I watched him as I trailed behind him, feeling a warm, fluttery feeling in the pit of my belly as I contemplated his words.
'Sometimes it's right there in front of you…'
Was there some hidden meaning in his words, or was I simply reading too much into his kindness and concern?
I would never do anything to hurt Eli, no matter how close Cain and I had become over the past couple of months. And then again, what had Cain meant when he said that Eli was 'more than fine with it'? Did that mean that Eli…?
Too many questions; too few answers. I was totally confused. I needed to hook up. I knew exactly what was going to be on my agenda tonight.
chapter 8
"That's it, baby. Good girl. Take it all."
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, as Travis buried his long, thick, sheathed cock into me, backed out, and then plunged it in again deeply, grunting his pleasure.
Travis?
Maybe his name is actually Trevor…what the fuck. Who cares?
"Does it feel good, baby? Do you like the feel of Trevor's cock ramming into your pussy like this, huh?"
It's Trevor…right. Random Trevor, referring to himself in the third person. Lovely.
"Yeah, baby," I murmured. "You're the fucking best," I lied, wishing he'd get his nut, because I sure as hell wasn't going to get mine with this ass-hat.
The problem was, he totally had a Bud-Lite hard-on going, and I knew that meant it would be a while before he came.
"That's right, baby," he whispered, groaning and smothering my lips with wet, beer-flavored kisses. "You're going to scream when Trevor makes you come."
Seriously?
Aannd…that's a wrap.
"Get the fuck off of me," I finally said, before clamping my mouth shut and turning my head away from him. "Now," I said, louder.
He stopped his thrusting momentarily, as if my words weren't totally registering in his drunken brain. He didn't pull out of me though, and I was getting really pissed.
"Did you hear me?" I yelled, using my hands to push against his chest, trying to get his long, muscular frame off of me.
"What the fuck?" he asked, loudly. "I ain't goin' nowhere just yet," he remarked, shifting his weight so that my hands were smashed between the both of us as he continued humping me.
"I said stop!" I screamed as loudly as possible. "I want you out of me and out of here!" I yelled into his left ear.
"Fuckin' bitch," he growled, fisting my hair so that my head snapped back.
I thrashed around underneath him, my legs getting twisted up in the sheets, my fists pummeling against his bare chest.
"I said get off of me," I shouted.
Suddenly, I heard my bedroom door open and slam loudly against the wall, startling Trevor enough that his unwelcome thrusting stopped.
In seconds flat, his weight was lifted off of me, and he was slammed unceremoniously against my bedroom wall, where he slid the rest of the way down into a naked heap on the floor.
It was Cain. He was pissed…dark eyes flashing, his fists clenched at his side.
“You have about two fucking seconds to get the fuck out of here,” Cain growled out the quiet threat, “Before I reinvent the term, blue balls. Got me?”
Eli was there now as well, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and wearing nothing but cotton sweats and a concrete look of concern.
I scurried out of the bed, gripping the white sheets around my scantily-clad form and watched as Trevor ineptly got to his feet with no sheet and a deflated hard-on.
Eli, now entirely awake, helped him find his clothes by tossing them at him. And if denim could ever give a person a black eye, I’m pretty sure that’s what they did as Trevor not-so-successfully tried to catch his pants.
I watched as Eli gripped Trevor’s arm just as he was zipping up and began to lead him out of the room.
“Get the fuck off me, fag!” Trevor wrenched his arm free.
“Yeah…,” I heard Eli reply as he shoved Trevor through the open door, “Not goin’ to happen, asshole.”
Their heavy steps down the stairs and Trevor’s drunken insults were the only sound in the 2 a.m. house as I stood there still staring at the door, trying to process the rapid chain of events that just went down.
Hoooly shit!
I looked over at the other person in the room, “Cain, I’m so sor—”
“Give me a minute.” He cut me off, not even looking in my direction as his hands were settled on his hips, and he sucked in a deep breath, looking down at the floor.
My mouth immediately closed. I had never heard Cain yell, and never even once saw the guy lose his shit. So, the fact that he was looking a little like the Hulk standing there in his Metallica T-shirt and black-striped PJ bottoms, meant I’m pretty sure I would've given him the entire night to get his cool mojo back.
He looked up, and pinned me down with his dark eyes and a black look. Instantly, I shifted my sheet up a little higher. His eyes followed the movement, and I saw his jaw clench.
“That’s not going to help,” Cain said, warningly.
I shrugged, “Look, it’s not that big of a deal.”
He responded by giving me one hell of a wry look before asking, “Is this what you do?”
I stood up a bit straighter, “Excuse me?”
“Take guys home. Let them fuck you in your own bedroom, even when you tell them no,” he deadpanned. “Is this what you do?”
“No!” I exclaimed. What the hell was he talking about?
“Then what just happened,” he took a step towards me, “is a big fucking deal, Paige.”
“He just got carried away. I would have handled it,” I told him, probably trying to convince the both of us.
Cain was about a foot from where I was standing now, and he was just about to take another step forward when Eli came walking in.
“Okay, the trash has officially been taken out,” he announced, a bit ceremoniously.
Cain shook his head and began to retreat towards the door, but not before tossing back the words, “We’ll talk in the morning, Paige.”
I looked over at Eli for help. But he had nothing to give me except for, “Yeah, you fucked up.” He made his way over to an exit from this overly dramatic scene, “Bad.”
And with that, the door closed.
This…wasn’t good.
I felt as if I were back in junior high school.
Perched on a kitchen chair, Eli leaning back against the counter, arms crossed staring at me, while Cain was standing in front of me, hands once again on his hips, sort of glaring, while they both took turns verbally laying out the ground rules to me.
“Last night can’t happen again,” Cain started off, leaning in a bit to make sure I knew that he was dead-ass serious.
"Yes," I nodded, putting a bit of meekness into my voice for sincerity.
“Jesus, Paige, what was that?” Eli quipped in.
I met Cain’s gaze before focusing all of my attention onto Eli. Yeah, I already knew that my day was shot. Waking up to these two and having to go through drinking my coffee in utter silence was definitely not my idea of starting out a good day.
What really put the emphasis on the whole morning suckage, was the fact that I didn’t have an answer for either of them.
Should I have brought Trevor back here last night? Probably not.
Did I possibly have way too much to drink last night? Probably yes.