by G. Bailey
I remember he said she left a note and wouldn't be back. Seb said it was his fault, but she wouldn't speak to him. I watched and helped as Seb spent the next two weeks asking all her friends where she was, or if anyone had talked to her, but it became clear she left everyone behind when her family moved suddenly.
"I don't know what happened with you two, but I am sorry she left," I say carefully, not wanting him to start a fight tonight with me.
"I was a big idiot, that’s what happened. I ruined the best fucking thing I ever had. Five years, and I chucked it away, being fucking stupid," he says angrily and pours another shot before drinking it.
I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. "Let's get drunk," I say. I know it's the only way to get him out of his thoughts. I have no idea what happened with him and Maisy to end their five-year relationship two months ago, but since then, he has been a mess. Drinking and partying seem to keep him from starting random fights. I can't let him fucking lose himself tonight by doing just that.
"Hell, yes!" he shouts, giving me a high-five, and we do just that.
Three long hours later, we are still at this damn party, but I'm calling a cab to get us back to Seb's. My phone blurs a little as I find the local taxi number.
"There you are, big boy," a female voice says behind me as I sit in the kitchen with Seb, who is watching a half-dressed girl dancing on the counters.
I turn, seeing Aimee. Even in my drunken state, I can't help but look at her and wonder why I ever touched her. Yeah, she is beautiful, but in that cheap, fake way that makes her fucking forgettable. Izzy is so amazing it makes me wonder why I ever touched anyone before her.
"Hey, thanks for the party. I’m just calling a cab, and we are going home," I say to her to make sure she understands I'm leaving. She was always a little crazy and clingy. I call the taxi while she stares at me, making me want to tell her to fuck off. As soon as I put the phone down, she is sliding up to me.
"Stay," she purrs and runs her hand down my chest. I quickly grab her hand and gently push her away.
"Sorry, no," I say and grab Seb’s arm, pulling him toward the door, which isn’t easy as Seb is as big as I am so he weighs a fucking ton. Seb is far more wasted than I am, and is hardly making it easy as he leans on me. The overwhelming smell of whisky on him is worse. I’m going to fucking kill him in the morning. He mumbles something, but I can’t understand a bloody word.
Fuck, he is heavy.
The cab finally pulls up twenty minutes later, and Seb is sitting on the ground looking at the sky. For fuck’s sake, I know I have to pick him up. I eventually do push Seb into the cab, wincing a little when he hits his head on the door. Well, it serves the fucker right. I tell the cabby the address, and then I check my phone hoping to text Izzy. The battery is dead. Fuck, I wanted to call her later, but I can't even text her.
When we finally get there, Seb is more awake–enough to walk himself–maybe the fucking whack on the door helped him. I take his keys to open the door for him. I watch as he goes to the lounge and sits in a chair, looking close to falling asleep straight away. I lie down on the other sofa in the lounge. There is no way I’m helping him up the stairs, plus it might wake everyone up.
"Thanks," Seb mutters to me.
"I'm your friend, man," I say with a groan, stretching out, and I know I don't need to say anything else. He is like a brother to me, well hell, they all are. There isn't much I wouldn't do to help them.
"Yeah, but I'm being kind of a shit mate right now,” he says quietly. “Damn, fucking Maisy," he adds with a long sigh, his head dropping back on the edge of the chair.
"I know you don't want to speak about her, but you can speak to me if you want," I reply, sounding like a girl, but I don’t know what the fuck to say to him.
“I know, man, it's just too damn hard. I still love her, but I hate her for leaving without letting me explain."
I look over to see the amount of pain shadowing his face as he talks. "Explain what?" I ask curiously.
"What made her leave me," he says and passes out.
I'm half tempted to sneak upstairs to see Izzy, but, honestly, I'm tired, and the booze in my system pulls me to sleep in minutes.
12
Izzy
I hear a bang, then a female giggles as the front door opens and then the sound of different female’s laughter. I check my phone and it’s one in the morning. Hoping it’s Sebastian, I decide to leave it, until I hear another giggle. I sigh, it’s been half an hour, and I should go check. With that decided, I put on my satin dressing gown.
I shut the door quietly as I’m leaving my room, and more noises confirm that at least Sebastian is home. Very quietly, I make my way downstairs, following the noise to the living room where Sebastian is having a lap dance from a beautiful red-headed girl who looks familiar from school. Blake is passed out on the sofa with a black-haired beauty tucked under his arm, her head on his chest with her leg thrown over his. She is hardly wearing anything, so I can see her ass and boobs hanging out of her dress.
Just as I back away, Elliot walks up behind me and frowns at the sight before saying loudly, “Guys, Izzy and I are trying to get some fucking sleep, and it's one in the fucking morning. Take it to your room, Seb. Blake, you can take Aimee to the guest room.”
I stare at Blake as he wakes up and sees me then realises who's practically on top of him before sitting up quickly. “Shit, Aimee, what the hell are you doing?” he demands as he watches her wake up, rubbing her makeup-filled eyes.
Sebastian leaves the room with the red-head, but my heart is finding it hard to look away from Blake. I feel like being sick and punching him at the same time.
“Let’s go to bed, baby, I want you,” she says loudly in a sexy voice I could never pull off, but she does, somehow, as she pushes herself against him.
I decide I’ve had enough, finding my voice and saying, “Night guys.” I hide my heartbroken face from Elliot and run up to my room before the tears fall, and they do. I try to keep quiet as I sob into my hands. I hear a knock at my door, and I quickly wipe my eyes, dimming the light in my room before opening the door slowly to see Blake. I quickly go to shut the door, and he puts his foot in the way, stopping me. He then opens the door, pushing it shut behind him, and locks it before turning to face me.
“What do you want, Blake?” I whisper harshly and back away from him.
“Look, I had too much to drink and fell asleep on the sofa, alone, with Seb on the chair. Seb must have invited her and that other girl over when I was sleeping. Please believe me, I know it looks bad, but I promise I didn’t realise she was next to me,” he says quietly and he looks so worried.
I'm just pissed, and I’m finding the option of punching him is looking good now. “I want to believe you, but in one week, I’ve found out the first time you kissed me, you just broke up with your girlfriend, and then I find you with another girl tonight. It’s hard to trust you right now,” I say quietly, with my voice wavering slightly.
I move back to sit on the edge of my bed, never looking up at him, not wanting him to see how hurt I am. Blake moves so that he is kneeling in front of me and takes my hands in his.
“I'm sorry. I’ve never given a shit about any girl ‘til you, and I do care about you. It kills me to see your tears, and it’s worse knowing I caused them. I know tonight looks bad, but I only want you; just you, Izzy,” he lifts my chin so he can wipe my tears away as I stare into his eyes, which I swear are begging me to trust him, to let him in. I actually might believe him. He looks so honest.
“I want you too, Blake, but I’m scared of you hurting me,” I admit to him, as well as myself, and I have to look away. He puts his hands on both sides of my head and forces me look into his eyes.
We are a breath apart now, and he says, “I’ll never hurt you, you can trust me, Izzy. I know I am an idiot at times and make mistakes–” I cut him off by kissing him hard. He kisses me back with the same power and passion while pushing me back onto the
bed as his body covers mine. I'm lost in his kisses, how he tastes like rain and pure Blake. His hands shake gently as they roam under my top, and I lift my hands as invitation for him to take it off.
Blake smirks at me, leaning up as he slowly takes off my top. I groan as he starts kissing my stomach all the way up until he is between my breasts. I'm not wearing a bra, so his eyes darken when he sees my breasts as he leans back. He covers one with his massive hand, and he starts gently flicking my hardened nipple.
I moan, loving his hands on me; it’s never felt like this before. Everywhere he touches me, I feel like I’m on fire. Blake kisses down my jaw, then down my neck, and finally licks my nipple–taking it into his mouth and gently sucking while playing with the other. I can barely think as I rub myself against his thigh to get some release. He slowly kisses down my stomach then stops, looking up at me in a silent question as he slowly pulls my shorts down my legs, giving me plenty of time to say no. I nod at him, which causes him to grab my leg then kiss all the way down to the triangle of curls between my legs.
At the first lick of his tongue against my clit, I buckle on the bed, and Blake chuckles lightly against me, using his arm to hold me down before carrying on. I'm moaning loudly, holding my hand over my mouth to hold in a scream as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I can’t think as I grow close to coming, and he pushes his finger inside me and everything in me tightens as I come, moaning Blake’s name. My back arches off the bed, and Blake looks up at me in wonder as I play with his soft hair.
When I finally come around from the buzz, Blake pulls back the covers, moves me in the bed, and cuddles me from behind.
“Sleep, beauty,” he says into my ear, and I do just that.
13
Izzy
I wake up feeling very warm and safe for the first time in a long time. My head is on Blake’s chest, and our legs are tangled together. I lift my head to see him sleeping, he looks like an angel with his blond hair all messy from my hands. Not being able to resist, I run my finger down his strong jawline to the stubble of hair on his face, which makes him unbelievably sexy. And I look over his chest to see his tattoos closer.
He has a beautiful phoenix on his right shoulder with fire coming off it and going down his arm. It’s all in black ink with a Celtic look to it. It’s done in so much detail, I can picture the phoenix leaving his arm and flying away. I shift a little on the bed, and I feel his arousal in his boxers against my leg. I can't help myself as I slip my hand into his boxers, stroking him up and pulling him out of his boxers slowly.
Holy God, he is huge, with my hand just touching him. He is long and thick, making me want him more than I thought was possible. I may be a virgin, but I got quite far with Devon, and I know how to do this. I want to thank him for last night. So I move down the bed slowly, trying not to wake him up. I want him to wake up as I'm doing this, and I kneel between his legs, pushing the covers away. I move my mouth to kiss the top of his dick. Blake groans in his sleep, rubbing his eyes with his hands, and then looks down at me.
“Izzy, what are you–” I stop him by taking him completely into my mouth and swirling my tongue around him, loving the loud moan that slips from his lips. I move up and down his long length, trying not to think of how big he is.
Blake groans my name and moves his hand into my hair. I suck the top and taste his pre-come on my tongue. He tastes salty and of all things Blake, which surprises me how good that feels. I move faster with my mouth and cup his balls, noticing how he grabs the bed sheets with his hands tightly.
“Shit, Izzy, stop. I'm going to come.” He breathes heavily, trying to hold onto his control, and tries to pull me up. I’m having none of that, so I suck harder and try to go faster. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before he grunts as he comes in my mouth, and I swallow all of him before sliding up to his side. I put my head on his shoulder and tangle our legs again as he stays still in, what I hope, is happy shock. He pulls me closer, holding me tightly to him as I lift my head and lock eyes with him.
We stare at each other for a long time, and I’m thinking how breath-taking he is. I could get lost in those eyes. I wonder what he is thinking as he looks at me.
“That was the best night’s sleep and wake-up call I’ve ever had.” He strokes my face gently with a finger.
I place my hand on his cheek and smile. “I had an amazingly good night, and sleeping next to you was the most peaceful I’ve been since I was fifteen.” I sigh, not wanting to remember my past.
“Is that when your mum passed away? Your brothers told me a little about your life,” Blake asks as he starts to play with my hair.
“Yes, I moved into foster care straight after, and they were shitheads, so it wasn't great. They had a lot of parties, and I was their personal cleaner most of the time. I was lucky it wasn't anything worse,” I say, knowing that I had a lock on my door so no one could touch me. They protected me in a way, not making me be around when they were drinking, but at the end of the day, I was a pay check for them, nothing more.
“I wish things were better for you, but you won't ever be alone again. I'm here now, and your brothers are, too.” He smiles.
“Speaking of which, how are we going to explain you being here when we go downstairs?” I ask as I'm worried. I don't want any arguments right now to ruin my good mood.
“They think I slept in the spare room, so we will just come down separately. Before you ask, Aimee called a cab when I told her I wouldn't be joining her in bed anytime soon.” He chuckles a little.
“I remember saying I would rather sleep on the couch, and she didn’t take that well.” He looks worried again as I don’t know what to say to him.
I give him a small smile. “I'm glad she is gone,” I say, finally getting the courage to talk.
He hesitates before asking, “Do you still trust me?” I know the answer straight away.
“Yes, I believe you about last night. We all have a past. Yours is just around more, but I trust you.” I press a small, delicate kiss to his lips. I really believe that. I have to accept his past, and he is very attractive so girls will hit on him. I trust him not to flirt back and not to cheat.
“Thank you. What about your past?” He sighs in relief, tightening his grip on me.
“What do you want to know?” I ask in confusion.
“Well, the way you did that this morning, I’m guessing there was someone before me? I want to thank whoever it was and then punch him.” His face shows his jealously and anger. I can’t help the small grin that comes to my face at Blake being jealous over me.
“I dated my friend’s brother for about four months. We did stuff but never had sex because I didn’t feel he was the right person. We broke up about a year ago. Tilly, my old friend, and her brothers moved to France not long after.” I frown a little thinking of Tilly and how much I miss her.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that answer. You sound like me, you know the whole dating my best friend’s sister issue,” he says roughly, and I look at him. He pulls me into a deep kiss, and I moan quietly as he pulls away.
“I can’t believe you’re a virgin. You’re so stunning, I just didn’t think I’d ever be that lucky to have a chance to be your first,” he says with a heated look.
“I think you have a good chance, Mr. Frost,” I tease, and he tickles me, making me laugh.
“I want a date. I will figure out a day when we are both free, and I’m taking you out of this town so we can be a normal couple for a night.”
“Are you asking me out, Blake?” I giggle.
“Damn right I am, and I know your answer.” He winks, making us both laugh.
We cuddle more before my alarm goes off. Blake gets dressed and sneaks out of the room. I hop into the shower, then dress for the day in black leggings and a purple top that’s all lace at the back, but it's a nice summer’s day so I think, why not?
While I’m pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I can’t stop thinking about the little touches Blake gave
me and his heart-stopping kisses. I catch a look at myself in the mirror and see my blushing cheeks and sparkling eyes, knowing my boyfriend is making me this happy.
I hop happily down the stairs to the kitchen to grab breakfast. I’m a little shocked that everyone is already here, including Blake, who is chatting with Elliot. I’m a little taken aback when I see Elliot swing his head back, howling in laughter at whatever Blake said. I must ask Blake what his magic power over Elliot is, who looks more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. No one notices me standing in the doorway, watching them all chat or playing on their phones. It’s strange how comfortable they all are together, like a big family I guess.
“Morning guys,” I say cheerily. I grab some bread, sticking it into the toaster as I get a glass and pour myself some orange juice. I get grumbles of ‘hello’ from them.
“You seem very happy, what’s put you in that mood?” Harley asks in a suspicious tone. Shit, I forgot all about him and how mad I was the last time we spoke. My eyes roam over his face, which is turning a shade of yellow from the bruises. I want to ask again, but I catch myself before I do.
“Nothing much, just nothing,” I mumble, and I can feel my cheeks going red. I can’t look at Blake right now.
“What are you up to today, Izzy?” Sebastian asks as he knows it's my day off. I only have school Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Lucky for me, today is, thankfully, Wednesday.
“I have plans with Allie and Tristan,” I reply, which is true. Harley looks at me with more suspicion, probably thinking I’m still mad at him. Allie invited me along to go to the beach with them, as it’s a nice day. I haven't seen the sea since I was ten, and I can't wait. We are lucky there is a heat wave going on at the moment, and Allie says she knows a private beach we can go to that isn’t too rocky.
