden loses his control, pumping his hips and fucking my mouth. I have nowhere to go, the back of my head already against the cabinet, so I sit back on my heels and take it.
It takes no time at all for him to hold my head in place and gagging me with his monster cock. He comes down my throat with a grunt and I swallow every drop. As soon as he’s clean, he hauls me up by my arms and kisses me deeply.
Jesus. What does this mean? Am I with Hayden now? If Lance finds out, will he automatically assume he’s welcome in my knickers? Is this just a one-time thing? Have I just been used? Again? Oh God, when will I learn to think with my brain before letting my traitorous pussy take over?
“Stop thinking, Elle. Just breathe.” Hayden speaks against my lips, drawing me from my intrusive thoughts.
I open my eyes slowly to stare into his moss green ones. He’s smiling at me as if to reiterate his point that I should not be worrying. Before my anxiety can completely dull, the sound of the electronic lock clicking cut through that of our panting breaths. As the front door opens straight into the kitchen, the two of us jump apart. I don’t have time to button up my shirt, so I just pull the two sides together, clutching them at my chest.
Lance and Brent walk in to find me like that and Hayden’s back to the door, although his movements make it obvious that he is zipping up his fly. That, combined with my state of undress and both of our kiss swollen lips, makes it quite obvious that we have been acting salaciously.
Brent does little but clench his jaw and walk off to his room in the opposite direction to Lance’s and Hayden’s. Brent hasn’t spoken a word to me since the guys told me about their less than savoury roles in this city. Hayden and Lance have both tried to engage me in conversation and not wanting to seem ungrateful for the safety they’re providing I have answered questions and spoken when absolutely necessary. Brent rarely wanted idle conversation with me when we lived together, but now that I’m staying with them he seems even less inclined.
Lance stares at us a little shocked for a few moments before seeming to collect himself. He holds up a brown paper bag, “I bought dinner, if you’re interested?”
“Um, yeah. Could I shower and change first?” I mumble.
“Of course, sweetheart,” he smiles gently.
I leave Lance and Hayden in the kitchen staring at each other with solemn expressions, having a silent conversation that I did not want to interpret.
34
ELLE
Two weeks. It’s been two long fucking weeks living with the guys again. I’ve camped out in Hayden’s room that he’s relinquished to me, and I am starting to feel like a hamster in a cage. Hayden hasn’t said anything about kitchen-gate 2.0, but he has stolen the odd kiss here and there when we’ve been alone. I’ve let him too. It’s hard to resist Hayden’s charm and perfect lips. I have slept in his bed every night while he claims to take the couch, but I am quite sure he’s been sleeping with Lance, and I can’t help imagining them together while I’m alone at night.
I have been allowed to leave the house a few times, with a chaperone, which I’m starting to feel is a little excessive but I have been advised that it is non-negotiable. Lance and Brent accompanied me to meet with Gray and Gaby for coffee. Well, Lance accompanied me, I’m pretty sure Brent was just there because Lance was.
Monday, Hayden had gone with me to the club for our regular rehearsal day, and I was swarmed by everyone giving me hugs and asking me how I was. I stuck with the mugging story I’d come up with at choir group and everyone was appropriately shocked. Hayden glowered when Flynn held on to me a little longer than was necessary and I had to bite back a smile. Today, I am actually being allowed to go to work and I am so excited. My bruised cheek is still visible but now a yellowish colour, and the tenderness is eased enough that I can cover it with makeup.
I choose to get ready before work despite there being a decent dressing room at the club. I just feel better having already covered the bruise to avoid questions and the sympathetic stares. I head to the living room expecting Lance, but Brent stands there, clearly waiting for me, hands in the pockets of his expensive navy slacks.
“Where’s Lance?”
“Busy. I’m taking you.” He heads to the door without another word, and I follow him.
“Elle! How you feeling?” Flynn says as we cross paths in the dressing room. He hugs me, squeezing a little too tight so the bruise at my ribs smarts. I can see Brent eying me, seeing the pain I’m trying to mask.
“Oh, I’m fine,” I smile through the discomfort.
“I still can’t believe you got mugged,” he cups my face, looking at me in concern. “No more walking home alone at night, okay? I’ll stick around tonight and walk with you.”
“Ah, thanks bud,” I knock his shoulder. “But I’m actually staying with some friends and this big guy here,” I say, pointing my thumb over my shoulder before continuing, “is taking me home, so no need to worry.”
Flynn looks at Brent behind me. You know how some people have resting bitch face? Well, Brent has resting look-at-me-wrong-and-I’ll-smother-you-in-your-sleep face and I can probably count on one hand the number of times he’s cracked a smile. It’s understandable that Flynn swallows at the sight of him. “Oh cool,” he says, several octaves higher than usual and scurries away.
Brent is smirking when I look back at him and it makes my lips twitch.
“You like intimidating people, huh?”
“It’s what I’m good at, princess.”
My insides do funny things at the sound of the nickname he held for me over the course of our sort of friendship. It had never been affectionate; Brent called me princess because he thought I was high maintenance and out of touch with reality. But hearing it now feels different. It sends a shiver down my spine and goosebumps along my arms.
“You don’t have to follow me into the dressing room you know?” I say, not stopping him from doing so. I was already changed, so it’s not like he was going to get an eyeful.
