Strung(15)

Keeping my lips on hers, I grip the bottom of her tank top with both hands and lift it above her head.

Her hands immediately reach for my arms again, gripping onto me as I grind my hips between her legs, finding it hard to take it easy on her.

I want her to feel every hard inch of me, because we both know this will be the only time we can allow this to happen.

It may be a selfish, dickhead thing of me, but I want her to remember me filling her deeper than any other man has, so anytime she’s with someone else she thinks of me.

The harder her nails dig into my back, the harder and deeper I take her until she’s screaming so loud that it’s beginning to hurt my ears.

Fuck, how that only makes me work my hips harder.

“Micah . . .” she moans into my mouth, before biting me. “This can never happen again.”

Her words make me thrust as deep into her as I can and stop. “I don’t want to fucking think about that right now and you shouldn’t either.” I grip her hair and yank it back, exposing her neck for my tongue to run across it. I work my way up her slender neck, stopping below her ear. “Let’s just enjoy tonight.”

“Okay . . .” she says, while fighting to catch her breath. “Okay . . . I can do that.”

She slams her lips against mine, biting and yanking as if she wants me to be rougher with her.

So, I am.

I pull back on her hair even harder, while I fuck her up the side of my truck, not stopping until her muscles are clenching my dick as she screams out her orgasm.

All it takes is two hard squeezes from her pussy and I’m busting my load into the condom, not bothering to pull out like I usually do with women.

I can’t.

If this is the only time I’m going to be inside of her, I want her to feel what she does to me.

I’m in the middle of growling my release into her ear, when she begins moving again as if she likes the feel of my come in the condom.

My dick is sensitive as shit, but I place my hands against the truck and allow her to move, until she’s shaking in my arms for a second time as another orgasm rocks through her.

We’re both sweaty, fighting to catch our breath, but neither one of us make an attempt to get away from each other.

I’m not going to lie . . . I like the way it feels having her in my arms with her face buried into my neck.

We stay like this for a bit, before I gently set her down and pull out of her.

“Holy fuck . . .” I groan from the sensitivity of moving my dick.

“Holy fuck is right . . .”

We both stand here looking at each other, our breaths mingling together, until my phone begins ringing from inside the truck.

Panic sets in because I know right away from the ringtone that it’s Alexander. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I back away from Tegan and quickly reach for her shorts and hand them to her, before I put my dick away. “It’s your brother.”

Tegan’s eyes widen with worry as she quickly throws her shirt and shorts back on. “Oh shit. Answer it before he thinks we’re doing something.”

“We are doing something, Tegan. Fucking shit.”

I’m angry with myself as I reach into the truck and grab for my phone.

I’m angry because I just betrayed my best friend and angry with myself because I enjoyed it just as much or more than I knew I would.

And from the look on Tegan’s face as she watches me answer the phone, she’s as mixed up about what we just did as I am.

“Hey, Man,” I answer out of breath. “Everything good?”

“Not really.” His voice sounds angry and it has me wondering for a second if he’s had cameras installed outside his house since his sister came to stay for the summer.

“Okay, hit me with it.” My heart races as I wait for him to chew my ass out. But this is on me and I’ll take what he dishes out.

“What’s wrong?” Tegan mouths.

I shake my head as Alexander yells at Colby for being a dumbass. If he’s taking the time to yell at someone else while he has me on the phone, then chances are he has no clue what just went down here at his house.

I relax.

“Sorry. Damn, that asshole is pissing me off tonight. But that’s not why I called. The kid is back and he’s drunk off his ass. I figured you’d want to come take care of him.”

“Fuck!” I’m pissed that Sebastian is there drunk, and even though I’m not sure I’m ready to walk away from Tegan after what just went down, I need to get to him and make sure he’s okay before he gets into some shit he can’t reverse. “I’ll be right there.”

I hang up the phone and turn to face Tegan. The sight of her standing there, covered in my sweat, has me wanting to claim her all over this damn house.

Shit, this is going to be harder than I thought.

“I have something to deal with at the bar. I don’t think I’ll be coming back tonight. But call me or your brother if you need us.”

She nods and takes a step away from my truck. “Is everything okay at the bar?”

“Just some kid I take care of from time to time. He’s drunk off his ass, so I’ll probably let him stay at my place tonight and sleep it off.” I pause to run my hands through my hair and cuss to myself. “If I don’t take care of him no one else will.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“To hear what?”

“That no one is there to take care of him.” She offers me a genuine smile. “But it’s really nice that you’re there for him. He’s a lucky kid to have you.”

“Yeah . . .” I take a step toward her, as if to give her a kiss, but stop when I think it through and end up asking her something else instead. “Tell me a band you like?”

“A band?” she asks, looking slightly confused that I’m asking.

“Yeah. A band.”

“I’ve been listening to Amber Run a lot lately. Have you heard of them? They have some beautiful acoustic versions that I can’t stop listening to.”

“I have now.” I move in closer and lock eyes with her, fighting back my urge once again to kiss her. “Goodnight, Tegan.” I turn around and jump into my truck, before I can make that mistake again.

The damage has already been done tonight. There’s no denying that, but I’d be a dumbass to turn it into anything more than just a one time slip up.

Kissing only complicates things. Everyone knows that . . .



When I pull up at the bar, Colby is standing outside taking a cigarette break, smoking it fast as if he’s in a hurry. He looks beat but gives me a nod as I walk past him.

“How bad is it this time?” I stop to ask.

He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and shakes his head. “He’s puked a few times and keeps trying to get away in between tossing his cookies. I’m pretty sure the kid thinks he isn’t done partying yet.”

“Shit.” I rush inside and upstairs to Alexander’s office when I don’t see them anywhere downstairs. That proves right there that it’s a fucked-up situation if he needs to be hidden from the public.

Steeling my jaw, I make my way up the stairs and shove Alexander’s door open to see Sebastian leaning over a small garbage can, puking his guts out.

Just from a glance I can see he’s covered in his own damn vomit. The sight makes me sick, because there’s no telling how often he takes things this far.

“Sorry, Man. I’ll have your carpet shampooed tomorrow.” I walk past Alexander who just nods and exhales. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll get him out of here. I’ll take him to my place and let him sleep it off before I have a talk with him.”

“Alright, Man.” Alexander pushes away from his desk and heads toward the door. “I would stay and help out more but the guys need me downstairs. You gonna be good getting him to your truck. I can help with that first.”

“I’ve got him,” I say stiffly. “I’ll drag his idiotic ass to my truck if I have to. I don’t know what to do with this kid. He’s pushing his fucking luck with me. Pretty soon I’m going to have to kick his ass myself.”

“I’ve got your back if you need me for anything. I know it’s hard work, but just remember that this kid most likely wouldn’t be alive right now if it weren’t for you. His parents don’t do shit to protect him or keep him in line and never will. It’s all you. Anything you need just ask.”

I bend down and reach for the garbage can to help steady it as he begins another round of puking, before giving Alexander a nod. “Thanks, brother. That means a lot. But I can take it from here. The guys looked busy down there. Colby was just rushing back inside when I walked in.”

“That dickhead took another cigarette break?” He takes a second to run a hand through his dark hair, while cussing to himself. “Call me if you change your mind. I need to get these assholes in check.”

“I won’t need you. Just take care of your business.”

A few seconds after Alexander exits his office, Sebastian sits up and laughs uncontrollably. I don’t know what this kid thinks he’s laughing about, but I can promise he won’t be laughing come morning.

I reach for one of the fresh water bottles lying next to him on the floor and open it, placing it to his lips. This will at least help hydrate him a bit.