Page 50 of Keeping Score

“You two take them up, I’ll get Cody,” he says as he climbs to his feet and steps around us to head back to the car. Beck shoots me a look. I just shrug and shake my head.

“Let’s go before he comes back and yells at me,” I say, causing us both to chuckle quietly as we make our way inside. We pass the living room and come to a stop at the sight of Saint and Crue sitting on the couches watching a movie. “I thought you guys would still be out,” I say. They both look over the back of the sofa and the second they spot Katie in Beckett’s arms they are launching off the couch and rushing around to grab her off him. Utterly baffled and weirded out at the sight of Crue holding the girl close to his chest, with Saint running fingers down her cheek tentatively, I decide to leave them and their fucking trio issue alone, then head upstairs.

I climb the stairs and head for the spare room. The door is ajar so I use my shoulder to push it open. I walk over to the bed and gently lay her down before reaching for the throw blanket at the foot of the bed. I pause at the sight of her boots. Dropping theblanket, I gently peel the boot off her left foot—how the fuck she can walk in these I will never know, but fuck they make her legs look they go on for days. I reach for her right one and gently pull it off. I drop her boot to the floor when I see a tattoo on the side of her ankle.

My eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as I skim my thumb over the letter. Right there on the side of her ankle is a smallD. I may be being presumptuous here but I’m 99.9% sure that D stands for Darius. When a shadow fills the doorway, I gently drop her foot and throw the blanket over her before turning around to see Beck standing there. I sigh, not in the mood for another one of his fucking bullshit heart to hearts. I make my way toward him and he steps back as I close the door quietly behind me. I take two steps toward my room before I stop and turn to face him. He stands there with a look on his face I can’t decipher.

“Just spit it the fuck out,” I snap, too tired and over everyone butting into my shit.

“She made a mistake, D. When are you going to let it go?”

“Stay out of this, Beckett. You and I both know why this shit will never happen,” I say angrily.

He shakes his head in a way that makes me think the fucker is mocking me. “Maybe it’s time you choose a different Williams sibling. A girl like that doesn’t come around often, Darius.”

“And how the fuck would you know?” He closes the space between us until we are chest to chest.

“Because I lost the best thing in my life. I was too stupid to realize how good I had it until I fucking lost it. Don’t be stupid like me, because you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting every choice you ever make becauseshewon’t be by your side. No amount of success or wealth will ever fill the void she will leave in your life.”

I can’t sleep!

I’ve been laying here for hours mulling over Beck’s words. What the fuck happened in his past and who is this girl he speaks of? When I hear the adjoining bathroom door slide open, I close my eyes and feign sleep. I hear her shuffling around my room. I open my eyes to slits as I watch her head for my dresser, open the draw and pull out a shirt before quietly closing it. She turns to leave but then pauses. She slowly swivels back toward me. I keep my breathing even and lay still as she tip toes quietly over to me. I keep my eyes closed fully waiting to see what she does next, when I feel her lips press against mine it takes everything inside me not to move and remain still.

She pulls back and runs the pads of her fingers against my stubble. “I’m so sorry for everything I ever did to you,” she whispers brokenly before retreating back into the bathroom and closing the door. When I hear the shower start running, I bolt upright in bed. The thought of her naked and dripping wet mere feet away from me has my restraint taut and ready to snap. If I go in there, I have to let go of the anger I harbor toward her for what she did to me. I’ll also be risking my friendship with Corvin. He’s warned me to steer clear of her—if I fuck it up he won’t give me another chance.

Maybe it’s time to choose a different Williams sibling.

Beckett’s words play on a loop in my head, taunting me, daring me to take what I want. I’m still mad at her but my need to bury my cock inside her outweighs some of my anger. I throw the covers off and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I scrub my hands down my face as a war of emotions spur to life inside me.

“Fuck it!” I growl as I storm toward the bathroom. I grip the handle ready to slide it open but the sound of a moan has me pausing. I lean my ear against the door and strain my hearing. Another moan slips from her mouth.

“Oh God.” A thought hits me, what if she’s in there with Beckett? “Darius.” The sound of my name slipping from her sinful lips has the worry fleeing my body. I edge the door open just enough for me to see her with her fingers buried inside her pussy. Her other hand is pinching her nipple. She throws her head back as another moan crawls its way out of her. My cock twitches in my boxers from seeing the water dripping down her delectable body and seeing her cheeks heat as she chases her high. Her eyes are closed as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of herself. An irrational sense of jealousy overcomes me. I’m the only one who gets to make her come. I quietly slide the door open, she’s too lost in the pleasure she is inflicting on herself to notice me.

I push my boxers down my legs. My cock springs free and smacks against my stomach as I kick them to the side. I slowly creep forward and open the shower door. Her eyes snap open. Before she can scream in fright I dart into the stall and cover her mouth with my hand as I push her flush against the wall. Her eyes are wide and filled with shock and lust. The showerhead soaks me and has water dripping down my face, forcing my hair to flop against my forehead. She gingerly reaches up and pushes it back, making an involuntary shiver work its way down my spine at the feeling of her touching me.

“This is just me needing to fuck you, nothing more.” Her brows bunch into the center of her face. “Can you handle that?” I slowly remove my hand from her mouth and use it to grip her waist. A small gasp slips from her lips. I know I sound like a prick but right now I can’t promise her more than this. I’m notready to jump into trying to work things out with this anger still inside me.

“I’ll take you anyway I can,” she says with determination. Rather than using words I answer her by slamming my mouth against hers. She opens for me like always, and the moment I push my tongue inside her mouth, a groan tears from me at the taste of her. She reaches out and runs her hands down my chest. The second her fingers skim across my cock, I break the kiss and groan as I lean my forehead against hers.

“Get on your knees and suck it.” My voice is raspy and thick with need. She doesn’t hesitate to do as she is told. She lowers to her knees and grips the base of my cock. She pumps it a couple times forcing me to reach out and lean my hands against the wall to keep my balance. She darts her tongue and swipes it across the head of my dick. “Fuck,” I snarl as a shiver works its way up my spine. The second she wraps her lips around my cock, a strangled moan tears out of me—the girl is a pro at sucking dick. The way she swirls her tongue around the underside of my cock has my hips thrusting forward of their own accord. Unable to take her teasing, I drop one of my hands into her hair, fisting it as I begin to fuck her face without mercy. I force her to take everything I have to give. She doesn’t protest, instead she grips my ass and pulls me forward until my dick is rammed all the way down her throat.

My breathing picks up, my thrusts grow unsteady. When I feel my balls begin to tighten, I rip my cock free of her mouth, grip my shaft and pump it four times, then roar out my release as I watch jets of my cum spurt all over her face and tits. I stare down at her, expecting her to be pissed at what I just did. When she swipes a finger across her cheek, wiping my cum onto the digit, she brings it to her mouth, flicks her eyes to mine and sucks it clean as she moans at the taste.

“Jesus!” I growl as I push off the wall and offer her my hand. She takes it, then steps under the spray of water with her back to me.

“You don’t have to stick around,” she says before ducking her head under the water. Her dismissal of me pisses me off. If she thinks her sucking my cock was enough, she is so fucking mistaken.

Leah

His hand grips my hair and yanks my head back drawing a strangled groan of pain from me. He pulls me toward him and gets right in my face. Water drips down his own, making him look like a literal wet dream.

“I’m not done with you,” he grits out before his mouth crashes against mine. I kiss him back, pouring everything I feel for him into this kiss. His hold on my hair releases as I wrap my arms around his neck. Then his hands slide down my body to grip the back of my thighs, and hoist me up. My legs lock around his waist instinctively. He turns us so my back is against the tiled wall. The look in his eyes steals the breath from my lungs. I can see the hurt lurking beneath the surface, but the one emotion that pushes to the surface of his eyes is desire. We remain still, staring at each other for a long time. It causes a lump to form in my throat. Before I can call him on it, he plasters his mouth tomine, this time his kiss isn’t hurried or angry, it’s soft, slow and sensual.

I run my fingers through his hair before allowing my hands to roam his body. I touch everywhere I can. I feel him doing the same but I also know that he is doing it for the same reasons as I am—we’re cementing the feeling of each other into our memory because this isn’t just him and me wanting to fuck. This is his way of saying goodbye to me and this is my way of trying to convince myself that I just need to feel him one more time inside me so I can let him go. He breaks our kiss and shifts me until I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. I hold his gaze as he slowly lowers me onto him. My mouth opens as a heady moan escapes me at the feeling of having him inside me again.

Once he is buried inside me, we both sigh in contentment. He keeps his eyes on me as he slowly rocks in and out, drawing a strangled whimper from me. The longer I look into his eyes and feel his body pressed against me, it gives me everything but at the same time takes it all away. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, unable to look at him anymore—it hurts too much. Tears cascade down my cheeks. I don’t understand how I can feel so heartbroken but in turn feel so fucking alive because of how amazing he is making me feel. When he thrusts inside me with more force then a second ago, I cry out. He does it again. I try to remain quiet but I can’t.

“Bite me or you’re going to wake your fucking brother.” I do as he says and clamp down on the soft skin between his neck and shoulder. He growls at the feeling. His grip on my ass tightens as he continues to thrust inside me at the right speed. I can feel the walls of my pussy clamping down on his cock and he groans his approval. “Fuck you feel so good, Goldie,” he grits out. I drag my nails down his back, drawing shudders from him. I tear my mouth off his neck and smash my lips against his, kissing him with everything I have. I feel my orgasm cresting and try tobreak the kiss but he won’t let me. He reaches up with one of his hands, grips the back of my neck and holds me in place as he continues to pound inside me. I scream into his mouth as an orgasm so intense and raw rips through me.

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