Page 112 of Like Grim Death: Part One
He runs his tongue over his teeth, hazel eyes lighting up. “You didn’t seem to mind at Ignis, with your other sister.”
I narrow my gaze, but Sid is trying to pull Rain from me again and I reluctantly break eye contact with Ez to transfer my nephew to Sid’s arms.
She snatches up his bottle before she leans back against the couch, but her eyes come to mine. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” she scolds Ezra without looking at him. “And you.” Rain starts to whine in her arms, his eyes crinkled shut, his mouth open in annoyance. She guides the bottle to his mouth with ease, still addressing me as he drinks his milk greedily, his little fingers coming to the plastic of the bottle. “Since when did you let Ella fuck around with other guys right under your nose?”
“You Really Shouldn’t Love Me” by White Punk and TMTTMF starts to play from the speaker, and I smile at Sid.
“Since when did you think you could putyourpretty little nose in my fucking business, Angel?”
She glances at Rain, then glares again at me. “Watch your goddamn mouth.”
I ignore her and instead I lift my chin and stare down at her as I call out, “Yo, Ella.”
It seems like silence descends over the deck, broken only by Cain saying quietly, “Here we go.”
I don’t look at Ella, but I hear a low voice answer me with, “Yeah, Mavy?”
I arch a brow at Sid, a smirk pulling on my mouth. “Come here.”
Sid says nothing, still holding eye contact with me.
The quiet, aside from the song playing, continues. A second passes. Another. But then I hear Ella’s light footsteps as she crosses the deck. A second later, I see her shadow fall over me, then she’s standing in front of me, her thick, pale thighs inches from me. I can smell the scent of alcohol and vanilla emanating from her. Her fingers are twisted together in front of her, and she doesn’t speak.
I keep staring at Sid. “Hey, Cain, you mind taking Rain for me?”
Sid swallows, but as Cain chuckles and stands, coming over to lean down and gently pull Rain from my sister’s hold, she doesn’t protest.
Cain straightens, his steps quiet as he heads inside, still feeding Rain, the door slamming closed behind him.
“Ay, Atty, you should come here too,” Ez says from behind me, amusement in his words as he addresses Atlas.
“Mavy—” Ella starts.
“Don’t talk. Sit on my lap.” I issue the command as I spread my arms along the back of the couch, behind both Sid—who has her arms folded and her gaze narrowed—and Ezra.
I hear Atlas as he walks across the deck, but I don’t look at him.
I don’t look at Ella either as she slowly lowers herself onto my lap, a little awkwardly, her feet on the deck floor.
“Nah,” I tell her. “Straddle me.”
Sid’s pupils dilate and for the first time, she averts her gaze as Ella doesn’t hesitate. She puts her knees on either side of my hips, her core coming flush with mine and her arms around my neck. Her tits press to my chest, and behind her, Atlas lazily drops down onto the couch Cain was previously occupying.
Slowly, I lift my hands and drift them up Ella’s thighs, feeling the firm, soft flesh beneath my palms, skin on skin where she has tears in her leggings. I keep going until I reach around to her ass, squeezing hard.
She whimpers and all the blood in my body seems to rush to my dick.
Finally, as Sid’s scowl deepens, I turn my head to look up at my girl, her long, wavy red hair falling around me like a curtain.
Her green eyes are a little glassy from drinking and her lips are red where she was biting them. “What the hell are you doing?” she asks me.
“Whatever the fuck I want.” I jerk her closer, so her center is against my dick. Her eyes widen, a flush over her freckled face.
I lean over a little, my shoulder bumping Ezra’s.
Atlas is relaxed on the couch, his backward hat on as he tips back another glass of whiskey. He lowers it down to his thigh, his other arm extended along the back of the couch, dark blue-brown eyes on me.
I knead the flesh of Ella’s ass and she moans a little, shifting on my lap and causing my dick to get fully hard.
