Fuck me.
She lets out a whisper of a breath as her teeth bite into her bottom lip and her grip tightens.
I’ve never wanted to take someone’s lips with mine so badly before.
I swear to Helsgard you better not be fucking her,Jax mindlinks.
Damn him. “Stop,” I groan out.
She looks up at me, hand pausing on my cock.
“We can’t. I can’t.”
“What?” She’s confused. Fuck, I’m confused.
The doorbell rings.
“Dinner’s here.”
Greedily, I plant my lips on her head. This can’t happen again, so I will take what I can get while I can.
She pulls her hand out of my pants and picks up the towel that fell and wraps it around her.
“I’m sorry.” Damn it. What was I thinking?
EVERLEE - ANCESTRAL MEMORIES
Whatinthehellwas that? What was I doing and why am I mad he stopped me? The way he’s been looking at me. At the club, on the stage, here. And then nothing?
So embarrassing.
The other's voices are echoing through the hall as they clamor down the stairs.
What am I doing here?
Get your head in the game, Everlee.
When I walk into the room, there are no clothes on the bed. Or in the drawers. Did he forget?
Probably because you were masturbating, you fairy fucker.
Oh my goddess. They heard me. Well, this is going to make for an awkward fucking dinner.
There’s a soft knock on my door. With the towel still wrapped around me, I crack it open to find a small pile of clothes in a bag. Opening the door wider, I look both ways down the hall, but don’t see anyone. There’s some weight to the bag when I bring it into the room. I dump it out on the bed and rifle through all my options. Shockingly, I don’t hate it. There are several plain colored tops and some plain colored bottoms. A few pairs of shorts, a few pairs of jeans and some joggers.
I shouldn’t do it… but I do.
If you can’t beat them, join them. Although in this case, I won’t draw the same attention a man does in joggers. I could always grab a banana and shove it down my pants and that would probably get their attention. Perhaps. I grab a t-shirt and slip it on without a bra. One, because there isn’t one in the bag. Two, because I don’t want to put mine back on since it wreaks of nervous sweat. And three, because I simply don’t want to.
I’m bouncing downstairs and a few minutes later and Knox, Callum, and Jax are laying out the food on the counter.
Callum looks me up and down and a smile tugs at his lips. It’s the same outfit he’s wearing. Black joggers and a white t-shirt. Only mine is tighter fitting and hugging my breasts.
Knox shoves his fist into his mouth and clamps down on his knuckles, while Jax rolls his eyes.
“Cute,” Callum says.
“This ol’ thing?”
