The puck boys of fu, p.32
The Puck Boys of FU, page 32
I force myself to inhale a deep breath, reminding myself that I’m not in danger, that I not only want this, but need it too.
“Harden,” she whispers, her face so close I can feel her warm breath against my lips, and I swallow deeply at the amount of need I can hear in that one single utterance of my name.
Just give me a minute, I’m not good at this. I sign with shaking hands, only able to hear the sound of my deep, heaving breaths.
I think of all the times my mother had me in this position, of all the praise she gave me, the encouragement, and I fight against the darkness inside of me.
Aurora’s hands slowly but steadily push up my chest with nothing but intention, until she can gently caress my jaw. “You’re perfect, Harden Haze, so take all the time you need.”
Blue eyes sparkling, hair stained with some of that prick's blood, and staring at me like I hung the damn moon, she has never looked more perfect. She’s spread out on top of me, wanting, waiting, and I have never felt more powerful. She’s above me, but I am the one in control.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper in disbelief, still shocked that we are finally doing this. “I’ve always wanted to tell you that.” My voice is so quiet that I’m not sure she can hear me, but her answering smile lights up her face.
“And I’ve always wanted you.” Her words are said quietly, but so matter of factly, that I feel like my heart might explode into nothing.
That feeling is only heightened when she shifts her hips, pressing herself harder against me and aligning her center with my cock. My hard and aching cock. She can feel it, I know she can, just like I can feel the heat of her even through all of our layers, but that’s not what gets me. No, what gets me is when she holds my stare and does it again, rocking herself against my erection, making my last shred of restraint snap completely.
My bloody hands once again reach out and grab her, hauling her mouth down to mine, until we descend into a mess of lips and tongues. I kiss her, I kiss her like I am dying and she is what I need to live, and she kisses me just as hard in return. It’s hot and heavy and oh so fucking perfect, especially when she starts to grind herself on me like she can’t help herself, moaning into my mouth.
Keeping one hand on the back of her neck, I let the other trail down to her hip, gripping it roughly and guiding her up and down my length. The feeling is indescribable, like it’s the first time I have ever been touched, and I guess it is in a way. I’ve never chosen anything for myself before, only when I chose to kiss them, and now I’m choosing this, choosing her.
She rolls her hips into my touch, grinding against my jean-clad cock, as I swallow every one of her delicious moans. “Harden,” she gasps against my lips, hands flexing around my jaw, before one of them tangles with the hair at my nape. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she moans, rocking herself against me, pressing her lips back to mine and kissing me like she hasn’t got two boyfriends waiting at home.
Arousal runs deep through my veins, my hands tightening their hold on her as I urge her to keep moving. “Just don’t stop kissing me,” I beg, barely tearing my lips away from hers, just needing to feel them against me.
She kisses me harder, obeying my command, and something primal snaps inside of me, as I start rolling my hips to meet hers. My cock drags back and forth along the seam of her thong-clad pussy, and I’m almost certain that nothing in the history of the world has ever felt this good. A groan rumbles up the back of my throat, only making her moan louder, as she laps it away with her tongue.
“I always knew you’d be a wicked little thing for me,” I grunt against her mouth, pushing my jacket off her shoulders and dragging my lips down her neck and collarbone.
The taste of iron explodes on my tongue as it trails along the stains of blood, but it does nothing to diminish the taste of her. I still recall how sweet she tasted, when I licked the remnants of her off Griffin’s cock, and as much as I love this car, I can’t help but wish we were anywhere but here. What would it be like to have her spread out like this in my bed? Exploring every inch of her body with my mouth until she was screaming my name.
My impending release starts to burn at the bottom of my spine, far too quickly, as her body begins to tremble against my own. Shifting, I angle my hips even more, my grip on her hip guiding her back and forth, in the most explosive rhythm that has me losing my mind.
“Harden, yes, please, right there.” The words tumble from her mouth loudly, as I continue to drag my tongue along her skin, licking and sucking until every moan and hitch of her breath is imprinted into my mind.
Ripping my mouth away from her, I gasp for air, but she doesn’t relent, just keeps gyrating her hips in the most perfect motion, until foreign sounds start slipping past my lips. “Fuck, Aurora,” I groan, the two words making her shudder, and fuck, I could get addicted to this version of her.
It’s wild, wanton, and completely free, and it’s a fucking miracle to see. We’re no longer bound by the realms of friendship, and she’s never looked sexier.
“Harden, you feel so good,” she cries, tipping her head back and losing herself to her pleasure, as her hands continue to hold my face and neck in a way that has me leaning into her touch.
“That’s it, good girl, keep going.” My praise pulls a groan from her throat, and I tuck that information into the back of my mind as my gaze trails over her. “You’re riding me so fucking good, pretty girl.”
I lean forward and trail my mouth along the juncture of her neck again, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin there, until she is crying out my name on repeat. Her hands fist the hair at the base of my neck, pulling on it roughly in a way that has me reeling.
“Harden, I’m going to come,” she gasps, snapping her stare back down to mine, and what I see there has my own orgasm hurtling toward me.
“Then do it, Aurora, come for me, I need to see it,” I demand, sitting up in my seat and moving our bodies faster and faster, until her whole body starts to shake.
We rock together in unison, chasing the high we both so desperately need. “Fuck, Aurora, I can’t wait to fuck you,” I groan, and it’s as if that image alone has her exploding with pleasure.
She comes with a string of curses mixed with my name, and I drag her mouth back to mine, swallowing down every single one, until I am shuddering out my own release beneath her. Still we don’t stop, we kiss and grind until our chests are heaving and every ounce of pleasure has been dragged from our souls. Our chests moving together, our limbs wrapped around one another, and our mouths claiming each other’s.
When we finally pull apart I feel a strange warmth spreading through my chest, one that only ignites further when she smiles shyly. “Thanks for taking me out with you.”
I can’t help but snort a laugh, dropping back into my seat and releasing her so I can sign. Aurora, my friends flirted with you all night, I lost the race, and you’re covered in smudges of blood.
Her eyes track my fingers before her smile widens. “Best night ever,” she replies with a shrug, and I can’t help but lean up and kiss her again.
It’s softer this time, lazy, the kind of kiss I want from her every day for the rest of my life, and when we pull apart, my heart feels like it’s being squeezed in a vice.
We should get going before your brother sends out a search party. I sign, brushing her hair back from her face, and she laughs again, untangling herself from my body.
I help her back across the console, biting back a groan as she bends over to crawl back to her seat, before she readjusts her skirt and reaches for her seat belt.
“It’s okay, we all know how good your right hook is, so I know you’d protect me from him,” she muses with a playful wink, confidently placing her hand back on my leg, and I’ve never felt more needed.
“I’d protect you from anything,” I tell her truthfully, her eyes softening in understanding, as she leans back over and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“And I’ll protect you too,” she promises, and I nod swiftly, before taking a deep breath and gliding the car back onto the road as she relaxes back into her seat.
The drive back to the house is uneventful after our pit stop, Aurora keeping her hand on my thigh the entire way. When we pull back into the garage it’s late, but the lights are still on in the house, so I know the guys have waited up for us. I sigh, turning off the engine and climbing out, before opening Aurora’s door for her and slipping my hand into hers.
“The fun stops here,” I grumble, making her laugh as I guide us toward the house.
We’re barely through the front door before Everest and Griffin are on us, jumping straight up from the sofa and heading in our direction.
“Finally, You’ve been gone for….” Everest trails off, focused only on Aurora, or more accurately, the state of her. “What the fuck happened?” His tone goes from exasperated to angry in less than a second, as he rushes toward us.
“Jason.” I grit the one word out through my teeth, making both their eyes narrow.
“Jason?” Everest repeats, more fury in that one word than I have ever heard, and it’s just like that fucking night all over again.
“What the fuck did he do?” Griffin demands, rushing to my side and searching my stare.
I can see his questioning eyes drifting between Aurora and me, taking in the blood that has clearly been transferred between us, and our no doubt swollen lips. He knows something happened, he just doesn’t know what, but that’s not what he’s concerned about right now.
I don’t say anything and Aurora sighs. “He didn’t do anything, Harden hit him before he could even get near me,” she explains, causing Everest to look at me and grunt in approval.
As if there was ever any alternative.
Griffin picks up one of my bloody hands, inspecting my busted knuckles closely. “Fucking hell, baby, how many times did you hit him?” he asks, startling me a little with his free use of that term of endearment, but my focus is still on everything that happened tonight.
I shake off the caress of his words, flexing my fingers between his own, savoring the way he is touching me. “Not enough,” I reply truthfully, because I don’t care that Jason was fucking unconscious when I left him, it still wasn’t enough.
My thoughts taking me back to two years ago. We all knew Jason was sniffing around her, and despite the multiple warnings he got from us, the sorry fuck still tried his hand. Aurora was caught up in it at first, blinded by his charm and popularity, that and the fact we kept all other attention away from her. However, it didn’t take long for her to see his true colors. When he cornered her at her mother’s charity event, he knew it was a mistake, but guys like him don’t care. No, they’re only after one thing, and Aurora Gray was his virginal prize.
I can still remember the tears staining her face and the rips in her dress, and it didn’t matter that Daemon had rendered him unconscious with his fists, like I did tonight. The second Everest got Aurora out of there, Griffin and I took our time making him pay. He woke up in hospital with broken legs, ribs and his jaw wired shut, with some made up bullshit about being attacked by strangers. I guess he didn’t want to out himself as a would-be rapist by placing the blame of his assault on us.
The thought has me itching to hit him again.
“Come on, we need to get you guys cleaned up,” Griffin starts, cutting off my train of thought, and Everest is already grabbing Aurora and dragging her upstairs.
“I got her,” he snaps, tugging her along, her stare wide and apologetic as she is pulled away from me.
Griffin only rolls his eyes, before bringing his focus back to me.
“Did you make it hurt?” he asks.
“He’ll be waking up in the hospital,” I confirm, and he nods.
“Good, now let’s go and get you cleaned up.”
My heart is pounding in my chest, and I’m not sure if it’s the anger pumping through my blood stream or the lust running through my veins. When Harden texted us to say he was taking Aurora to The Underground, pride flooded through me at them finally enjoying some one-on-one time together. Sure, they’ve been doing the movie nights, but that’s just kid stuff, they needed something more. Something to push them together and make the tension between them snap.
I just never imagined that something would be Jason fucking Miles.
That low life piece of shit, who would have fucking raped our girl if we didn’t get there and stop him. I still relish the way his bones felt snapping beneath Harden and me, before we dragged his body to the back of my car and dumped him at a hospital outside the city. He deserved to be left in the fucking mud to rot, but that would have drawn too much attention to us, and Aurora wanted to forget anything ever happened. So per her wishes, we dealt with him and swept the fallout under the rug.
Now as I lead Harden upstairs to my room, I realize we didn’t tidy it up as well as we thought.
When the two of them walked through the door it was obvious something had happened between them. From their lust-dazed eyes to their swollen lips, and the smudges of blood shared between them, it was written all over their bodies. And fuck, I don’t think I have ever gotten an erection so fast in my fucking life.
I wanted to take them both to bed, and spread them out until I no longer knew where they started and I ended. A thought that still plagues my mind as I drag Harden into his ensuite. I force him to take a seat on the side of the bathtub while I bend down, rummaging through the cupboard for his first aid kit. When I find it, I start taking out all the things I need, putting them on the counter.
Grabbing a cotton ball, I douse it in ointment and then move my focus back to him. Reaching for his hand, he flinches slightly, something I’ve come to expect even after all the nights we’ve shared a bed together.
Still, I know he’s trying, and he clears his throat to escape the awkwardness he feels. “I’m fine,” he whispers beneath his breath, sounding tired, and I mildly wonder if he’s still processing whatever happened with Aurora. “You don’t have to do this,” he adds, the sound of his voice so gravelly and perfect that it sends a jolt down my spine.
“Will you just let me look after you, please?” I don’t wait for his response, just pull his hand toward me and start cleaning it off gently.
He doesn’t flinch as the pad grazes across the split skin of his knuckles, even though I know it must hurt like hell, and all it does is remind me of the countless nights he must have spent like this, forcing himself not to react.
“Are you okay?” I ask, desperate for more of his voice, more of him, but he just nods wordlessly.
So I work in silence, cleaning off his first hand before moving onto the next. It isn’t until I am adding a small butterfly stitch to one of the deeper cuts that he talks again.
“We were having fun tonight,” he starts slowly, shaking his head as if he can’t quite believe it. “She was getting along with the guys, they were looking at her as if she was mine, it felt normal. I felt normal.”
“You are fucking normal,” I bite back, fucking hating the way he sees himself. I wish I could replace his view of himself with mine.
“You know what I mean,” he replies, trying to placate me, but I’m not fucking having it.
Tossing the last cotton ball aside, I drop to my knees before him and reach out to cup his face. It’s the boldest I’ve ever been, which is funny considering we jerk off in his bed almost every night, but apparently he’s not getting the memo.
“You’re the best person I have ever fucking met, Harden, and what that fucking piece of shit did to you, doesn’t change that. You’re not your fucking trauma, so don’t let it consume you, because you are the strongest person I know, and I’m so fucking proud to call you mine.”
Harden stares at me a little stunned, before pulling me toward him and sealing his lips to mine. He kisses me, but it isn’t like the other times we’ve kissed. It’s not rushed, it doesn’t have impending lust behind it, no, it’s a kiss that has my heart racing and stomach fluttering. It’s a kiss that tells me he finally gets it, he finally understands that this bond between us goes so far beyond friendship, that I’m not sure we ever were truly just “friends”.
When he pulls back and drops his head to mine, I breathe him in, relishing in the way he’s letting me touch him, the way his body feels so close to mine. “You’re the best person I know too, Griff,” he whispers, and fuck if that’s not the best thing I’ve ever heard.
“I know, baby, now be a good boy and get in the shower,” I reply gently with a wink, forcing a dazzling smile to his face that has my knees feeling weak when I push back to my feet.
I move to leave, but his hand comes out and snatches mine. When I turn back to him, his eyes are pleading. “Will you…Can you…Will you stay, please?” He asks, and I have to swallow thickly before I nod, and that’s all he needs to get himself moving.
Leaning back against the counter, in the same position he put me in when he sucked my cock, I watch with roaming eyes, as he stands up and slowly begins to strip. First his shirt, he pulls it up over his head, then moves to his jeans, unbuttoning them slowly, pushing them down his legs, my eyes snagging on the wet patch clearly evident on the fabric of his boxers. My stare snaps back to his, a desperate need yearning inside of me, to know what made him come in his pants, but I won’t break this moment.
I hold my breath as he shoves down his boxers, revealing himself to me in all his naked glory. His body is perfect, something I’ve always appreciated over the years, and I won’t stop now. Not now that he’s mine, and not when he’s finally trusting me with every part of him. My eyes drag down his ripped torso, his abs flexing beneath my attention, before landing on his cock. It’s at half-mast, jutting out from his body and still glistening at the tip. My throat burns with the need to taste him, to give him the feeling he gave me and worship him between my lips, but he turns away, giving me his back.
