Malik (Carter Brother Series Book 1) (13 page)

Plus, from the way he skilfully owned my body, I know this isn’t his first time, which worries me more than I’d like to express. He’s probably got college girlfriends or something that know what they’re doing, which adds up really. Denny said he never dates girls at school, so he must only date older girls.

His finger pumping in and out of me makes it hard for me to think, so I try to shut my brain off, ignore my insecurities, and instead, concentrate and enjoy the feel of him.

When his head bends I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t, instead, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth making me squirm beneath him. His tongue flicks at my nipple, while sucking, the sensation too much to bear that I don’t feel him enter another finger.

The fullness of him finger fucking me is overwhelming. My body feels hot, and when I look up to Malik as he removes his mouth, beads of sweat run between his eyes, his forehead creased and his eyes hooded with hunger and lust. He looks fucking hot right now looking at me with those dark penetrating eyes that I can feel myself building up to what I hope is going to be my first orgasm. Just thinking about it is giving me butterflies.

“You need to let go,’’ he begs, sounding pained.

I’m unsure what he means until he bends his head, his mouth closing around my nipple, but instead of sucking this time he bites down gently. It’s not hard enough to be painful, but enough so there’s a slight sting. It’s obviously what I needed because my whole body goes stiff as it flies upwards, my head shoving against Malik’s hard chest. He keeps his fingers pumping inside me as I ride out the orgasm. My eyes close while everything around me just explodes like nothing really matters other than the two of us in that moment. It isn’t until I stop contracting around his fingers that I finally take a breath, my whole body dying to cry out loudly from the pleasure.

I’m dazed, spent, and completely knackered lying back down on the bed by the time Malik removes his fingers. Lazily, I lift my eyes up to him to see him watching me. As he looks back at me he lifts the fingers he used to fuck me with and sucks them into his mouth, his eyes closing like he’s just tasted the best chocolate cake that has ever been, instead of my arousal. Watching him has my core muscles tightening again and that’s when I notice the wetness between my legs for the first time.

“Hmmm, you taste good,’’ he grins. My eyes widen and I blush making him chuckle, “Don’t worry, next time I’ll have a proper taste,’’ he winks making me blush.

“I huh... I... Oh my God,’’ I groan once I realise I’m lying here still naked while he is fully clothed.

“Come on babe,’’ he laughs, lifting me up and wrapping his arms tightly around me. “I know you’re embarrassed, but you really don’t need to be. We can take this as slow as you like, but never and I mean never feel embarrassed around me. I know what we did just now isn’t something you’ve probably ever done or rushed into, so thank you. Thank you for trusting me with you,’’ he says making me melt against him.

“I’ve... I’ve never...’’ I stutter not looking at him in the eye.

“Hey babe, look at me,’’ he demands gently lifting my chin with his fist. “I know. Now go get them cute as fuck pyjamas on so we can watch
Half past dead
,’’ he winks, before kissing my nose.

Leaning over me while I’m standing there speechless he reaches over for the towel, covering my naked body.

It’s not until he slaps my bare ass making me squeal that I finally snap out of it, grinning at him before running off to the bathroom. And for the second time tonight I forget my clothes. When I open the door to grab them, Malik is standing there with the clothes I had chosen earlier in his hands. The gesture is funny and so sweet at the same time that I can’t help giving him a warm, loving smile.

With one last smile, I grab the clothes, and then still smiling I get changed before heading back inside my room.

It has been just over a week since Malik gave me my first orgasm. We’ve spent as much time as possible together and even a few lunch times at school. He hasn’t held my hand or kissed me in public which I will admit kind of hurts since he doesn’t mind showing his affection outside of school. Even in front of Gram’s he’s been affectionate towards me, she just grins at us then gives me a knowing wink before carrying on with whatever she was doing.

At school though it’s another matter, he never reaches out to hold my hand, kiss me goodbye or anything, which is why I’m hoping to put a stop to it all today. If he can’t be with me in front of everyone then he’s obviously ashamed or embarrassed about being seen with me.

Today has been the first day since Davis threatened me that Malik hasn’t walked with me to school. He had to go in early to talk to the principal about something. I’m not sure what he needs to talk to her about as he wouldn’t elaborate last night.

I think the fact Davis has stayed away might be another reason he feels that he doesn’t need to be with me twenty four seven. He knows I don’t need protection anymore because Davis has given up with tormenting me. That’s just a thought anyway. The other is that he’s getting bored with me already, but I dismiss it quickly; it hurts too much to think about him not wanting me. In such little time I’ve come to rely on the company of Malik and Denny. In fact, I’ve gotten close to all the Carter boys and couldn’t picture my life without them in it. They’ve become a whole new family to me.

Walking into school the air is filled with an electric buzz. Students sound excited as they talk rapidly among one another. I’m wondering what all the fuss is about as I walk down towards my locker. Everyone seems to be excited about whatever it is. I hear random words, eavesdropping on my way, but none make any sense to me and I remind myself to ask Denny when I see her in registration.

Getting to my locker, I open it off loading the books from my bag to my locker when a loud bang at my side startles me. Thinking it’s Max being his usual asshole self, I groan.

“Max, I’m not in the mood, what do you want?’’ I ask, pretending to be pissed at him, when in fact I love hanging out with him. Especially when he’s in a good mood like he is most days. His mood is always infectious.

“Don’t insult me,’’ a voice spits out from beside me. My body goes on high alert and I start to feel uncomfortable when I notice how close he is standing to me. I know it’s just another way for him to intimidate and scare me, and it’s working. I just hope I don’t show him how much.

“What do you want Craig?’’ I ask using his first name when I turn to him wearing a bored look. He scowls at me, his eyes filled with anger and he takes another step closer to me. My mind is screaming to move back, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he bothers me.

“Look princess, you may have gotten away with this at your old school, but here, there are rules. You’ve broken them, so you’re going to pay. Little fucking nerds like you shouldn’t be heard or seen. You will wish you never moved here by the time I’ve finished with you little Harlow. I’m going to fucking break you,’’ he says, his hand grabbing tightly onto my arm when I go to turn away from him. I wince from his fingers digging into my skin and I can already feel them leaving a bruise.

I want to say something sarcastic like, ‘I never chose to live here’, but I have a feeling it will just make things worse. Even with his little speech, I’m still as miffed as to what his problem is with me.

“What, you’re too good to talk to me now?’’ he snarls, his fingers tightening, biting into my skin.

“Let go of my fucking arm now. You don’t scare me. Now get off my arm,’’ I tell him staring him down, not letting him know how much he’s actually scaring me right now.

When I try to move my arm from his grip he pinches me a little tighter making my eyes start to water. I slightly pray to myself that I don’t start crying because showing him weakness is what he wants and it will most likely please him that he got that reaction out of me.

“You’ve got bite girl, but that’s all you’ve got. Your pussy boyfriends can’t protect you all the time,’’ he says shoving me back hard into my locker, the door catching the side of my head by my eye.

He laughs when I choke out a sob, the pain by my left eye throbbing. I hold my hand up to it trying to ease the pain but it just makes it worse. No one around us is even paying attention, which just makes me feel more helpless. I wonder if they’re not looking at us because they don’t want to get involved or if they’re truly not paying attention. My eyes watch Davis walk off towards our registration classroom when the bell rings.

I don’t bother waiting around as tears sting my eyes. Making quick work to shut my locker and lock it, I notice the blood on the inside of my hand. I scowl down at it wondering where the fuck that came from, and then remember the pain in my head. Already late I quickly run over to the girl’s toilets.

The light in the girls toilets aren’t that bright, but even with the dull lighting I can still see the blood that’s coming from a little cut not far from my eye. My eye is already a little bruised, but nothing a little makeup won’t cover up.

If you had any,
I scold myself. I’ve never been a makeup kind of girl; my dad never let me wear it. My Gram’s though has bought me some, trying to persuade me to use a little, but it’s been left in my drawer back home.

Wiping away the dried blood down the side of my face, I quickly pull off my school blazer, to look at the damage of my arm. I’d worn my short sleeved shirt today because of the weather warming up. My eyes start to water again when I see the dark blue, purple colour bruising forming on my skin, highlighting his fingerprints distinctively making me cringe.

Begrudgingly, I pull my blazer back on before taking one more look in the mirror. I’ve worn my long brown hair down today, so I fiddle with it to cover as much of my eye as I can, hoping no one will notice my sore eye.

All eyes land on me once I hit the classroom. Mr. Rogers has left the students to obviously talk amongst themselves while he talks to us one on one. He looks up from talking to one of the other students, I think her name is Amy, and looks at me worriedly. Hoping he can’t see my eye I walk over, but not too close for him to notice.

“Sorry I’m late sir, I just needed to use the girl’s room,’’ I half lie feeling my cheeks heat.

“That’s okay. I’ll have to mark you in as late, but you won’t get detention,’’ he smiles, but I can still see him looking at me worriedly, making me feel uncomfortable. “Why don’t you go sit down and I’ll call your name out when I’m ready,’’ he gestures.

I nod my head, thankful to get away from his intense stare and walk over to my chair. Once I’m seated Denny begins on her daily chatter.

“Hey, you even listening to me?’’ she asks sounding hurt.

“Huh?’’ I ask not looking at her, my head feels sore and I want to reach out and rub it, but I don’t want to draw attention to the cut and bruise. My eyes sting with unleashed tears from feeling so alone. I just want to go home, I want my parents, but I can’t have any more time off and I’ll never be able to talk to my parents again. This is what my life is going to be like from now on. Will there ever be a time I’ll stop needing my parents? I don’t think there will be.

“I asked if you were coming tomorrow?’’

“Tomorrow?’’ I ask her confused, tomorrow’s Friday so where else would we be other than at school?

“Yeah, tomorrow night. You seriously weren’t listening to me were you,’’ she chuckles not sounding hurt. “They have a motocross race this weekend; I thought you would have known,’’ she asks sounding funny, but I still don’t turn to look at her fully.

“Oh no, no one’s mentioned it. Are you going?’’

“Um yeah, duh, the whole school goes. It’s five pound entry, but it’s worth it. Oh God, the lads that show up are to die for. We all go to a party afterwards at Chris’s. His dad owns the land the races take place on, so he lets us use the old Gunner house to hang out in, but if he’s away we use Chris’s home.’’

“The old Gunner house?’’ I ask wondering if it’s as haunting as the name sounds.

“Yeah, it was owned by Chris’s dad’s grandparents. No one has lived there in over eighty year’s cause of some fire they had a long time ago. To be fair the place is pretty stable. They only just got the electricity to work. Before we used to have to use candles, battery powered light etc, but then we only use it when Chris’s dad is in town, all the other times we just use his house,’’ she chuckles.

I go to ask another question when the bell for first period rings and my name gets called by Mr. Rogers.

“Uh-oh maybe you got detention after all,’’ she teases, but I just ignore her as I nervously make my way to the front, also ignoring Malik’s eyes on me. I’ve felt him looking my way throughout registration, but I didn’t want him to see the hurt in my eyes. Not from him not walking to school with me, but for the pain I feel from what that fucker has caused to my arm and head.

“Yes sir?’’ I ask once we’re alone and he closes the door.

“What happened to your face?’’ he asks getting straight to the point. I look up at him sharply wondering how the hell he could see it. My head tries to think of an excuse to use, but feeling under pressure I can’t think of any so I remain quiet.

“Don’t make an excuse up either, please, just tell me what happened.’’

“I bumped into my locker when the bell rang,’’ I blurt out, the lie falling easily from my lips.

Mr Rogers looks at me sceptically and although his eyes are still searching mine for an honest answer he sighs, nodding his head. I can see he doesn’t like my answer but knows he can’t argue with it either. Not without any proof anyway.

“Would you like to go to the nurse’s office and get that sorted? I’ll give you a late note.’’

“No, I’m fine thank you sir.’’

“Okay, but after lunch can you come by here to sign the incident form out for me please. It will need to go on school records,’’ he says sounding much like the teacher I’ve come to know.

I give him a smile before answering ‘yes’ and make my way out of the classroom, letting students lining up outside to come in.

I’ve not gotten far to my next lesson when a hand flies out from the boys toilets. I let out a scream, but it’s quickly muffled when a large hand covers my mouth.

“Shhh, it’s me,’’ Malik whispers, and my whole body sags into his with relief. Tears spill from my eyes, something I’ve been trying to keep in since the whole escapade with Davis half an hour ago.

“What’s wrong? You looked off this morning in registration?’’ he asks, my back still pressed against his hard front.

“Just tired I guess,’’ I tell him softly, which isn’t a lie, I am tired. My head is pounding and all I want to do is go home to bed.

Feeling his lips against my neck, I let out another sigh, loving the feel of his soft lips against my skin. I move my neck to the side to give him better access, wanting to feel more of his soft lips and he lets out a husky chuckle once he realises what I’m doing.

His hands reach around from my stomach to my hips, turning me around. I’m so lost in the bliss of his lips that I forget about how shit I look.

When I look up into his eyes, hoping to see them filled with lust and desire, I whimper when I find his hard eyes locked on mine.

“What the fuck?’’ he shouts making me jump. “Who the fuck did that? He did that didn’t he? I’m going to fucking kill him,’’ he says before punching the toilet cubicle door, making it slam against the wall.

Taking a step back, wanting to get away from his anger my back slams against the sinks making a noise to erupt from my throat, which diverts his attention back to me.

“Are you okay? Do you want to go home?’’ he asks, his voice softer as he walks over to me.

“No I’m fine. I can’t miss anymore school. I have exams to revise for.’’

“We need to call the police.’’

“No we can’t. What are they going to do Malik? There was a corridor full of people that didn’t even take notice to what was happening between us. Do you really think the police are going to take my word over his? He probably already has people willing to tell them it never happened. If he does it again then we can go to the police. I just don’t want to make things worse than it already is.’’

“Worse? Worse? He fucking hit you, I’m going to kill him,’’ he yells. 

“Calm down, please. We’re going to be late to English,’’ I tell him.

“Come on, let’s go,’’ he says holding his hand out to me, shocking me. Placing my cold hand in his, he pulls me closer to him, my chest resting against his. “I can’t believe he did this in school,’’ he whispers sadly. “I knew I should have just seen the principal after school instead.’’

“Look, I’m fine.’’

“No you’re not, your eyes are squinting and you only do that when you have a headache babe,’’ he says shocking me how well he knows me.

Rolling my eyes I try to tug him towards the door not wanting to get a detention when he pulls me back to him. Detention seems like a great idea when he leans in kissing me. Automatically my hands reach into his hair, loving how soft it feels when I run my fingers through it. I also love the deep growl that he makes when I tug at it.