“Because I’m so HOT BABY YEAH!” he yells. “Speaking of hotness…” he fires out a hand and undoes my coat with an effortless flick of his wrist. He’s done that before, I think as he peels back my coat, exposing way more skin than I’m comfortable with showing to the entire room. “How fucking SEXY is my sister-bride?” he screams. The whole room cheers and whistles, and I beg the ground to swallow me up. It doesn’t, but Slate does hand me a stiff drink, so it’s not all bad.
“Dance with me, beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear, spinning me to face him and holding me close. It’s the perfect distraction and I happily let Slate lead me in a slow seductive dance that’s at total opposites to the driving beat of the music.
We dance for hours, drink too much and have a great time. Onyx is dressed as a sexy geek with glasses and everything, and he even dances with Elsie. Things are going great until some guy from the twin’s year decides he wants to dance with me. Whilst that wouldn’t normally be a problem, this guy gets a bit too handsy and it all kicks off.
“Get your fucking hands off my sister,” Kalen growls. He doesn’t quite manage to sound menacing but it’s the thought that counts. When the guy doesn’t listen, pulling me closer and grabbing my ass with a bruising force, Onyx loses it.
He punches the guy, knocking him back onto his ass, then straddles him and rains down blow after blow.
“Fuck!” I scream. “Onyx, stop!” He doesn’t listen. Someone yanks me out of the way and I’m suddenly wrapped in Kalen’s arms, pressed against his oily slick chest.
“Get her out of here!” Slate hisses at Kalen, who immediately begins to drag me towards Sawyer’s bedroom.
“Let me go, Kalen!” I start to struggle.
“Wait in there,” he tells me, pushing me through the door and closing it behind me before I can protest. I stay put, despite every instinct telling me to get my ass back out there.
Outside the bedroom I hear the music abruptly shut off and then Kalen yells “Get the fuck out! Party’s over!” I hear the sounds of disgruntled partiers being kicked out, annoyed that their buzz has been killed so early. For a few moments all is quiet and then Onyx roars, “Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down! Where the fuck is she?!”
I have about half a second’s warning to clear the door when it flies open with a bang and Onyx is upon me. We fall back onto the bed, Onyx on top of me and before I can blink he’s kissing the shit out of me.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask, pulling back.
“No-one touches you.”
“Onyx-” I begin to reproach him.
“No. Even if you were just my goddamn sister like Kalen keeps insisting, I wouldn’t let anyone touch you like that. I protect my goddamn family.”
“Not your sister,” I grumble. I know he thinks he’s being sweet, but I’ve had enough over-protection from Smalls and my actual brother to last me a lifetime.
“I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine, Amelie,” he growls against my lips.
“I think you mean ours, brother dearest,” Kalen calls from the open doorway, tutting. “We share our toys, O.”
I sit up on the bed and quickly check for a nip slip. I’m good.
“Has everyone gone?” I ask, choosing to ignore Kalen’s joke.
“Just,” Slate answers, joining us and closing the door. He's just wiping off the last of his face paint with a towel, but he’s still rocking the athletic look. It makes my thighs clench.
“Erm, why are we hanging out in here then? Surely the house is trashed and we need to sort it.”
“Relax, Amelie,” Slate says, holding up his hands in a calming gesture. “We’ll tidy up in the morning. Sawyer isn’t back til after lunch.”
“So we’re staying here?”
“Yep,” Kalen grins.
“But there’s only one bedroom.”
“Yep.”
“How do you know?” Onyx snaps, staring at me sharply. He’s removed his fake specs and despite the nerdy tank vest, looks more like himself. Especially with the scowl he’s levelling my way.
I blush and don’t answer.
“Sis has had sexy time on this bed already! Shall we compete? You can tell us who’s the best,” Kalen crows.
