Bryan shook his head as he pushed Logan’s wheelchair into the kitchen. I smiled at them, who had thought the leader of Trouble Triggers would be pushing Logan’s wheelchair?
“Have you told him you love him unconditionally?”
I turned, shocked by the voice. “Sean? What are you doing here? How did you even enter?”
I glanced behind him to find the front door wide open. Of course Alan and Logan didn’t the meaning of ‘shut the fucking door’.
He shrugged. “So have you?”
I blew a breath of air suddenly feeling nervous. My brother and dad were upstairs, Mom, Logan and Alan were in the kitchen, Bryan would come here soon and if anyone saw Sean here, World War III was sure to start. I motioned for Sean to come out in the back garden where hopefully no one would come.
“No I haven’t yet.” I answered his previous question once we were finally out.
“You should tell him as soon as possible, life is short.”
I nodded. “Yeah I know that now. But why are you here?”
He pushed his hands inside his jeans pocket. “I need to talk to Bryan.” He eventually replied.
I raised my eyebrows. “For what? I don’t think he wants to talk to you.”
“I know, I just want to apologize. Yes I did want to hurt him but not that much.” He then grinned audaciously. “He also owes me a thanks.”
“For what?”
“If I hadn’t broken them up he would still be with Anastasia and he wouldn’t have fallen for you.” Sean winked at me making me chuckle.
“I doubt he-”
My words were cut short when Ace came from behind me, snaking his arm around my waist possessively. “You’re right, so thank you now get yourself out of here.”
I elbowed his chest. “Stop being so rude Bryan, he just came to apologize.”
Sean snorted at that. “I no longer want to.”
“Good so you can leave.”
I blew an angry breath, stepping away from Bryan. “You two…” I pointed at both of them. “… Need to sort out your problems okay. So I am leaving you two over here and giving 10 minutes. Shout, punch, scream, glare, talk, I don’t care but when I come back you two should be hugging each other with no grudges. Get it? Good. You 10 minutes start now.” Without waiting for a reply I made my way into the house.
I heard both of the complaint but I briskly ignored them.
Having a grudge is like having a dreadful disease, the longer you have it the more you feel sad and sick.
..
“So how did you two patch up?” I asked, tapping away on my laptop.
Ace turned his head way from the football match. “We didn’t ‘patch up’ just talked little.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah yeah. It was pretty shocking to see you two actually hug.”
I looked up to see Ace scowl. “Don’t ever make me do that again. I need to have a bath now.”
“You’re being so dramatic.”
“So what are you doing? Your dumb story again?” He inquired, changing the topic.
I nodded as much as I wanted to know what they talked about I knew Ace would tell me when he felt like it. I wasn’t going to force it out of him. “And my story is not dumb.”
“Sure.” He snorted sarcastically. “What’s it about?”
“Your ass.” I grumbled under my breath.
He grinned smugly. “How many chapters?”
I rolled my eyes. “Just one word. Tiny.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
He swiftly let that subject, going to a worse one. “Why don’t you tell anyone about it?”
I shrugged. “Because I don’t want to?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Are you scared of criticism or you are self-conscious?”
I choked on breath. “No-none.” I shuttered but unfortunately he was right on point. I was scared of what my friends might think, if they would love it or just shake their heads piteously at my writing. I was insecure of my writing skills and was happy with unknown people reading and voting or commenting on it.
Criticism from a stranger can be ignored but from a friend it pricks the heart.
I didn’t realize when Bryan had rounded come in front of me and closed my laptop. I blinked when he held my chin under his thumb, gazing into my eyes. I felt my breath shutter as I stared in those chocolaty orbs. Oh I so wanted to say those words right now!
“You have no reason to fear. I am sure you write awfully well.” He whispered.
I smiled at him. “I hope so.”
“I know so.”
I grinned and closed the distance, savoring the feel of his lips on mine. He bit my lower lip, his arms bringing me closer to him. The laptop slid from my lap on the bed and we both didn’t care. I crawled on his lap, turning the kiss more intense. I bit his bottom lip and he groaned, the mere sound sending shivers of pleasure down my body.
I pushed him back, making him fall on the bed and kissed him harder, tongues mingling with each other. His hands reached under tank top, warm hands brushing against the cool skin. I let out a moan when his fingers brushed my navel, going further down.
His lips trailed down my neck, nipping and licking. I leaned my head to the side giving him better access. My hands clung to his tee tugging it upwards. He paused his ministrations on my neck and with one flick he stripped of his tee.
“There, touch me.” He groaned and I didn’t want any further persuasion. My hands glided over his toned chest, running over the dragon tattoo. “Why is this for?” I asked, my fingertips grazing over the fire tattooed on his abdomen.
He bit his lip. “It represents power and victory over bad. I had it engraved when I couldn’t take any more of my step-mother’s false accusations and controlling nature. I was feeling weak and I needed to feel something. I went to a party and got dunk and somehow landed up in a tattoo parlor. He decided to draw this a sign that I am powerful and can rise from ashes.” He paused and grinned. “It also signifies strong sexual desire.” Saying that he tilted up his pelvis making me feel his arousal right at my center.
I moaned and pulled him closer before pausing, he stared at me in confusion, his eyes filled with lust. I took a deep breath, “I love you.”
He blinked in surprise and then grinned, a grin that made me wetter. “I know you do, what’s not there to love?”
I rolled my eyes but my retort was drowned when his lips crashed into mine and his kissed me senselessly, until I couldn’t even remember was oxygen was.
“Your turn.” He groaned and the next second my top was thrown on the floor. His fingers grazed the under of bra clad breasts and I bit my lip.
“The door.” I exhaled, not moving from him.
He groaned in annoyance. “Your family went to the store right?”
I nodded by head. “We have just about 30 minutes until my parents come back from the market.” I groaned as his hands massaged my thighs and lips pecked my collarbone.
He looked up. “That’s enough time to do it twice.”
I raised my eyebrows. “That’s some ambition.”
He simply winked, pulling off my bra and attacked my breasts with a new found passion.
All thoughts slipped out of my mind as I moaned loudly at the sensation and pleasure. My stomach twisted and I gripped the bed sheets tightly.
And soon we were lost in a land where only happiness and contentment existed.
Yeah, and we definitely accomplished his ambition.
The End