“Hard to tell. She doesn’t seem interested in clearing herself anymore.”
“Why?” Keenan asked.
“She wants me to apologize,” he stated. Dash and Keenan snorted.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” Keenan said.
“Well, we at least know she had help, if she did do it.” Dash said
“Or was the help. That motherfucker Trevor is a done deal, the fuck.” Keenan gritted.
“She said she knew I was going to be set up and tried to warn me the day before I got arrested.”
“When you told the whole cafeteria she stunk?” Keenan asked.
“Man, how do you remember but I didn’t?”
“Cause that’s the first time Sheldon ever denied me my pussy. Not even when she caught me cheating the first time.”
“One day my sister is going to leave you.” Dash laughed.
“She doesn’t have a say. It’s us. It always will be us.”
“I don’t get her. Why is she siding with Lake, anyway?” Dash asked.
“She believes she’s innocent and you know she wants new friends. Rosalyn and Anya are a piece of work.” Who is Rosalyn?
“Yeah. Anya seems to think I belong to her. She’s an alright fuck but really she is just something to do when screwing with Monroe gets boring.”
“Does it ever?” Dash asked. It was silent for a long moment and I thought he wasn’t going to answer.
“When she ignores me.” His answer shocked me. Why would he care?
“Speaking of ignoring, what’s up with you and the red head?” Keenan asked.
“What about it?”
“You chasing pretty harder than needed.”
He chuckled before answering, “She’s fun. I’m having fun.”
I pictured the shrug his broad shoulders most likely made and I saw red. I wanted to go down and confront them but knew it would do no good. Willow still wouldn’t talk to me.
“I bet. Her ass looks amazing.” I heard the sound of flesh hit flesh followed by Keenan’s cry of pain. Shit, if they started fighting and broke anything in the house, my aunt would kill me.
“She’s mine.”
“Damn bro! You sure hit hard over fun. In fact you usually share the fun.” He kept emphasizing the word ‘fun’ while my blood continued to boil.
“Not this time. That goes for you too, Keiran.”
“I don’t want her.” Keiran said nonchalantly. The way they were talking about her as if she was a piece of meat pissed me off.
“You know Keiran. He prefers sleeping with the enemy. He’s kinky like that.” They all laughed at Keenan’s crack. Hardy har har. I didn’t find anything funny.
“So what’s the plan, man? I know you need to know if she is guilty and not just for pay back.”
“Wait around for her to crack. I’ve got three weeks.”
“The aunt. She hot?”
“I see where she get’s her looks from.” Keiran stated, not directly answering the question.
“Fuck hot then.” A slap resounded in the air and Keenan cried in pain again. I couldn’t feel sorry for him. I wasn’t even flattered that he thinks I’m hot.
“What are you going to do if she’s innocent?” Dash asked. I held my breath waiting for his response until I was sure I was turning blue.
“Doesn’t matter if she is or isn’t,” Keiran stated with disinterest. “It won’t change anything.”
Chapter Sixteen
I’d given up on eavesdropping and headed back upstairs to shower. There was nothing more that I needed at this moment than my bed. The house was quiet when I finished my shower and left the bathroom so I assumed they finally left. I guess my guns were tougher than Keiran’s after all. He’d probably gotten bored and left, I guessed. I was proven wrong when I pushed open my bedroom door and found him lounging on top of my bed.
“Ready to talk yet?” he asked as his smooth voice filtered through the room. He was holding my journal open in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked.
“Rereading my favorite bed time story. There are new entries in here,” he said without looking at me. The familiar feeling of dread returned as I watched him read my journal. I started back writing two weeks ago when the first strings of depression and loneliness began to take root. There was no one else I could tell so I told my journal. I usually kept my entries short but it was now almost full. It felt like I was running out of time as well.
“My journal is private. You have no right,” I growled. I looked around my bedroom for something to throw at him or better yet gouge his eyes out with.
“I have every right considering most of it is about me.” He looked way too comfortable lounging against my pillows and reading all my secret thoughts and feelings. They were mine.
“Why are you doing this?”
“You wouldn’t talk so I had to find another way for you tell me what I need.”
“And did you find anything?” I asked sarcastically.
“I found plenty.” He closed the journal but still held it in his hand, probably to drive me crazy. I wanted it out of his hands so bad. I couldn’t erase what he already knew but maybe it would take some of the humiliating pain away.
“Good then you can leave,” I urged.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Get out. I don’t want you here,” I said firmly.
“I think you want much more from me than you’re willing to admit out loud,” he quipped while waving my journal and tossing it on the bed. Finally. “Come here,” he beckoned.
“No.” I braced my feet on the floor to ward off the power and the spell he wielded over me. The one that made me obey.
“You’re going to make me come get you then?”
“If you must,” I said and clutched my towel tighter around me.
“Monroe?” He called quietly, his voice was soft but the look he gave me was intense as his eyes swept my body with burning lust.
“Yes?”
“Are you sore?”
“No,” I answered, feeling my pussy clench. It was eager for what was coming and so was I, I admitted begrudgingly.
“When I get my hands on you,” he said, rising from the bed, “I’m going to fuck you hard and I’m going to make you come harder.” He shed his shirt as he took slow steps toward me. “Are you ready for me?”
“If you hate me so much, why do you want me?” I blurted. If I weren’t so focused on him I would have missed his pause and the look of uncertainty that passed in his eyes before he hid it.
“I could ask you the same thing. Besides I think it’s a little too late to question it now,” he retorted sarcastically.
I lifted my chin and backed up a step. “I don’t think you want me. I think you do it to torment me more.”
“Then I’m torturing us both,” he said before he stole my lips with his and backed me up against the wall.
When I opened up for him, he sucked on my tongue and unwrapped my towel from my body. I heard the material fall to the floor at our feet just as he pressed harder against my naked body. He was well over six feet tall and always made me feel so small compared to him. His bare chest was hot against my own skin while his hardness teased my stomach through his jeans. I couldn’t take the separation so I unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them down his hips and immediately gripped his cock in my small hand.
He dug into his jeans and fished out a condom. He pushed it into my hand and ordered me to put it on him. His look was smug as he watched my hand play around his cock. I fumbled with the condom for a minute before I finally figured it out and sheathed it around him.
“Lift your leg,” he orders, tapping my thigh. I wrapped my leg around his waist. The movement opened me up to the feeling of his cock rubbing tantalizingly against my opening. “Put me inside your pussy, baby. I need to feel you now.”
My heart fluttered, hearing him call me ‘baby’ but I knew it had to be the lust talking. Even the night Keiran seemed to lose control when our bodies came together. With one hand on his cock, I used my other to grip his ass and lead him inside my waiting cunt.