Feeling exposed, I straightened my clothes and attempted to control my breathing.
I swallowed, my body trembling as Nix raised the fingers that had touched me to his face and pushed them into his mouth, sucking off my arousal.
“So sweet,” he said, his face turning slightly smug. Nix glanced down my body, taking in my rock-hard nipples and the color that must be staining my entire body. My skin was lightly sweaty, and I could smell my arousal as it lay thickly between us.
I was on a high that I thought I could never come down from until his next words dragged me back to earth. Nix placed his mouth close to the cuff of my ear. “If I can do that with just my fingers, imagine what I can do with my dick.” His crude words had no place there. Not when he had just given me one of my firsts. I drew back, hitting my head on the door as Nix added, “kneecap snapping shit, baby.”
Brutal? More like fucking brute. Nix stepped back, and the desire to wipe the grin off his face powered through me. Before I could stop myself, the palm of my hand hit Phoenix hard across one cheek. It sounded like a gunshot, and his head rocked to one side with the force of the slap.
“I hope your dick falls off!”
Whilst he was coming to terms with the change in atmosphere, I hurled myself out into the hallway.
I heard him yell my name as I got to my room and closed the door. Moments later, there was a loud bang. It was so loud that it should have woken everyone in the house.
After gathering a breath, I moved to my bed and lowered myself onto the mattress; my entire body was shaking.
I had no idea what just happened or how I felt about it, but I knew regret wasn’t one of the things I was feeling.
Confusedwas one way of describing it. And then I closed my eyes and slept like the dead.
PHOENIX
“What thefuck, bro?” a voicerumbledinto my half-asleep state.
It had been a restless night, spicy thoughts of Harper making me hot and horny. Until my birth mother had appeared, causing my hard-on to deflate in a nanosecond.
We were at Disneyland, which was odd. I had never been to Disney, and it wasn’t somewhere I ever wanted to visit. I didn’t like heights and hated rollercoasters. Why subject yourself to something that made you want to puke? To me, there was no logic there.
My brothers, on the other hand,lovedthem. I remember Ma taking us to New England on holiday when Hudson had just joined the family. We went to Six Flags for the day, and I spent the entire time barfing my guts up. The boys thoroughly enjoyed the experience, especially the part where they called me a pussy all day. They’d also gotten away with it, as I’d been too ill to beat the shit out of them.
In my dream, I had been in the middle of fucking Harper behind a plastic rock under the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad ride. It was hot until my mother turned up with Micky and Minnie in tow and told me I was doing it wrong.
That’s some fucked up shitrightthere. It was the type of stuff no parent should ever see. Messed up, I know. What could I say? Both women had been on my mind, but for very different reasons.
“Earth to dickhead!”
Hudson’s voice penetrated my skull like a house drill.
Raking my hands through my hair, I lifted my heavy head off the pillow and told myself to wake the fuck up already. “What’s with the shouting, bro? Ever heard of a hangover?” I moaned through squinted eyes. The room was as blurry as fuck.
My oldest brother was such a cranky bastard. How his girlfriend put up with his mood swings was a miracle. Molly had a human version of a headache in Hudson.
“Mind explaining the massive fucking hole in the wall?” The noise coming from Hudson's big mouth continued to needle me; he was far too loud for the morning-after scenario I was suffering from.
Pushing onto my elbows, I fully opened my eyes and raised an eyebrow. And there he was, the irritable cunt, glaring at me through that eight-inch gap I’d created with my fist the previous night.
Oh.
“You want to bring it down a decibel?”
“Brutal?” he barked out. It was a warning.
“What?” I rasped back.
“You were about to explain why I can now see from my room into yours?”
I toyed with several answers, but went with, “Because you’re standing there looking in like a nosy-assed motherfucker?”
