Page 64 of They Call Me Wicked
His touch is gentle as he swivels into me over and over. Like he wants to draw the moment out, save it until he can’t anymore.
This isn’t just about getting off. No.
I don’t know what I did to deserve it but, for some unknown reason, he’s showing with his actions what he doesn’t say with words.
This man loves me.
He cradles me while sinking into me, each stroke to my insides lifting me higher and higher until I can’t even see my way down. His eyes find mine and I hesitantly open them, experimentally sweeping them upwards until they’re meeting his head on. My cloudy white gaze zeroes in on his and I suddenly feel like I truly can see. A flash of sterling gray eyes filled with passion and determination fill my mind and I lose it.
Crying out as I reach the peak, I arch my back, my hips thrusting faster and faster against his as I ride it out. Euphoria flows over me as I get swept away in the storm of release, catapulting through the clouds as if nothing could ever weigh me down.
Ezra follows me over the edge not long after, his movements growing jerky and uncontained as he growls, waves of heat releasing inside of me until he comes to a stop. His heartbeat hammers against mine, the rapid speeds echoing each other as we float back down to earth together.
“Well, damn. That was beautiful,” Kai teases as he claps, startling me out of my post orgasmic haze. He doesn’t sound jealous at all. In fact, he seems almost pleased as he moves over to come and settle next to me, even while Ezra is still inside of me. “Don’t you feel better now?”
“Oh my God, Kai, shut up!” I groan out, wiping my hands over my face as Ezra finally withdraws, leaving my core twitching and contracting around nothing but thin air. He doesn’t leave, though, he just grabs me and turns me to my side to face Kai before snuggling behind me. It’s a tight fit on the couch, but it works, and I thank whatever is out there that I decided to buy the super deep couch instead of the one I originally wanted.
A blanket falls over us and I snuggle deeper into their holds, my leg hiking up around Kai’s waist as Ezra’s hand splays over my stomach, holding me flush against him.
The front door slams open and I jump, immediately ducking beneath the blanket like it will somehow protect me. Nic’s Italian leather shoes click across the hardwood until he reaches the entrance to the living room where they halt in place, his rage so thick and smothering that it seems to physically press me further between Kai and Ezra, holding me in place. Moments pass, probably only a few seconds, though it feels like hours, until Kai finally breaks the silence.
“Where are the trash pandas?”
Nic ignores him and I feel his focus on where he knows I’m hidden between his friends.
“Well, isn’t this just…cozy.” His tone makingcozysound more like he’s really sayingdisgusting. I wince at the hatred spewing from his aura. He stomps off immediately after, taking any sort of post orgasmic bliss with him and leaving me shivering between the heat of two bodies.
Self hatred wells within me, tears surfacing in my eyes, but I choke them back.
No. No. No.
Just no.
Fuck no.
He’s not going to make me feel guilty for the best sex of my life, for finally giving in and actually letting someone in like the way I just did. No fucking way. I shoot out from underneath the blanket, not caring about the cum dripping down my thighs, or the burn between my legs from Ezra’s massive anaconda, or even the fact that I definitely just shoved Kai to the floor.
I stomp my naked ass out of the living room, carefully counting my steps so I don’t ram into a wall or doorway in my blind fury, and make my way to Nana’s room, where I know Nic just ran to hide.
I shove the door open with a bang, and a crash sounds as something falls off one of the many shelves in the room. Nic’s aura flashes with surprise, but anger quickly smothers it, almost intentionally.
“Get the fuck out,” He seethes, but I don’t listen, stomping directly over to him and shoving my finger in his chest.
“No! What are you, jealous? You don’t get to fucking judge me, dickhead.” My rage is as deep and all-encompassing as his, and it flares out of me with a vengeance. I’m so fucking sick of this shit.
“Back off, Wicked.”
“No. You back off.” I poke his chest again, earning a growl from him. “You stomp around here like you own the fucking place. Half the time you treat me like I’m your wife and I need to be kept, sheltered, and protected, while the other half you sneer and judge me like I’m chewed gum on the bottom of your ostentatiously expensive leather shoes. What I choose to do with my body is nobody's damn business but my own and you don’t get to cast judgment. You’re here to keep me safe, that’s it! Stop trying to parent me, stop trying to own me, and get your head out of your ass, you motherfucking fuck-prick!” My chest is heaving by the time I finish, my skin flaming and nipples somehow standing erect and at attention.
“Are you done?” He calmly asks, his aura suddenly seeming to suck me in like a vortex of nothingness. A black hole.
“I…yes.” I huff, blowing at a strand of hair that drifted into my face.
“Good.” Then his hand is around my throat and I’m lifted into the air as I’m shoved, back first, against a wall with a bang. My legs snake around Nic’s waist on instinct as he drives his hips against mine and pins me there, his hand still around my throat.
His breath is labored as he focuses on me for a moment in silence. I don’t squirm or shift, even when the hardness between his legs rubs against my core, waking my body for another round of fun. The friction only adding to the soreness already there as electricity ripples over my skin.
“Mi vida…”He whispers the words reverently, so soft I can barely hear them, and then his lips are slamming against mine.