I’m not sure how to feel about this.
Actually, I do.
Despite this being the pot calling the kettle black and karma for what I did to Hayley, I’m pissed.
Old Bianca might deserve this, but I don’t.
“Why the fuck would you—”
“Because I wanted to keep it.”
I glare at him.
“For myself,” he stresses. “Not to send to anyone else, I swear.”
Still doesn’t make any sense to me. “Why the—”
“I jerk off to it, all right?” he snaps, the tips of his ears turning pink. “And I get why you’re upset, but no one else has ever seen it.” He looks me in the eyes. “That’s the God’s honest truth.”
Well that’s…interesting.
“I thought you hated me…you know, before the accident.”
At least that’s the impression I got from our first meeting.
The one I can remember.
I did.” Arms crossing over his chest, he plops back down on the bed. “But I also wanted you.” His lids lower. “Badly.”
Oh. “Really?”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Yeah.”
I probably shouldn’t be so turned on that he kept a video of me he had no right to film, but I can’t help myself.
Images of Stone getting himself off to me is…hot.
Really hot.
Reaching for the hem of my dress, I slip it over my head until I’m in nothing but my bra and panties. “Ever think about me stripping for you?”
He licks his lips. “Sometimes.”
Slowly, I saunter over to him. “What about my mouth on your cock?”
There’s a sharp intake of breath. “Bianca—”
I undo the clasps of my bra and let it fall to the floor. I should probably be embarrassed, but the way Stone’s looking at me right now—like I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen—fills me with a confidence I didn’t know I had.
A low, tortured groan leaves him as he reaches up and squeezes my breast. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”
I’m not, but he makes me feel like I am.
Sinking to my knees, I tug down his zipper and pull him out.
He’s hard and ready for me.
I give him a slow, teasing jerk. “Tell me what else you think about when it comes to me.”
“Just typical fantasies.” He visibly swallows. “You and I…you know.”
No, I don’t. But I want to.
Lowering my head, I lick the pearlescent drop of liquid off his crown. “Can you be more specific?”
I want to hear all the dirty, hot words roaming through his mind.
He groans as I lick his length. “What you’re doing now…I think about that.”
Stretching my mouth over the wide head of his dick, I moan, sending vibrations pulsing through him.
Stone nearly lurches off the bed. “Fuck.”
Taking him as deep as I can, I peer up at him.
“Jesus Christ,” he rasps as he humps my face. “You’re so fucking good.” His movements speed up. “So fucking go—”
Salty liquid fills my mouth, and unlike last time, I swallow.
“Shit.” Out of breath, he collapses against the bed, but not before I venture into his arms. “I wasn’t expecting...” He cups my cheek. “Do you want me to return the favor?”
Shaking my head, I nuzzle against his chest.
I just want him to hold me.
Because the past…all the bad things I’ve ever done...
None of it matters when I’m with him.
Chapter 29
Sunlight streams through a crack in the curtain, rousing me from my slumber.
Panic shoots up my spine as I take in my surroundings.
“Shit.”
I can’t believe I fell asleep here.
I quickly nudge Stone who’s still sleeping beside me. “Wake up.”
Springing off his futon, I search for my clothes.
Yawning, he rubs his sleepy eyes. “What time is it?”
My gaze roams to the clock on the nightstand as I shimmy into my dress from last night. “Just after six a.m.”
Which means Sawyer is probably still sleeping and won’t be able to pick me up.
A quick glimpse at my phone tells me Jace called three times last night, Cole called once, and Sawyer texted me twice asking if I was spending the night with “Mercedes.”
Crap.
Stone pats the empty space beside him. “In that case, come back to bed.”
I gape at him. “Are you crazy? I need you to drive me home.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.” I grab my crutches that are leaning on the wall beside his bed. “There might still be time to sneak inside without my brothers realizing I never came home.”
Then again, Liam and I were always the late sleepers while Jace and Cole preferred to be up at the butt crack of dawn. Weirdos.
Jumping to his feet, Stone snatches his keys off the nightstand. “Let’s go.”
“It seems pretty quiet,” Stone notes as we pass my house. “I think it’s safe to pull into the driveway.”
“Don’t,” I hiss. “They might see you.” I shoot my gaze out the passenger window. “Park down the block.”
“You still need crutches to walk, Bianca,” he huffs. “I’m not parking down the block.”
I open my mouth to remind him that my crutches will be gone in a week, but there’s no use arguing.
The quicker I get inside and upstairs to my bedroom, the better.
Given the lights are still off and there’s no sign of activity going on in the house, now is the perfect time.
“Fine,” I relent. “Park in the driveway. But don’t stay and watch me walk inside. The second I’m out of the vehicle you need to flip this bitch in reverse and gun it.”
His lips twitch. “Got it, Brian O’Conner.”
“Brian O’Conner?”
He looks at me like I’m a space cadet. “Fast and Furious.”
Still not understanding. “Fast and Furious?”
Sighing, he pulls into my driveway. “We really need to work on your movie—”
“What the actual fuck is going on?” Cole roars.
Oh, shit.
I turn my head to face a very sweaty and very irate Cole who looks like he just got finished running a marathon.
Not waiting for a response, he brings his cell to his ear. “Jace, get the fuck out here now. Bianca just pulled up with Stone fucking DaSilva.”
Goddammit.
I roll down my window. “Relax, Cole. It’s not—”
He pounds on the hood. “I swear to God if you hurt her, I will kill you.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Stone looks offended. “I would never hurt—”
“What the fuck are you doing with my baby sister, DaSilva?” A shirtless and shoeless Jace booms as he flies down the driveway. “You got a motherfucking death wish, bitch?”
It’s safe to say the shit has officially hit the fan.
Stone’s hand clenches around his steering wheel. “Nope, I don’t have a death wish.” He must though because he grins. “I was simply dropping my girlfriend off at her house.”