Chapter Six
Willow
I lie on Tegan’s bed and stare up at the ceiling, trying to calm my racing heart. I’m naked and sweaty and in desperate need of a shower. Tegan’s in the kitchen grabbing both of us much-needed bottles of water. We’ve been at it for hours. I’ve never had so much sex in my life. And it’s never felt so good. The first time I found release while he was in me without stimulating my clit was astounding. My whole body felt like it was floating, and I think I may have passed out for a second or two. I never realized how much better an orgasm could be if I wasn’t concentrating on getting myself off. To be totally focused on his dick sliding in and out of me was… wow, there are no words to describe it.
It just sucks because now that I know what it feels like, sex without that feeling will be a half-assed substitute. Tegan has ruined me, and I barely know him.
Having Nathan in the room watching us only made the pleasure that much stronger. I never would have guessed I would be into exhibitionism, but boy was I ever. I was nervous, but I was also turned on more than I ever had been before. Nathan is a very good-looking guy with his dark hair, blue eyes, beard, and perfect build, but he isn’t my type. I don’t like my men buffed out in muscles. He’s also too quiet for me and seems very reserved.
Tegan on the other hand, has a slimmer swimmer’s body, blond hair, and green eyes. He’s also funny and just a bit cocky. He’s confident, but not overly so.
So, when he asked me if I wanted to suck Nathan’s cock, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take it that far. I knew Tegan was leaving the decision up to me, and for that I was grateful. I loved having Nathan’s eyes on me and Tegan. Watching Nathan stroke himself was erotic as hell. I was intrigued for the first time in my life about what it would be like to have two guys in bed. I’ve never had that fantasy before. It’s never crossed my mind to wonder what it would be like to have two guys want me at the same time. I decided to give in to the voice in my head telling me to do it. I’m not sure if I would have let it go further than that, though.
A ringing sounds from across the room, and it takes me a minute to realize it’s my phone. I crawl from the bed over to my clothes and purse on the floor.
Bryan calling.
My stomach cramps and my eyes shoot to the door. I should just ignore it and turn my phone off, but he’s my brother. I haven’t talked to him in weeks, and I still worry about him. I’m an idiot, but I press the green phone icon.
“Hello?” I say hesitantly.
“Lo?”
I close my eyes at hearing his scratchy voice.
“Bryan. How are you?”
“I need you, Lo. Where are you?”
His voice is slurred and it sends pain through me. I’d give anything to have my brother back.
“What do you want?” I try to sound firm, but I’m not sure I pull it off.
“Where are they?” he asks. “They’re mine, and I need them.”
“They aren’t yours, Bryan. You know Dad wouldn’t want you to have them. Not for what you want to do with them.”
“They are mine,” he snarls, and I can imagine spit flying out of his mouth. “He fucking gave them to me. Now where in the fuck are they?”
This is the brother that I’ve come to know over the past several years. No longer is he the soft-spoken sweet brother of before. This new, angry and bitter version of him has taken over. My throat closes, and I have to force the tears back.
I harden my voice as much as I can. “You’re not getting the watches. Get some help and then we’ll talk. Please, Bryan.”
“Fuck you, Lo,” he spews, his voice filled with malice. “I don’t need no fucking help. I need what you have that’s mine. Where in the fuck are you?”
“No.”
“Goddamn it,” he screams so loud I have to hold the phone from my ear. “Don’t make me come find you, Willow. I swear to God it won’t be pretty. I don’t want to hurt you, but fuck if I won’t. Just give me what the fuck I want, and I’ll leave your life for good.”
His use of my full name sends a shiver of fear through me more than his threat, and lets me know he’s further down his hole than I realized. The name sounds foreign coming from his lips. He hasn’t used it since we were six years old. When Minnie asked me a week ago if Bryan would hurt me, I told her no, even though I didn’t completely believe it. Now, hearing the hatred in his voice, I have no doubt he will.
I sniff and wipe my nose with the back of my hand. I have to stay strong. I can’t give in to fear and give him what he wants.
“No,” I repeat, then hang up on him, dropping my phone back into my purse with shaking hands.
“What the hell was that about?” Tegan asks from behind me, scaring me half to death. I jump and spin around. He’s standing in the doorway holding two water bottles in one hand and a plate of sandwiches in his other. I wouldn’t say he looks pissed, but he definitely doesn’t look happy either. His eyes shine bright in the moonlight filtering in through the open curtain, showing his displeasure of hearing my conversation with my brother.
“Nothing,” I mutter, bending down for my skirt, panties, and shirt.
“Sure didn’t sound like nothing. Is someone bothering you?” His voice is stiff.
He takes a few steps inside the room and deposits the water and plate on his dresser, then leans back against it with his arms crossed.
“No. Besides, it really wouldn’t be any of your business if someone were.”
I slip my panties up my legs, avoiding looking at him.
“We just fucked like jackrabbits. I beg to differ that it isn’t my business.”
I roll my eyes, but he doesn’t see it as I’m still not looking at him. He has no right to know what’s going on in my personal life.
“Just because we fucked, doesn’t mean you can have more of me than I want to give you.”