Page 56 of Nevermore
“At least they called,” Pete chuckles as he stretches out. “We can be waiting in the living room to avoid Mark or Norm trying to navigate the stairs drunk just to come see us.”
Leo pulls on one of my t-shirts and I can’t help the primal satisfactionthatcauses to rear up inside me.
“I figured as much.” She slides up a baggy pair of Pete’s sweats and turns a smile my way. “Mark was kinda weird the other day after Lucky and I kissed, he’d probably have a stroke walking in on all this.”
God I fucking love her.
I sit up and push my hair back out of my face because I can feel how much of a disaster it is. “I should have picked them up earlier so their cars weren’t here.”
She bites her lip and comes to stand between my knees, glancing behind me at Pete, who has now rolled toward us and is rubbing my back. “Yeah, youreallyshould have but they probably still would have come here anyway.”
“You know...” I pull her closer and start to roll her pants down. “A lot can happen in ten minutes...”
Leo’s fingers tangle in my hair as I dip my head and kiss her pussy, that sweet little slice of heaven closer to my face in this position as I push her pants the rest of the way down. She widens her stance as I do it again, her hand pulling me closer, my tongue seeking admittance to her velvety folds as Pete seemingly perks up. Sliding my hands up her body, I wrap one arm around her back and pull her closer while the other travels to get a handful of boob, my thumb brushing her nipple just as there is pounding on Leo’s front door.
I bite her hip and growl, “I love them, but those guys really fucking suck right now.”
Pete laughs as Leo giggles, and I don’t think there’s a sound that can top that one.
“We can pick this up once they pass out. You know they won’t last too long once they eat and take over my living room,” Leo says as she strokes my hair.
“I know.” I pout cause I’m not too proud. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“Me either,” Pete grunts as he hugs me from behind, both of us watching as Leo pulls up her pants and heads to the dresser.
“I’ll go let them in.” She grabs me and Pete a fresh shirt and sweats before tossing them in my lap. “You want a beer? Cold shower maybe?”
“Yes. To both.”
She laughs and disappears down the stairs leaving us to pout alone.
I’m going to kick their asses.
Even Norm’s.
Those two are definitely going to feel the wrath of cock-blocking me. Especially when theyknowhow they can avoid it completely.
15
LEONOR
Ismile my entire way down the stairs, making a quick detour to the fridge to grab a few beers before I answer the door.
The banging starts up again and I shake my head. Those guys used to have keys but I’m wondering if maybe they don’t carry them anymore after three years of feeling unwelcome.
I need to change that, and hopefully I already got a jump on it.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I shout as I shift the bottles to one hand. “Chill the fuck…” I open the door and my pulse skyrockets when I don’t find the two adorable drunks I was expecting.
Francesco De la Grange is standing at my door, at one thirty in the morning, looking so pissed off that I’d bet if I were a guy, he’d fucking punch me without thinking twice. Hell, he might regardless of gender.
“Wh-what are you d-doing here, Franc?”
The last time I saw Detective De la Grange was just after I came out of my coma. He came to the hospital to get my statement, to ask what I could remember about my attack so they had everything straight. At first, I thought he was kind,understanding, he listened attentively and didn’t pressure me even while he explained how crucial it was that I tell him everything I remembered.
Which at first was nothing, but once I did, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. Those details, they’re things I never wanted to say out loud let alone to a strange man and definitely not when I was alone, in pain, and terrified in my hospital room.
Refusing to talk about every little thing was his switch though because that’s when he turned off the nice guy act. He started pressuring me, pushing harder and harder, saying it was bigger than just me. Franc was the one who told me about the extent of Lucky’s injuries, the one who told me the boys were facing serious time for what they did. After two weeks I finally gave him the best account of what happened that I could, writing it all down because the words were way too hard to actually say.
