Page 24 of Then and Now (The Edge of Retaliation 3)
My moans turn into desperate whimpers as the incredible pleasure begins to build, making my legs tremble and my back arch. I can’t take a single second longer with his tongue doing what it’s doing, swirling and flicking. His lips sucking. His hands holding me down.
I can’t.
I can’t take it.
I scream out his name as an orgasm rips through my body, the second one so much more powerful than the first. I rasp his name and relish in the feeling of his arms flexing and tightening around me as he licks out every single shudder from my body. Only when he’s making me squirm and plead for him to stop licking because I can’t take the intense pleasure a second longer does he come back up for air.
He pushes up to his hands, looking down at me. “I need to fuck you so damned bad I can’t think straight.”
“Then do it,” I say, my voice soft and satisfied.
He stands, his jeans straining against the thick, hard cock that is more than ready to come out. He goes to unbutton them when a knock sounds out at the door. His eyes, which were relaxed and happy, turn wild and angry. He looks at the door like he could set it alight with his very glare.
“Who. The. Fuck,” he growls.
I sit up quickly, hurrying around for my clothes as the knocking becomes more frantic. Whoever it is wants to talk to him and they want to do it now. As soon as I’m dressed and he’s turned away, breathing deeply and calming his cock down, he walks over to the door with clenched fists, swinging it open to find Chase, bloodied and battered, standing there.
I gasp and rush over just as Tatum asks, “What the fuck happened?”
“Celia’s dad happened.”
Oh, shit.
I guess they found out the truth.
“SIT STILL,” I MURMUR, dabbing at Chase’s eye with a warm cloth filled with salty water.
He wasn’t in shape to get into another fight after the beating he got when we were locked away. I insisted we go to the hospital, but he refused, and Tatum said to just let him be. He doesn’t want to push him right now, considering everything he’s going through. Chase got himself into this mess, but I do feel for him because it wouldn’t be easy, facing your darkest hour.
“I don’t need you to clean me up, Jo,” Chase mutters, trying to pull his face away from my hand.
“No, you don’t, but if you don’t want to go to the hospital, you’re going to stop complaining about it.”
He huffs but doesn’t move.
“Goin’ to tell us what happened?” Tatum asks, walking into the room with a beer and handing him one.
I glance at Tatum and he gives me a look that makes my whole body come alive. It’s a look that says he’s thinking about what we got so close to doing as much as I am. I haven’t stopped thinking about it, or the way he got so broody and angry when Chase came, which shows me just how much he wanted it.
“What’s there to tell?” Chase growls, his voice low. “I got what you all wanted me to get. I’m sure there’s more to come.”
“Nobody wanted to get you hurt, bro, they want you to face up to what you did.”
Chase gives Tatum a look so angry, I pause for a moment and my eyes widen. “What I did?” Chase laughs bitterly. “I didn’t act alone, Tatum. You want me to face up to it now, but you were quick to help me when I told you what happened back then.”
“I was younger and a lot more fuckin’ stupid back then. You’re my little brother, I thought I was doin’ the right thing. Callie meant nothin’ to me, I didn’t know her. It’s different now.”
“Oh,” he growls, “so you know her and now you want different things?”
“Yeah, exactly. You want to get angry, you can get angry, but it wasn’t me who got you into that mess back then. Own up to it, Chase. Face what you fuckin’ did and wear it.”
Chase makes an angry muttering sound under his breath and stands, jerking away from me. “Don’t need my family to be against me too.”
Tatum walks over, his face tight, and takes Chase by the shirt, pushing him backward until he slams against a nearby wall, his face scrunching in a wince. “Listen to me, little brother,” Tatum hisses, his voice hard, “I am your family. I helped you at a time when you should have taken yourself to the cops. You ran from a situation and I let you do it. Did it because I love you, and I’m doin’ this now because I fuckin’ love you. I’m not always goin’ to bail you out of things, I’m goin’ to make you face them too, because that’s what family does. It isn’t always rainbows; sometimes we face storms together too. You gotta own up to this and you gotta stop blamin’ everyone else for bein’ here right now.”
