Chapter Twelve

Darius

Beck kills the engine when we pull into our drive. Saint’s jeep is here so they must be home. Corvin refused to hang around the club and wanted to go back to the party. I refused to leave, which pissed him off more. Beck drove the three of them back to get Saint’s car before coming back to get me and the girls. We sit here for a moment saying nothing. Beck checks his rearview mirror and sighs.

“They crashed as well?” I ask.

“Yeah, you want to take her in and I’ll take Katie then come back for Cody?”

“Yeah,” I say tiredly. I unclip my belt ready to get out when Beck’s words stop me.

“She needs to go in the spare room.” It grates on my nerves that he’s telling me what to do with her but I also know he is right.

‘Yeah, I know,” I answer somberly. I push the door open and maneuver Leah so she is laying bride style in my arms. I carefully climb out of the car, making sure she doesn’t hit her head, then turn to see Beck lifting Katie from the car, holding her the same way I hold Leah. We both make our way toward the house, Beck comes to a stop in front of me at the porch steps. I peer around him to see Corv sitting there. He looks to me then drops his gaze to his sister in my arms. He sighs as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Cody in the car?”

“Yeah, she’s out cold,” I answer, taken back that he isn’t yelling at me for holding his sister. He even seems like he’s sobered up. Did they even go back to the party?

“You two take them up, I’ll get Cody,” he says as he climbs to his feet and steps around us to head back to the car. Beck shoots me a look. I just shrug and shake my head.

“Let’s go before he comes back and yells at me,” I say, causing us both to chuckle quietly as we make our way inside. We pass the living room and come to a stop at the sight of Saint and Crue sitting on the couches watching a movie. “I thought you guys would still be out,” I say. They both look over the back of the sofa and the second they spot Katie in Beckett’s arms they are launching off the couch and rushing around to grab her off him. Utterly baffled and weirded out at the sight of Crue holding the girl close to his chest, with Saint running fingers down her cheek tentatively, I decide to leave them and their fucking trio issue alone, then head upstairs.

I climb the stairs and head for the spare room. The door is ajar so I use my shoulder to push it open. I walk over to the bed and gently lay her down before reaching for the throw blanket at the foot of the bed. I pause at the sight of her boots. Dropping the blanket, I gently peel the boot off her left foot—how the fuck she can walk in these I will never know, but fuck they make her legs look they go on for days. I reach for her right one and gently pull it off. I drop her boot to the floor when I see a tattoo on the side of her ankle.

My eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as I skim my thumb over the letter. Right there on the side of her ankle is a small D . I may be being presumptuous here but I’m 99.9% sure that D stands for Darius. When a shadow fills the doorway, I gently drop her foot and throw the blanket over her before turning around to see Beck standing there. I sigh, not in the mood for another one of his fucking bullshit heart to hearts. I make my way toward him and he steps back as I close the door quietly behind me. I take two steps toward my room before I stop and turn to face him. He stands there with a look on his face I can’t decipher.

“Just spit it the fuck out,” I snap, too tired and over everyone butting into my shit.

“She made a mistake, D. When are you going to let it go?”

“Stay out of this, Beckett. You and I both know why this shit will never happen,” I say angrily.

He shakes his head in a way that makes me think the fucker is mocking me. “Maybe it’s time you choose a different Williams sibling. A girl like that doesn’t come around often, Darius.”

“And how the fuck would you know?” He closes the space between us until we are chest to chest.

“Because I lost the best thing in my life. I was too stupid to realize how good I had it until I fucking lost it. Don’t be stupid like me, because you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting every choice you ever make because she won’t be by your side. No amount of success or wealth will ever fill the void she will leave in your life.”

I can’t sleep!

I’ve been laying here for hours mulling over Beck’s words. What the fuck happened in his past and who is this girl he speaks of? When I hear the adjoining bathroom door slide open, I close my eyes and feign sleep. I hear her shuffling around my room. I open my eyes to slits as I watch her head for my dresser, open the draw and pull out a shirt before quietly closing it. She turns to leave but then pauses. She slowly swivels back toward me. I keep my breathing even and lay still as she tip toes quietly over to me. I keep my eyes closed fully waiting to see what she does next, when I feel her lips press against mine it takes everything inside me not to move and remain still.

She pulls back and runs the pads of her fingers against my stubble. “I’m so sorry for everything I ever did to you,” she whispers brokenly before retreating back into the bathroom and closing the door. When I hear the shower start running, I bolt upright in bed. The thought of her naked and dripping wet mere feet away from me has my restraint taut and ready to snap. If I go in there, I have to let go of the anger I harbor toward her for what she did to me. I’ll also be risking my friendship with Corvin. He’s warned me to steer clear of her—if I fuck it up he won’t give me another chance.

Maybe it’s time to choose a different Williams sibling.

Beckett’s words play on a loop in my head, taunting me, daring me to take what I want. I’m still mad at her but my need to bury my cock inside her outweighs some of my anger. I throw the covers off and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I scrub my hands down my face as a war of emotions spur to life inside me.

“Fuck it!” I growl as I storm toward the bathroom. I grip the handle ready to slide it open but the sound of a moan has me pausing. I lean my ear against the door and strain my hearing. Another moan slips from her mouth.

“Oh God.” A thought hits me, what if she’s in there with Beckett? “Darius.” The sound of my name slipping from her sinful lips has the worry fleeing my body. I edge the door open just enough for me to see her with her fingers buried inside her pussy. Her other hand is pinching her nipple. She throws her head back as another moan crawls its way out of her. My cock twitches in my boxers from seeing the water dripping down her delectable body and seeing her cheeks heat as she chases her high. Her eyes are closed as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of herself. An irrational sense of jealousy overcomes me. I’m the only one who gets to make her come. I quietly slide the door open, she’s too lost in the pleasure she is inflicting on herself to notice me.

I push my boxers down my legs. My cock springs free and smacks against my stomach as I kick them to the side. I slowly creep forward and open the shower door. Her eyes snap open. Before she can scream in fright I dart into the stall and cover her mouth with my hand as I push her flush against the wall. Her eyes are wide and filled with shock and lust. The showerhead soaks me and has water dripping down my face, forcing my hair to flop against my forehead. She gingerly reaches up and pushes it back, making an involuntary shiver work its way down my spine at the feeling of her touching me.

“This is just me needing to fuck you, nothing more.” Her brows bunch into the center of her face. “Can you handle that?” I slowly remove my hand from her mouth and use it to grip her waist. A small gasp slips from her lips. I know I sound like a prick but right now I can’t promise her more than this. I’m not ready to jump into trying to work things out with this anger still inside me.

“I’ll take you anyway I can,” she says with determination. Rather than using words I answer her by slamming my mouth against hers. She opens for me like always, and the moment I push my tongue inside her mouth, a groan tears from me at the taste of her. She reaches out and runs her hands down my chest. The second her fingers skim across my cock, I break the kiss and groan as I lean my forehead against hers.

“Get on your knees and suck it.” My voice is raspy and thick with need. She doesn’t hesitate to do as she is told. She lowers to her knees and grips the base of my cock. She pumps it a couple times forcing me to reach out and lean my hands against the wall to keep my balance. She darts her tongue and swipes it across the head of my dick. “Fuck,” I snarl as a shiver works its way up my spine. The second she wraps her lips around my cock, a strangled moan tears out of me—the girl is a pro at sucking dick. The way she swirls her tongue around the underside of my cock has my hips thrusting forward of their own accord. Unable to take her teasing, I drop one of my hands into her hair, fisting it as I begin to fuck her face without mercy. I force her to take everything I have to give. She doesn’t protest, instead she grips my ass and pulls me forward until my dick is rammed all the way down her throat.

My breathing picks up, my thrusts grow unsteady. When I feel my balls begin to tighten, I rip my cock free of her mouth, grip my shaft and pump it four times, then roar out my release as I watch jets of my cum spurt all over her face and tits. I stare down at her, expecting her to be pissed at what I just did. When she swipes a finger across her cheek, wiping my cum onto the digit, she brings it to her mouth, flicks her eyes to mine and sucks it clean as she moans at the taste.

“Jesus!” I growl as I push off the wall and offer her my hand. She takes it, then steps under the spray of water with her back to me.

“You don’t have to stick around,” she says before ducking her head under the water. Her dismissal of me pisses me off. If she thinks her sucking my cock was enough, she is so fucking mistaken.