Page 62 of Soul So Dark
“She’ll let me choke her out with my belt,” he continues, “and then spit in her mouth before I give her a mark to match mine. Then she’ll come all over my dick while I do it, and she’ll love it.” He says it like it’s already happened, like he’s seeing it play out in his mind’s eye. “And once I find her,” his mouth stretches into a feral grin, “she’ll never get rid of me.”
“Solid plan,” I chuckle.
“That’s cute,” Mason says over his shoulder as he saunters toward the kitchen. “You better tell this little sex slave of yours where you got the idea.”
“In the meantime, get a towel,” Aiden nudges Colson’s hip with his foot, “you’re bleeding all over my floor.”
It doesn’t occur to me to be bothered by anything that just happened. It’s like a catharsis, surrendering to the chaos of the moment. I hesitate to say it’s out of the ordinary, because the word, “chaos”, has been used in conjunction with our names more times than I can count. But we show up for each other, whether it’s with a car to sit in, stepping up during a fight, or, in this case, jerking off your best friend while you cut him with his own knife because that’s what he needs to feel alive.
Whatever. Bonobos do it—fuck each other to cope with disturbances in the group. Males, females, it doesn’t matter. Maybe we’re the same, maybe we’re just a bunch of apes trying to figure our shit out. I don’t think anyone who knows us would argue with that.
I reach down and Colson grabs my hand, letting me hoist him up off the floor. Bloodied, disheveled, and the pink imprint of Aiden’s belt still fresh across his cheeks, he turns and follows Mason to the kitchen to raid the refrigerator. I turn and head for the wingback chair, but before I can make it past the sofas, a hand grabs the back of my shirt with a smack and throws me to the side.
I stumble backward onto the sofa and before I can recover, Aiden comes down on top of me. He shoves me back down, his forearm across my chest, pressing me into the cushions.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hiss.
I can’t move, Aiden’s limbs cover more ground than mine and he’s just as strong as me. My eyes dart across the room to Colson and Mason, wholly unconcerned with anything else at this point.
Aiden looks down at me with searching eyes. “Who were you thinking about?”
“When?”
“I know you, Alex, I saw when your face changed. Who was it?”
How the hell does he know that? But I don’t answer.
“Tyler?” he guesses with a hint of sarcasm.
I shoot him an irritated look, wishing he’d shut the hell up and get off me. But that’s not Aiden; he’ll pick and dig and peel back the layers until he gets what he wants.
“Syd?”
Even more idiotic.
“Jordy?” he continues with a sardonic grin.
I cringe and grit my teeth. And Aiden sees it, the visceral reaction marked by the subtle twitch of my lip and squint of my eye.
“Did you give her another shot?” he asks with a tilt of his head. “I know you hate that bitch, but she was a good fuck, wasn’t she?” I know what he’s doing, but his voice still feels like glass grinding into my skin.
I set my jaw, glaring up at him.
“No?” he smirks down at me. “Then who, Alex?”
After a few moments, my face relaxes as I finally come to terms with the fact that I can’t hide anything from Aiden.
“So, youaresmitten with the kitten,” he grins, “riding my ass and judging me for my favorite flavor, all the while you’re over here sneaking licks right under Col’s roof.”
“It’s not like that,” I mumble under my breath.
“The fuck it isn’t. Anyhow, I already knew you were there while Col was gone,” Aiden sneers.
I furrow my brow with confusion, which delights him beyond belief.
“Someone told me they saw you in that house, and it wasn’t Col’s window you were climbing out of.”
I mouth a silent curse in response.
