Get Off on the Pain(54)

I can’t help but to laugh as Memphis starts rubbing his knuckles on the top of Alex’s hair, causing him to complain as remnants of his pancakes start sliding off his plate.

“Ah, dude. My fucking pancakes. I’m sorry, man. Come on. I was just waking Lyric up. Personally, I was shocked she could sleep through the smell.”

Letting go, Memphis laughs and points down at the ground. “Now clean up your mess, dickhead. You’re going to have everything sticky.”

Alex shakes his head and bends down to pick up his pancake. “See what you’re in for, Lyric?” He stands back up and holds both his arms out. “You could be having all this instead.”

I smile at Alex and laugh as he playfully winks and bites his bottom lip. He’s so damn cute. These boys . . .

Memphis walks over to me and hooks his arm around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss, roughly sucking my lip into his mouth before releasing it. I can’t help but to smile as he raises a brow at me and grabs my face. “I don’t think you want to give that up.”

I tangle my fingers into the back of his hair and pull him in for another kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth before pulling away and biting his bottom lip. He lets out a little growl as I run the tip of my tongue up his lips and grab his hard dick through his sweats. I pat him on the chest and smile, proud of the way his body is reacting to me. “I don’t think you want to give that up.” I grin. “Now, where are these damn pancakes? I’m starving.”

I hear Alex saying damn, she showed you as I walk into the kitchen, leaving the boys alone to wrestle or whatever it is that they do.

I almost finish a whole plate of pancakes before the boys appear in the kitchen. Both of them seem a little tenser than they just were a few minutes ago.

“Is everything okay?” I question between bites, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Memphis leans against the counter and grips it, his muscles tightening. “Yeah. We were just discussing something.” He nods at my plate. “You should finish eating before you leave for work.”

I look to Alex and he just nods his head in agreement. I don’t like this whole mood change. I have a feeling that something is wrong, but neither one of them is going to be willing to tell me, so I just eat my breakfast in silence.

Alex comes over and gives me a kiss on the head before setting his plate in the sink. “I’m out of here, guys. I need to go visit a friend of mine. It’s been way too long and she’s got to be missing the shit out of me by now.”

I can’t help but to smile. “I’m sure she is, Alex. Bye.”

Memphis nods his head at Alex before he turns and walks away, leaving us alone. Being alone with Memphis makes my heart ache to be close to him. It’s an odd feeling that I’m not used to and it scares me. I don’t want to need this.

I clear my throat. “Thanks for breakfast.” I set my plate in the sink and get ready to wash it, but Memphis grabs my arm, stopping me.

“Don’t wash your plate. Just leave it.”

I swallow nervously before grabbing his hands and rubbing my fingertips over the now hardened scabs. I want to ask him about so much, but I’m afraid he’ll only pull away. I can’t have that. I know that he’ll be gone soon, so maybe I should just take this time with him while I have it.

“Do they hurt?”

He shakes his head and smiles while wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling my body against his. “Nah.” He reaches up with one hand and brushes my hair behind my ear. He’s looking at me as if he’s trying to figure me out. “Tell me about yourself.”

I let out a nervous laugh, surprised by his words. “What?” I shake my head and kiss his neck, before looking back up at him. He’s dead serious. He really wants to know about me. This guy really is confusing.

“You said your dad raised you. Where’s your mother? Is she still alive?” His facial expression becomes pained as he waits for me to respond.

“Yeah,” I say softly, trying to think of the best way to explain this. “She took off when I was little and I haven’t heard from her since.” I swallow the lump that is rising in my throat. I don’t like to think about my mother often. “My father isn’t a good guy, Memphis. She ran off because of him and his lifestyle. I think a part of her was afraid to take me away from him. I’m not really sure. I was too young to know any better.”

I pull my way out of his arms and turn around. I need to do something. I can’t just stand here. Swallowing back my emotions, I reach out and turn the faucet on. Memphis gets ready to say something, but I put my hand up to stop him.