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"As much as I want to rip your clothes off and find a way to make you scream, I won't when you’re like this," he says. I look over his shoulder to my brother, remembering what else he said.

"Tris said Dad wanted him to run The Cage. But Tris won't kill for him, so he is going to make me. It's why they have been arguing,"I tell Elliot, who nods.

Elliot grimaces as he leans back on his heels before standing."That won't happen." He casts a dark look over at me before pulling me to my feet.

"Where's your room?" he asks, making my heart beat faster.Elliot seems to see all the naughty thoughts I’m having because he shakes his head at me.

"This way,” I say, walking ahead. I stop and place a blanket over Tris and kiss his cheek.

As we walk upstairs, I'mfeeling speechless about the events of tonight.If someone told me last week that I would be taking Elliot King up to my bedroom, I would have laughed at them.

"This is it," I say, glancing back at Elliot's face.

"I like it," he says, walking around my room and taking it all in. I have a very pink room. I know he is lying when he tells me he likes it. I have pink walls, pink bean-bags, and pink bedding. There are even pink fairy lights on my headboard. Elliot walks into my room, standing out like a leather biker at a Barbie convention.

Elliot kicks his shoes off and then his leather jacket, too. I stand there in shock as he takes his leather trousers off to reveal tight, black boxers. I have to remind myself to buy him some pink boxers as he slips into my bed.

"Turn the lights off when you’re done staring, angel." He laughsas he moves my pillows.

"Get out of my bed, you’re not staying over," I tell him, trying not to look at his impressive chest as I cross my arms.

"All right." He laughs before closing his eyes and resting his head on his arms.

"Elliot, get out," I shout, and I hear him laughing.

"Fine," I mutter, kicking my own shoes off and grabbing some PJ’s out of my chest of drawers before going to my bathroom. I take my time changing into the simple vest top and shorts. I know they are a little revealing, but I'm so pissed that I don't care. Who does he think he is just getting into my bed?

A fair point is that if he hadn't stopped the kissing earlier, I might have invited him up here. Holy cow, I need to stop kissing the annoying man.

I brush my hair and teeth before going back into my room to see Elliot is sleeping. I can't help but stare at the dimples in his cheeks and the short black hair that suits him. The innocent look he has when he is sleeping is sweet. It also makes him look perfect, but I like when he talks, even the snarky comments. Part of me knows I shouldn't get in that bed with him, but that's not the part of me I listen to as I climb into my bed and rest my head on the pillow. The long day catches up with me, and I fall asleep thinking of the hot man in my bed. The first man who’s ever been in my bed; I would never have guessed it would be Elliot.

Chapter 6

Elliot

Iyawn, stretching myself and waking up before noticing the beautiful, blond head of hair on my chest. I blink a few times, remembering where I am before stroking Allie’s hair. It's like golden silk as it falls between my fingers. I groan quietly when she shifts on me, causing her leg to slide up mine.

"Elliot," she mumbles, half asleep. She leans up on my chest with a dazed look. She looks so hot with her sleepy eyes and messed up hair. I take a risk by pulling her to me and kissing her. She resists me at first and then gives up, her body melting into mine. Allie’s sweet taste fills my mind, and I lose control. I pull her one leg over my hip so she is straddling me. I groan when she pushes herself against me, feeling how hard I am for her. I move to kiss her jaw line and then down her neck before stopping to pull off her top.

"Elliot, I don't want to rush this," she mutters breathlessly, as I go back to kissing her neck. My hands are roaming over her creamy skin under her shirt. I grab her hips and roll her so she is underneath me.

"Angel, just let me help you relax, trust me," I say, unhooking her bra. She seems undecided for a second before nodding at me and letting me pull the bra away. I lean back to take in Allie. She is so beautiful with a slight blush to her cheeks and those amazing breasts. They are not the biggest I've seen, but they’re perfect. I rub the little tips as she moans underneath me, making me harder than I've ever been. I shake my head remembering this is all about her. I lean forward, kissing her nipples then running my tongue around the hardened tips.

She runs her hands through my short hair. I groan at how nice she smells, like cotton candy. I slide my hand toward her PJ bottoms and cup her through her lacy underwear.Why does she have to wear extremely fucking sexy underwear?

"Are you going to come for me, Allie?" I ask as I pull away from her breast as I rub her clit through her underwear, making her moan louder and say something I'm guessing is yes.

I shift the lacy underwear aside before quickly putting one finger into her as I take her mouth into a deep kiss that nearly makes me come, too. Her back arches with a moan as she comes around my finger, squeezing me so tightly that I’m dying to know what she would feel like around my cock. I kiss her neck as she calms down, still whispering my name.

"Your turn." She giggles at me before pushing me over in the bed. For a little woman, she is fucking strong.

"No, you've had a rough night, and that was for you." I lean forward, stopping her hands from sliding down my stomach. Her face falls before she gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom, still topless.She winks at me from the bathroom door before it shuts. This girl is going to be the death of me; I can’t remember ever being this fucking hard.

I check my phone, seeing I have messages from Luke and Sebastian.

Sebastian: Still all right for babysitting tomorrow, bro?

Me: Yeah, looking forward to it

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