Page 19 of Mischief Mayhem
“If you’ve never been kissed on your mouth, I doubt anyone’s kissed you here.”
Quaking and hardly able to hold myself upright, I let him go down on me, licking and kissing over my sensitive parts, even going so far as to finger-fuck me. I rolled my head back on my shoulders at the twinge of pain mixing with pleasure. It was amazing, and I thought I’d never get another opportunity to be a normal girl with a normal boy doing normal teenager things without the prying eyes of my older brothers. I ran my hands through his hair, tugging and pulling in just the right ways to make him moan against me.
It had been the most erotic experience of my life until that point. Just as I was about to crest into the first ever climax given to me by another person, someone shouted on the other side of the door.
“Hudson! Anyone seen Hudson?”
“Fuck,” Teddy growled. “Just when I was getting to the good part.”
What?
“Teddy?” I whispered, shock dousing my arousal and impending orgasm like an avalanche. No . . . No . . .
“Shhh. It’s okay, Becs.” He pressed his lips to mine for one last kiss before whispering, “I don’t have to tell you to keep this between us, right? If Jess found out . . . Fucking yikes.” He disappeared and closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the closet, confused and bewildered.
Hudson? Becs? Jess?
Oh. Fucking. No. He’d gone down on me. He’d almost made me come. He thought I was someone else. I thought he was someone else. He wasn’t Teddy at all. It was fucking Hudson? Matt Hudson?
All that time . . .
My body revolted and I curled in on myself, suddenly too vulnerable to go back to the party. I’d let him do things to me I’d never let anyone do before. He’d handled my body like he had every right to. Ripping the blindfold off my eyes, I took steadying breaths to collect my wild emotions before pushing to my feet and storming out of the closet.
By the time I made it downstairs to look for him, he was already doing a beer shotgun with another group of seniors while Jess McCreedy wrapped her arms around his waist. I looked for Becs, Jess’s best friend, and found her sitting on the couch at the far end of the room, shooting daggers at the lovebirds.
I didn’t want to get involved. I wanted to pretend the whole thing had never happened, so I went home and that was exactly what I did. I never told Hollywood that story, and I wasn’t sure I ever would.
He’d broken my hymen that night, and not that I’d ever given stock to the social construct of virginity, but I did believe in magic. My mother had believed in magic. He’d made me bleed, and he’d licked up the results, and for the next ten years, I told myself that had no power over me. It was a mistake, he didn’t mean it, and neither did I. Wasn’t it the intention behind the magic that mattered most?
After that, I’d made it my life mission to break him down. Women spoiled him. Men spoiled him. Because of his beauty and charm, he lived the type of life where he could publicly date one person and fuck their best friend on the side. I refused to let him get away with that shit.
So, when I tore him to pieces, I did so with the humiliation of that night in the back of my heart. I’d never let him forget not everyone wanted him and he couldn’t have everything he wanted, either.
Coming back to the present, I sat in my bedroom and clutched my head, running my fingers back through my hair. Last night shouldn’t have happened, and as I slumped against the door with my brother and bodyguard down the hall, I promised myself it wouldn’t again. Besides, we hadn’t really crossed any lines, right? Like he’d said, he could go online and watch the same thing anytime he wanted.
No, the taboo lay in his relationship to my brothers and my father, and how devoted he already was to them. I would expect the same devotion to me, and I wasn’t sure either of us was ready for that kind of commitment.
Nope. Don’t think about it. Don’t mention it.
Deciding I could use my yoga session now, I grabbed my mat from my closet and unrolled it next to the bed, stretching into downward dog while I ignored the churn in my stomach.
Inhale . . . Exhale . . . Go to your safe space . . .
Once I was done, I’d say a prayer to the Goddess for direction, perhaps do a repairing spell to reset whatever Hollywood and I used to be. In the end, I suspected nothing was stronger than the blood we’d shared, and perhaps I had just been waiting for that to catch up to me all this time.
8
VERONA
Pollux was in great spirits during our visit, literally counting down the days until they released him. The nurse who had given him her number had been working today, so he mostly ignored me and Castor in favor of flirting with her until her ears turned pink. I liked her, and I hoped my brother was worth risking her professionalism and reputation in the end.
Then Wheels accompanied me to the Beacon, where I helped Ru pick out a replacement for the counters in the bathroom that had been ruined in the explosion. By the time I got to the clubhouse to see my dad, it was nearing seven o’clock. Most of the members were already milling around, playing pool or drinking and bullshitting on the sofas. I swept my gaze over Hollywood, KC, and Bear seated around the bar, their backs to me. I normally would have walked up immediately to start shit with them, but I decided to seek out my father first.
He sat in the back with Aris and Coins, murmuring among each other, reminding me of the kings of old as they schemed and plotted against their enemies. Not much had changed since the medieval times, unfortunately. Humans were still intent on killing each other until the bad blood flowed so thick, the world drowned in it.
“There she is,” Dad said when I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a hug. I regretted how much this war with the Caputis had drained him, physically and mentally. He’d aged so poorly in the years since I’d been gone. I’d left behind a man in his forties, only to come back to one that looked to be in his sixties. Gray streaked his long, thick, dark hair, and wrinkles marred a once youthful face. “Hey, V.”
“How’s it going?” I smiled up at him before giving a hug to Aris and Coins. Both had been officers in the MC as long as I’d been alive, my father’s adopted brothers in every sense. They had become surrogate uncles to me somewhere along the way.