knew.
“You knew,” I stated.
He shrugged, crossing the room towards me. Grabbing my beer, he took a drink. “Yeah.”
“And said nothing,” I condemned.
He merely smirked, rounding the counter to come up beside me. Setting the beer in front of me, he kept both his arms on either side of me, effectively trapping me in place. Nudging the barstool I sat on with his knee, he twirled me around until I was facing him; he was so close I could feel his breath on my face.
“I’m not a narc,” he replied, studying me.
I hated that word. I really did. I hated narcs. The thing was, I understood him. There had been a few times I’d known some of my friends had cheated on their boyfriends or girlfriends. I’d said something only once, and immediately hated my decision when the girl flew into a hysterical rage. She’d turned on me since I was the one there. Kill the messenger and all that shit. Ever since then, I’d stayed away from all that drama. I had enough drama in my own life.
“How long has it been going on?”
“What? Dev and Jaz?”
“How long?”
“Uh huh. Nope,” Tray said, pulling away. “That answer will not help Mandy at all.”
“She said seven months…was it seven months?” I persisted, grabbing his arm as he straightened.
Glancing at my hand, he lifted his eyes to my face. “No, I’m not telling you.”
I pulled him closer. “How long?”
“Why are you pushing this?”
“Because Mandy’s my sister and because the girl has to know how long it’s gone on for. Don’t ask me why, but we just have to know. Besides, I’m getting the PRS-500 for you, it’s the least you can do.”
“Fuck that. No. That’s for Mandy to ask Dev, not you to ask me,” he said firmly.
I needed a new tactic, so I pulled him closer and slid a leg around his and twined it around his waist, bringing him into full contact against me. I could feel him through my clothes and I slid one hand up his chest to curl around his neck. He had both arms around me, one tilted my neck back and the other was on my butt, grinding me against him, our mouths inches apart.
“I want to know how long,” I breathed against him, my lips grazing his as I spoke.
“And my response is, fuck you.”
His hand left my neck to grasp my other leg and twine it around his waist, both legs now wrapped around him. I fell against the counter slightly as he arched me against him. I gasped from feeling him and the heat that seared through my body. He slid his hand to the front of my pants and moved underneath my shirt. I panted silently as his fingers caressed me, moving upwards to softly flick against one of my nipples.
“I’m going to get you off,” I said silkily, seeing his eyes darken at my words and his body’s response. “And you’re going to tell me what I want.”
“And my response will be the same, I want to fuck you,” he promised, his intent glittering in his amber eyes as he slammed his mouth against mine. It wasn’t exactly rough, but it was fiery.
I tilted my head back and opened my mouth, feeling his tongue sweep inside where it met with mine. As I felt him lift me from the barstool and plant me higher on the counter, I heard a soft moan and realized it had come from me. One of his hands was keeping my leg firmly wrapped around him as the other was exploring underneath my shirt, moving to the other breast. I slid one of my hands underneath his shirt and explored him in return, the other was wrapped firmly around his taut shoulders.
And then he ripped himself away from me, both of us breathing hard.
“What—” I murmured, dazed.
Tray ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
Then I saw the headlights through the window. Mandy or someone had arrived.
I don’t think I even cared if they had seen us or not.
“Bathroom,” I choked out.
Jerking his head, he clipped out, “Second door on your right.”
*
After I’d composed myself, I emerged from the bathroom and could hear Mandy’s shrill voice
“You knew,” I stated.
He shrugged, crossing the room towards me. Grabbing my beer, he took a drink. “Yeah.”
“And said nothing,” I condemned.
He merely smirked, rounding the counter to come up beside me. Setting the beer in front of me, he kept both his arms on either side of me, effectively trapping me in place. Nudging the barstool I sat on with his knee, he twirled me around until I was facing him; he was so close I could feel his breath on my face.
“I’m not a narc,” he replied, studying me.
I hated that word. I really did. I hated narcs. The thing was, I understood him. There had been a few times I’d known some of my friends had cheated on their boyfriends or girlfriends. I’d said something only once, and immediately hated my decision when the girl flew into a hysterical rage. She’d turned on me since I was the one there. Kill the messenger and all that shit. Ever since then, I’d stayed away from all that drama. I had enough drama in my own life.
“How long has it been going on?”
“What? Dev and Jaz?”
“How long?”
“Uh huh. Nope,” Tray said, pulling away. “That answer will not help Mandy at all.”
“She said seven months…was it seven months?” I persisted, grabbing his arm as he straightened.
Glancing at my hand, he lifted his eyes to my face. “No, I’m not telling you.”
I pulled him closer. “How long?”
“Why are you pushing this?”
“Because Mandy’s my sister and because the girl has to know how long it’s gone on for. Don’t ask me why, but we just have to know. Besides, I’m getting the PRS-500 for you, it’s the least you can do.”
“Fuck that. No. That’s for Mandy to ask Dev, not you to ask me,” he said firmly.
I needed a new tactic, so I pulled him closer and slid a leg around his and twined it around his waist, bringing him into full contact against me. I could feel him through my clothes and I slid one hand up his chest to curl around his neck. He had both arms around me, one tilted my neck back and the other was on my butt, grinding me against him, our mouths inches apart.
“I want to know how long,” I breathed against him, my lips grazing his as I spoke.
“And my response is, fuck you.”
His hand left my neck to grasp my other leg and twine it around his waist, both legs now wrapped around him. I fell against the counter slightly as he arched me against him. I gasped from feeling him and the heat that seared through my body. He slid his hand to the front of my pants and moved underneath my shirt. I panted silently as his fingers caressed me, moving upwards to softly flick against one of my nipples.
“I’m going to get you off,” I said silkily, seeing his eyes darken at my words and his body’s response. “And you’re going to tell me what I want.”
“And my response will be the same, I want to fuck you,” he promised, his intent glittering in his amber eyes as he slammed his mouth against mine. It wasn’t exactly rough, but it was fiery.
I tilted my head back and opened my mouth, feeling his tongue sweep inside where it met with mine. As I felt him lift me from the barstool and plant me higher on the counter, I heard a soft moan and realized it had come from me. One of his hands was keeping my leg firmly wrapped around him as the other was exploring underneath my shirt, moving to the other breast. I slid one of my hands underneath his shirt and explored him in return, the other was wrapped firmly around his taut shoulders.
And then he ripped himself away from me, both of us breathing hard.
“What—” I murmured, dazed.
Tray ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
Then I saw the headlights through the window. Mandy or someone had arrived.
I don’t think I even cared if they had seen us or not.
“Bathroom,” I choked out.
Jerking his head, he clipped out, “Second door on your right.”
*
After I’d composed myself, I emerged from the bathroom and could hear Mandy’s shrill voice
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