Page 42 of A Little Bit Reckless
I froze, his masculine scent filling my nose, and the next thing I knew, he was messing with my sweatpants. He managed to get a hand inside, and I pulled that shit right back out. I shoved his hand away. “What are you doing?”
Ignoring me, he shoved me down to the floor. His mouth returned to mine, and it was just like that day he came onto me at our house. He was all anger, allheat, and I winced just like I had the last time this happened. This shit hurt like a son of a bitch.
“Stop,” I gritted, my heart racing, but then he bit me. Groaning, I felt the heat rush to my cock the same time I got a hold of his shirt to push him away. This wasn’t right, and I wasn’t going to let him do this shit to me again. I only joined in on his study sessions with Bow to see what was going on with him and her. He acted like he hated her, but he didn’t that night she was on the balcony. In fact, the only other time I’d seen him that scared was right before I woke him up tonight.
“No,” I growled, forcing him back, away. It took effort, and even though I was stronger than him physically, that didn’t matter. Mentally, this asshole had me in a headlock.
He wasn’t the only one.
How quickly I took up Bow’s invitation to come to her house tonight and definitely used her brother as an excuse. Yeah, I probably would have been able to hear Thatcher and his girlfriend fucking, but a set of earplugs could have correctedthat. I lived in a house full of dudes who had serious girlfriends. Having a good set of earplugs was a given.
I took Bow up on her invitation because I wanted to be close to her, and I also didn’t want Wells around her. For some reason, I got territorial seeing them together. I think it was because I did know they were friends, and it didn’t matter whether Wells passed that off or not. I saw the way he looked when he had his hands on her tonight. Technically, it had beenmyhands, but I merely felt like a conduit. Like he was touching herthrough me, and the heat that backed his eyes confirmed that, the way he stared down at her…
“Don’t let go… Hold her steady, bro… Just like that…”
Wells had said similar things while we were in bed with a woman. He told me what to do, how to treat a partner and how to fuck her within an inch of her life. He did that so beautifully. We did thattogether.
“Don’t let go of her. Guide her…”
There was something… happening, and it wasn’t just between Wells and Bow, Bow and me, or even Wells and me. It wasus. All three of us because the heat in Wells’s eyes only ignited when it returned to mine. Honestly, I thought he’d punch me after seeing how being so close to Thatcher’s sister affected me. He’d do that on behalf of Thatcher whether she annoyed him or not, but that’snotwhat happened. Wells’s grip on my hands increased. Like he didn’t exactly mind I was touching our best friend’s little sister.
It didn’t make sense.
My confusion about his actions only outweighed the confusion about my own. When the evening started, I didn’t want Wells having anything to do with Bow. I was into her, and I was jealous of Bow’s history with Wells for some reason.Iwanted to be her fucking friend, but in the same thought, I alsowanted Wells. It was so fucking confusing, but when the three of us were dancing together tonight, it wasn’t. It’d all felt natural.
It felt right.
It felt just as good as Wells Ambrose shoving his tongue down my throat now, but I couldn’t do this with him. I couldn’t let him do thisto me, not again. I gripped his arms, attempting to shove him off me.
“Don’t fucking fight me,” he growled, his tongue flicking mine, and I groaned. He also returned his hand to my sweatpants. With a skilled hand, Wells felt me up from the outside and a charged noise left my throat. My head rolled back into Bow’s rug, and I felt so fucking weak. Wells gripped my jaw. “Let me own you.”
Why was I? Why did I let this dude get to me every fucking time?
Fighting his draw, I reared back. My fist connected with his perfect jaw, and he bit my lip before separating from my mouth. The immediate taste of metal filled my mouth, and Wells laughed upon seeing it before crowding me and tasting the blood himself.
Fuck.
“No.” His hair was in my hands, but I wasn’t pushing him off me anymore. My hands were embedded in his scalp, but I wasn’t pushing him away. Why wasn’t I pushing him away? “Wells, I swear to God…”
My threats were empty because when his chin dipped, I let him pepper kisses across my jaw, then my neck. His hand slid into my sweatpants, and my back instinctually lifted off the floor.
“Please,” he said, all laughter in his voice gone. He was begging me, and Wells Ambrose didn’t beg. His teeth sunk into my neck the same time his relentless fist got a hold of my cock. He pumped, and I immediately swelled inside his grip. I didn’twant to be affected by his touch. I just couldn’t… help it. He pressed his mouth against my neck. “Bru, I need to fuck you. Please let me.”
Again, Wells never pleaded with anyone, and definitely not me. In actuality, he typically got off on being able to control me.
I felt like the one who was in control in this moment, and that ache his voice had when he’d been sleeping, dreaming returned. He sounded like he needed me and not whoever he was thinking about in his dream.
He sounded like he wanted me.
“Fuck,” I gritted, completely giving in when I grabbed his face. I forced him closer, and he kissed me harder, deeper.
“Shit,” Wells ground out and somehow we both ended up back on the futon. I didn’t know who grabbed who but we both ended up falling on it.
The legs buckled.
I thought that shit would seriously break with both of us on top of it. We quickly became a sea of dueling tongues and aggressive kisses. Wells lost his shirt, and we collided against each other like crashing waves. We were two tsunamis fighting for dominance, and there was nothing like kissing this guy, fucking him. I’d always known I’d been into guys as much as girls, but I’d never been with any guys until I’d gone overseas for college. I had a few male partners here and there, but it was different being with Wells.
It felt different.
