Hers (12 page)

I run my tongue down the bottom of his beautiful shaft as he pulls out, and thrusts back in, fucking my face at a growing pace. My free hand grasps his heavy balls, squeezing and massaging them roughly.

His body starts to tense, as he leans against the stone lined shower, never missing a thrust down my hungry throat. His balls tighten as his pace increases. I can feel the twitches in his dick, and I know he is about to empty down my throat. For the first time ever, I am beyond hot over the idea.

“Oh, fuck. Seven!” he yells, followed by a deep growl. His semen fills my waiting mouth and pulses straight down my throat. He pulls out mid-orgasm and continues his release all over my face. Stream-by-stream, his seed covers my face. It falls onto my cheeks, and in between my lips, onto my waiting tongue, while he continues to work his dick, ensuring every last drop covers my face. With the last burst of come, he turns and walks out of the shower, leaving me alone, and covered in his semen.
Well-played, you son of a bitch.
Not only am I hot as fuck, and in need of my own relief, but he just completely mind-fucked me.
Game. On.

He sits across from me with a smug grin on his face, eating bite after bite of his salmon. I push the chicken parm around on my plate with absolutely no appetite. Still within the confines of our luxurious suite, we’ve opted for a room service-catered evening. After the brain beating I took in the shower, I had no desire to leave my bathroom, let alone face the world.

“You really aren't going to talk to me?” he questions, reaching for a glass of red wine sitting in front of him on the table. As the glass meets his lips, I finally decide to give in.

“What is there to talk about, Levi?”

The fact is, we have the most fucked up relationship on planet Earth. I don't want to want him, but I do. He wants more than I will ever be able to give him, or at least I think he does. And we’re forced to work together in the most uncomfortable situation ever.

During the day, we opened the door for some kind of friendship, as I offered to help him fend off the claws of his ex-wife. I, Seven Fucking James, was helping a guy, whom I’m fucking, fend off his ex-wife. Ex. Wife. I might as well start waving a little white flag in surrender, because no matter the outcome, it was going to be downright fucking bad.

“What happened earlier?” His voice drips with sarcasm, as I try not to lunge across the table and strangle him to death. I’m pretty damn close.

“Oh, you mean when you came into my shower and busted a load on my face without letting me return the favor?” I try to brush it off like his actions don't bother me in the least, but it’s clear that he can see right through me.

“Seven, I don't know what kind of game we’re playing. But I am kind of over the game portion of things.” He’s trying to take charge of the situation, and in a way, it’s sort of cute.

“What game, Levi? I told you it was a one-night thing. You wouldn't leave it at that. So I tried to push you away with the threesome with another guy. . The only thing that did was drive you closer. I don't know what else to do to push you away. I don't do whatever this is.” I wave between us with my fork, before tossing it down onto the plate in front of me and pushing my chair out. “We have to work together for this week, Levi. Please, don't make this any more uncomfortable than it is already going to be.” I stand on shaky legs, praying he can't tell my body is blatantly betraying the tough front I’m putting on. My bare feet pad down the hardwood floor toward the bedroom.

I hear his chair push out from the table, and footsteps in the distance, but I don't look back to see where they lead.

“Seven,” he speaks, waiting for a response. I pause outside of my door, hand on the knob. I turn toward him, locking gazes and he speaks. “Just give it a chance. A fucking chance. That is all I am asking you for.”

I turn, facing the bedroom door. “I’ll think about it.” I close the door behind me.
Fuck.

The Night

Fuck London. Fuck this time change. Fuck this incredibly comfortable bed. Fuck it all. No matter how hard I try, sleep won't come. I look at the clock on the nightstand; it tells me something I already know: midnight. I should have been dead asleep by nine if it wasn't for Levi's question as I fled the dinner table.

He asked for a chance, but a chance at
what
? We could never have a relationship. I tried the whole relationship thing once. The whole love bullshit. We see how that worked out. As much as everything within me screams to give in to him and just give whatever he wants a try, the rational, stubborn, bitch inside me can’t let it happen. The heart Daniel abandoned and shattered will never be whole enough to open up to someone. It’s just something I accepted a long time ago. Not that I ever wanted that happily ever after anyway.

I roll over again, facing away from the suite door, and hug a plush down pillow, trying once again for sleep to take me. The bed dips from behind, scaring the shit out of me. My body leaps from under the covers, scrambling to turn and identify the midnight intruder.

I should have known Levi couldn't stay away. Without a word, he climbs under the covers, intruding my bed. His strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling my naked body to his. He cradles my body close to him, snuggling his face into my neck, and inhales my scent.

I don't know if I should break the silence. I want to know why he’s in my room once again, interrupting my much needed privacy. But I don't want him to leave. I lie still while he curls up to me, closer than before, almost as if he is trying to climb into my body. I turn toward him and snuggle into the nook of his arm. My body starts to relax and I can feel sleep coming for me. My mind slows from its marathon pace, and I drift asleep in Levi's arms. It’s something I haven't done since my time with Daniel. I pray a nightmare doesn't taunt me tonight.

Someone was inside the multicolored bus that doubled as a home our parents traveled across the country in. I could tell by the fogged up back windows. If I was really lucky, it would be my parents, along with Star's, engaging in some kind of sick and perverted sexual escapade. Ugh.

I pried the doors open, and walked up the stairs. Someone moaned from behind the thin tie-dyed curtain. The voice was familiar. I could pick it out of a crowd anywhere. It was Star.

My body went into overdrive hearing her sexy moans and pants as she neared orgasm. “Mmmmm, oh yeah,” she moaned. It wouldn't be the first time I’d walked in on her fingering herself.

I pulled the curtain back. That was when I saw the most disgustingly erotic scene of my life.

Star was perfection. Naked and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat across her body, as she was up on her hands and knees, taking it from behind. My eyes scanned up his body, and landed on his face. Blue. My fucking brother. My twenty-nine-year-old brother fucking my sixteen-year-old-best friend. The woman I fucked in my spare time. The only person in the entire world that I loved.

Blue looked over and caught me staring. He fucked her harder, proving to me that anything I ever had in my life, he would take away from me.

“You like that, Star?” he grunted as he fucked her harder. Her moans picked up, completely oblivious to my presence.

“Oh Blue, fuck me!” Star called, as she bucked her ass back to meet his thrusts.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I choked the words out. I was so stunned. I didn't even know what else to say.

Star turned in my direction, her short blonde hair sticking to her face with sweat, and she gasped in shock when her eyes found my dazed face. “Oh my god, Seven!” she yelled, pulling away from Blue and scrambling for her clothes.

My brother leaned back on his haunches, stroking his dick while he watched Star flee, and I continued to stand there dazed.

“God, put it away. You are fucking disgusting,” I yelled at him, as I turned to walk off the bus.

My moment of excitement was completely gone. Hearing her moans had me aching for her touch, but the desire was long over. The one friend I had in the world, in the arms of my enemy, and I didn't even know where to go from there. What do you do when your life crumbles?

My body tosses and turns in the spacious bed. I’m covered in sweat, and my yells echo through the expensive suite.

“Fuck you!” I scream in the throes of a nightmare. “My brother, you fucking cunt?” I throw my arm to the side, trying to slap the target in my mind, but come in contact with a strong arm restraining me against the bed. My body slowly starts to wake up, and I realize that I was not only dreaming, but also that there is someone in my bedroom trying desperately to wake me.

“Seven. It's okay. Shhhhh.” His voice calms me. He strokes my hair and my cheek, as my breathing starts to even out. I open my eyes, worried about what I am going to find. My mind catches up with the current events in my life, bringing me back to London. The expensive suite, the business trip, the man in my bed?
What the fuck?

“Seven? Are you okay?” Levi questions, not loosening his grip on me.

“What the fuck, Levi?” I wonder why he is in my bedroom. Why he is holding me. Why does he care so damn much?

“I came in last night when I couldn't sleep. I thought you were awake?”

I was, but I only now remember his midnight visit. I look at the clock, and realize it has only been an hour since I drifted off to sleep in his arms. “I was, I think?” I start to pull from his arms, but he won't release his grip. “I’m okay Levi. I just... I need to use the bathroom.”

He reluctantly releases me, and I drag my naked body across the suite to the attached bathroom. Once again, I find myself in a staring contest with the mirror. It has been so long since I had that particular nightmare grip me. Had it been triggered by Levi sharing the bed with me?

When I look in the mirror, I see a broken sixteen-year-old-girl. The girl who had her fucked up life shattered by an even more fucked up situation. Why would Star fuck Blue? Over a decade later, I wish I had the answer to that question, because it still haunts me.

“She doesn't want you, Seven. Nobody does, and nobody ever will,” Blue taunted me, as I stalked out of the bus.

“Fuck you, Blue. Fuck you.”

I look up, and I can see the reflection of his eyes inside my own. One of the only features we share. They taunt me with all my memories of hate for him. Without thinking, my fist collides with the mirror as I scream, “I hate you!”

The glass crashes to the floor all around me, and I can hear Levi on the other side of the door trying the locked doorknob repeatedly. “Seven, open the door.” His voice is stern, but I ignore him as the tears start to flow down my cheek.

“Go away, Levi,” I yell in my rage. “Just go the fuck away!” My legs give out, and I sit in a pile of glass shards, naked and bleeding from my hand.

“I swear to fucking God, Seven! If you don't open this fucking door, I am going to break it down!” he yells, pounding against the door, and all I can do is sit and cry like a broken child. Not the strong, independent, and demanding CEO I need to be on this trip. I hear a loud crash, then another, and Levi busts through the bathroom door. He stands with a concerned look on his face, taking in the pitiful scene before him.

“Oh God, Seven.” He leans down, and scoops me into his arms like a small hurt child, pulling me close to his bare chest, and squeezing tightly. He lifts me carefully, carrying me to the bed, laying me down and examining the cut across my knuckles.

I want to look up and read his face. I want to see the pity in his eyes, but I can't bring myself to make eye contact. I don't want him to see my broken soul. I don't want him to see me like this at all, but I have lost all my fight. I want to yell and scream at him. I want him to leave and never come back. I want him out of my life for good. But I can't.

“It doesn't look that bad. Let me get a washcloth from the en suite. Are you going to be okay for a minute?” His tone drips with concern, as he takes care of me like a parent would a child. A parent who actually cares about their child, something I have never known.