“You don’t even like my brother,” I point out, and he shrugs.
“No, I don’t, but you’re my friend and I care about you so therefore, if being close to my enemy is what makes you happy then I’m here to help.” His words shouldn’t make me happy but they do. Garrett isn’t at all what the guys say he is. He’s kind, caring and even… sweet.
“Corv still thinks I was kicked out of school. He has no idea about Mom and Dad not talking to me. I hate myself but I have to do something to my brother that I don’t want to and it is going to kill him, but I have to and I hate myself because of that.” I’m rambling but fuck, it feels good to finally say that out loud.
“Does arguing with Darius have anything to do with not telling him the reason for the change in schools as well?” I shake my head. I’m willing to talk to him about my parents and Corvin but not Darius, that is one thing I can’t trust him with. “The way I see it is you need to give your parents time to come around and realize that their little girl isn’t willing to share everything with them. Corvin, well the guy is such a guy, so give him a couple weeks and he’ll forget about it.” I snort at his reference to my brother.
“You don’t know Corvin, he fixates on things and can’t let anything go until he has solved it.” That’s when I remember I need to talk to my brother about thisworkthing Crue and the others mentioned. I know they don’t have a job after school. I also know that the things they have in their house aren’t from Walmart, they are expensive, so how the hell are they affording it?
“How about we talk about something else to get your mind off all that?” I nod eagerly. “Good, tell me about your new dance routine I saw you and the team practicing in the gym.” A smile spreads across my face. I love talking about dance, but findingsomeone who isn’t on the team, who finds what you are saying interesting is hard. All they want to see is you shaking your ass but not how you learned to pop your hip or how you can rotate your body at a certain angle. We spend hours sitting here talking about dance, football and classes. Garrett hangs onto every word I say and I love that.
“We should head back, it’s getting late.” I peek down at my watch and that’s when my eyes widen, it’s nearly midnight!
“Shit, I lost track of time!” I rush to say as I jump to my feet.
“It’s cool. Come on, I’ll walk you home.” I’ll admit, I swoon like a high schooler. I bite my lip and nod. We fall into step and continue our conversation the whole way home. The walk ends too quickly and I find myself wanting to hang out with him again. We come to a stop on the walkway out front of the house. He doesn’t walk me to the door and truthfully I don’t blame him, it’s not like he’s welcome here. “Leah?” I peek up at him through my lashes.
“Yeah?”
“Um, do you think maybe I could take you to the movies on Friday?” My stomach sinks.
“Garrett, I?—”
“Just as friends,” he rushes to say. I stare at him for a minute trying to see if he’s sincere and when I don’t see any change in his demeanor, I agree. He gives me a toothy grin before leaning down and placing a quick peek to my cheek that has me standing stiff and stunned. “See ya tomorrow,” he calls out as he turns and heads back toward where we came from. When he disappears around the corner, I finally snap out of my shock and head into the house. I climb the porch steps with a goofy smile on my face, grip the door handle but before I can push it open I'm shoved to the side, then pinned against the wall of the house with a hand clamped over my mouth. Fear skyrockets through my body until he moves his face in, his nose touching the tip of mine, but it’shis eyes, they are filled with disgust and anger that I almost want to shrink away from him.
“You enjoy your littledate?” he spits the word date like it burns his tongue. I try to push him off me but Darius doesn’t budge. He pushes in closer until his front is plastered to mine. My treacherous body pushes into him loving his close proximity. His eyes blaze with something other than disgust, lust flares to life to life in his eyes. He yanks his hand away. I drag a full breath before his lips crash against mine. I gasp, and he uses that to his advantage, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. The taste of him has me snapping out of my stupor, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.
The kiss isn’t slow and sensual, it’s a fight for power.
Teeth clashing, but there is a hunger to it, like we both have been starved of each other for so long that we need this in order to survive. It’s then that I remember why I was sitting on the steps and hanging out with Garrett and my anger peaks. I bite down on his bottom lip so hard that I taste blood. He shoves me back until I smack my head against the wall. I release my hold on his lip, and he takes a step back, giving me the much needed space that I’ll need to think clearly after that kiss.
“What the fuck, Goldie?” he snarls, while cupping his lip. I scowl at the asshole.
“You think you can kiss me after you’ve been doing God only knows what with that skank?” He drops his hand to his side and smirks, it isn’t a sexy smirk it’s one that promises pain.
“And I thought that the perfect Goldie liked an open relationship.” His words have me frowning.
“What?” He closes the space between us but this time he pushes his leg between mine as he places his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. He lifts his leg a fraction higher and a gasp tears from me when he presses it right against my pussy.
“See.” He moves his leg rhythmically back and forward as he speaks. “You think I don’t know that seeing her with me pisses you off.” A moan tumbles from my lips when he presses his leg harder against me, then he shifts slightly and the moment his leg connects with my clit, I moan.
Darius
Bingo!
I keep moving my leg back and forward, loving how her eyes glaze over. She maythinkshe hates me but her body sure as fuck doesn’t. She begins to rock her hips trying to chase the high she knows only I can give her. I bend down and lick a trail from the side of her neck to her ear and nibble on her lobe. She moans and reaches out to grip my waist. I hate that her hands on me have a shiver rolling down my spine.
“You want to come, Goldie?” I whisper in her ear before licking it, causing her to moan again.
“Yes,” she pants, her thrusts are growing erratic telling me without words that she’s close. “Oh God, Darius. I’m so close,” she breathes, my mind is in a lust filled haze, and I drop my leg. She opens her mouth to protest but clamps it closed when I push my hand inside her pants. I don’t fuck around, pushing her panties to the side and swiping a single finger through her folds,moaning when I feel how fucking drenched she is. I slip a finger inside her tight wet pussy, relishing in the cry that tears from her lips. I wrap my other arm around her waist to hold her up. I feel her clenching my finger. I insert a second one and love the cry that tears from her throat.
“Ride my fingers and fucking come for me, Goldie!” Like the good little girl she is, she comes on command like always.
“Darius!” she screams so fucking loud I fear she’ll wake the whole house and the neighbors. I bring her down from her high gently as she slumps forward and rests her head against my chest. At the contact my mind clears. I yank my hand free and jump back. She stumbles forward a step, then shoots me a questioning look. I keep my face blank of all emotions. “What’s wrong?”
I lift my head and harden my features as I say. “Just wanted to prove a point that you really are fucking easy and will let anyone in your pants,” I snarl before turning and making my way inside. Before I am out of ear shot I hear her quiet words.
“But you’re not just anyone.” Hearing those five words come from her mouth has a pang hitting me right in the chest. I would have believed those words a few years ago, but not now. I storm up the stairs intending to go straight to my room but pause at the top of the landing when I see Beckett leaning against the wall shooting me a dark look.