Chapter Twenty-Three

Leah

One week…

It’s been a week since that day. None of us have left the house and I’m starting to go stir crazy! Darius is constantly hovering making sure I’m okay, Nathan and Saint are always bickering. Cody and Corvin fight nonstop all day which means we all have to listen to them fuck nightly. That’s not the worst part, once Cody starts screaming, Crue and Saint make it their life mission to make Katie scream louder! Beck kicked Nathan out of his room and put him in the room next to Darius and me since Cody never sleeps in it. I’m glad my girls are getting–well I’m glad Katie is but it grosses me out to think about Cody and my brother. My ribs are fine now and my face doesn’t ache, the bruising makes it look worse than it is. I’ve tried for the past two nights to get Darius to touch me but he won’t, and it’s fucking killing me!

I need something to help ease the stress. I’m walking around a house with five hot as fuck guys, Cody says it’s six guys but eww, the sixth doesn’t count because he’s my brother! These guys barely wear clothes, they prance around shirtless all day. Some days they don’t even wear shorts and just walk around in their boxers. I can’t help it, no matter how hard I try my eyes always seem to stray to their cocks and fuck me, I already know Darius and Beck are huge, but I can’t miss the bulges in the other two’s pants.

“Goldie!” Darius snaps. I dart my gaze to him to find him pinning me with a murderous glare. “I’m sitting right fucking here!” I throw my hands up as I push back from the table. I place my hands on it and lean over slightly, narrowing my eyes.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be caught staring at their dicks daily if you actually let me see yours !” I yell. I can feel the others staring at us but I don’t care, there is no such thing as privacy in this house anyway.

“Leah!” Corvin shouts behind me. I ignore him as I watch Darius slowly stand from his chair opposite me and mimic my stance. His eyes burn with lust, that look has heat spreading throughout my body.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks huskily.

“Yes!” I shout.

“No!” Corvin and I both answer in unison. I grit my teeth as I spin around to find Corvin being blocked in the kitchen by Katie, Beck and Crue. I spy Nathan and Cody out of the corner of my eye watching us from over the back of the sofa. Saint still sits next to Darius eating his sandwich.

“So, you get to fuck every night while we all have to listen but I can’t?” I grind out.

“Yes,” Corvin answers, which just pisses me off.

“Uh, no, that does not work for me!” My brother narrows his eyes in warning.

“I don’t care. That shit is not happening while I’m in the house–”

“Then get a fucking hotel!” I shout. I hear Darius and Saint laugh behind me, I even see Crue and Beck shake with silent laughter. Corvin’s face turns red, he looks like he is about to blow a blood vessel in his forehead.

“You know they have slept together before, right?” Saint quips.

“Not while I’ve been around!” he answers cockily. I smirk and tilt my chin up as I say,

“Are you sure?” Darius chokes on something behind me as Corvin’s mouth drops open. He darts his gaze over my head to Darius.

“She’s full of shit…right?” The pleading in Corvin’s voice nearly has me curling over and laughing.

“Y-yeah?” Darius stutters.

“Why the fuck did that sound like a lie?” Corvin shouts.

I throw my hands in the air. “Because it was. I gave him a blow job on the couch at home while you were passed out on the other chair. He also snuck into my room most nights, oh and we also fucked in your shower at home.” He turns pale and hunches over gripping the edge of the counter. Darius is cursing beneath his breath behind me. I turn around and pin him with a stern look that has him standing up straight. “Just in case you didn’t get the point, you either start putting out or I’m moving in with–”

“Swear to fucking God, if you say Beckett…” Darius warns. I scrunch my face up.

“I was gonna say Nathan,” I answer. The tension eases from his shoulders.

“Why would it matter if she stayed with Beck?” Nathan fails at whispering to Cody. I roll my lips over my teeth to stop from smiling which earns me a scornful look from Darius.

“I need a fucking drink,” Corvin grumbles behind me. An idea hits me as Darius eyes me warily.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks suspiciously.

“We’re about to play a drinking game that guarantees I get laid!” I say nodding, pleased with myself.

“You don’t even care about me!” I whine as he holds my hair while I wash my face in the bathroom sink.

“Goldie, I have held your hair back while you threw up, helped shower and change you, brushed your teeth and here I am currently still holding your freaking hair back. How the hell is that me not caring about you?” I ponder that for a second, my mind is fuzzy from the alcohol I consumed. I thought it would be a great idea to challenge the guys to a drinking game hoping to get Darius drunk enough that I could seduce him. Turns out all the guys and Nathan are pros at beer pong. I thought us three girls playing in swimsuits would throw them off their game. What a stupid idea that was.

“You haven’t even asked me if I’m okay.” I pout as I meet his gaze in the mirror. He rolls his eyes heavenward and takes a deep breath, almost like he is praying for patience.

He flicks his eyes back to mine and asks, “Are you okay?”

“No!” I practically shout and stomp my foot like a child.

“For the love of fucking Christ, what’s wrong now?” he asks. I spin around and lean against the sink as I try my hardest to look sexy.

“I hurt,” I say in the best sad voice I can muster.

“Where?” I keep the smirk off my face as I reach out, grab his hand and place it flat against my pussy.

“Right, here.” His eyes darken, a small groan slips from his lips as he closes his eyes.

“We can’t.” His voice is pained. I can see from how stiff his shoulders are and the way his breathing has picked up that he’s close to giving in.

“Why? You said you would do anything to make me feel better.” He slowly lifts his eyes to meet mine. I can see a war inside them, he wants me but he’s holding back. I don’t want to give him too much time to think, so I release my hold on his hand–which he leaves against my pussy—grab the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head. Chucking it to the side, his eyes drop to my exposed tits. I grip the waistband of my booty shorts and push them down, forcing his hand away as I do. I stand here naked and ready for him to take me, but he still won’t make a move.

The buzz from the alcohol is still there so I decide to embrace it and allow my inner temptress out. I push up onto the counter and scoot back until my back is against the mirror. His gaze runs over me sending a trail of heat through my body. The hunger in his eyes is what gives me the courage to make my next move. I open my legs, bending them at the knee to balance on the edge of the counter. His eyes drop to my exposed pussy. I bite my bottom lip as I slowly trail my hand down my chest and stop when I reach the apex of my thighs. Darius clenches his hands into fists at his sides, he’s shaking, trying so hard to not give into his need. That’s fine, I’m no quitter and I plan to have him inside me tonight no matter what it takes. I slip a finger through my folds and gasp.

“Stop…that’s, you—fuck!” I smirk at his inability to form a coherent sentence. I push a finger inside my tight, wet hole, moaning his name as I do it. “Ah fuck,” he grits out. I continue to pump that finger in and out of myself a couple times before switching to circling my clit.

“Oh my God,” I breathe out as I arch my back off the mirror. “Yes!” I moan.

“Fuck it!” he growls before my hand is smacked out of the way. I smirk when he scowls at me.

“If you won’t make me come then I have no choice but to take care of my own needs.” He pushes forward until he stands between my legs, he bends his head down and ghosts his lips over mine as he says,

“I’m the only one who will be taking care of your needs, baby, no one else.” He smashes his lips against mine. I open for him like always. I try to deepen the kiss but he jerks back like I just burned him.

“What the fuck?” I shout. He shoots me a pleading look, urging me to understand but I don’t. “Why won’t you fucking touch me?” I gasp as it begins to dawn on me. “Oh my God…” I push off the counter and quickly grab my clothes before racing into our room and trying to find my bag to pack my stuff and leave.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks as I start toward the closet to grab my things. He blocks my path but I can’t meet his stare.

“Let me go,” I snap as he grips my arms holding me still.

“Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on?” I drop my chin to my chest.

“You should have told me.” I hear the watery tone of my own voice.

“Told you what?” I shove him against his chest, causing him to stumble back a step. Not giving a shit that I’m standing here butt naked, I place my hands on my hips and hold his angry gaze.

“If knowing about Gary and what happened with Garrett has… put you off me, then you should have said something!” I latch onto my anger so I don’t cry, his face drops.

“The fuck, Leah?” I flinch at the anger in his voice. He eliminates the space between us, gripping the back of my neck in a punishing grip as he pulls me toward him. I try to shake free but he uses his other arm to wind around my waist and hold me flush against him.

“Let. Me. Go,” I snarl. He pushes his face against mine, not trying to mask the fury in his gaze.

“Shut the fuck up!” I keep the surprise off my face at how angry he is. “You think that the sight of you turns me off?” He thrusts his hips forward forcing me to feel his hard cock against my stomach. “Does that feel like the sight of you disgusts me?” he grits out.

“Then…why?” I ask.

“Because I didn’t want you think I was fucking pressuring you after everything you have been through. I wouldn’t blame you if the idea of sex put you off. But you couldn’t let me be the nice guy, could you?” I open my mouth to answer but no words come out. “Close your fucking mouth or I’m putting my cock in it and I’ll show you just how much the thought of fucking you disgusts me.” I’m a wanton mess. I can feel the slickness between my thighs, my nipples hard and begging for his touch.

“Do it,” I taunt. A sinister look enters his eyes before he darts his tongue out to lick my lips.

“You tempt me, but not tonight.” My face falls. “I’ll shove my cock down your throat tomorrow. Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you and show you just how much the sight of you makes me crazy and forces me to lose control. There is nothing about you that I don’t love.” I can’t even process his words before his mouth is on mine, he doesn’t hold back this time. This kiss isn’t rushed or forced, it’s him pouring all his feelings into it and showing me without words that he loves me. I wrap my arms around his neck, needing him closer. He moves his hands down my body leaving goosebumps in his wake as he grips the backs of my legs and lifts me. I break the kiss as I stare down at him, I see nothing but love and raw need for me in his eyes. “I love you, Leah, don’t ever doubt that.”

My brows draw in at his words, my heart takes flight inside my chest. “I love you too, now show me how much you want me,” I taunt. A dark smirk crosses his face, forcing me to quirk a brow in question.

“I plan to make you scream all night long. You ready for the silent treatment from your brother tomorrow?” I cringe and screw my face up in disgust.

“Don’t ever, and I mean ever, mention my brother when I’m naked and begging you to fuck me.” He laughs as he walks us back toward the bed and lowers me down gently. He stands there between my legs, looking down at me for a minute before he trails his fingers up the top of my thighs and along my stomach. The closer he gets to my tits makes me fight the shivers that want to break free. At the last second, he skims his hands around the sides missing my nipples and drawing a pained whimper from me.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, teasingly, as he skates his hands down the same path. He may have said everything right but I can tell from the way his touch is unsure that he still thinks I’m not ready for this.

“Darius?” His eyes slowly lift to mine. “I’m not made of glass, you won’t break me.” He cocks his head to the side, frowning. “I want this, I want you to wipe away the bad and replace it with the good. Can you do that?” He searches my face for a sign of me being unsure, he won’t find that. This isn’t just about sex, this is about me needing to feel close to him again and reconnecting us in the most intimate way.