by G. Bailey
I get a little nervous now, but Blake kneels at the end of the bed and spreads my legs wide before sliding a finger into me without any warning as he kisses my thigh. I nearly come right away, but I don't stop staring at his eyes as he kisses down my thigh and then reaches my centre.
“You’re so wet, baby. I can’t wait to taste you again,” he says in a deep voice.
Blake blows a soft, cold breath at my clit, and my back arches from the pleasure. He moves his tongue up and down my slit before finally sucking on my clit. I can’t help the loud moans that escape me as he continues to pleasure me, and he starts moving his finger in and out of me before adding another. I start to feel my orgasm coming, and I moan Blake’s name again and again as I come loudly. He rides out my orgasm with his fingers moving in and out, all while staring at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, seeing you come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says gruffly and moves up my body.
He pulls me into an urgent kiss. I can taste myself as well as Blake, and it drives me crazy. He positions himself at my entrance and breaks the kiss to whisper, “Are you sure about this, beauty?”
“I’m sure about you, Blake.” I lean up and kiss him deeply, and I bite on his lip gently, coaxing him to start.
I feel the tip of his cock slide slowly into me. He takes it slowly before suddenly pushing into me all the way to the hilt, and I cry out from the pain. Tears pour from my eyes as it hurts so much, and Blake kisses them away before looking at me.
“It gets better, Izzy; tell me when you want me to move.” He breathes heavily as the pain washes away, and I feel how full I feel so I start to move a little. The pain disappears as pleasure takes over.
Blake groans loudly, kissing my neck before pulling out and thrusting back in slowly while muttering under his breath, but I still hear him, “So fucking good, so tight.”
I moan as he picks up his pace and moves his hand to play with my clit. I feel my orgasm coming again as Blake slowly kisses me.
I moan his name as he pushes his face into my neck, biting me gently. I come strongly, tightening around him as I whisper Blake’s name on repeat. I feel Blake lose the last bit of his control as his thrusts become faster and frantic until he stills, finishing inside me, and groans my name into my neck. We stare at each other, and he kisses me sweetly before pulling out. I wince at the sting and the loss of him as he rolls off me and pulls me to lie on top of him while we get our breath back.
Blake pulls the condom off and ties it before throwing it into the bin by his bed and looking at me. I try not to notice the blood on the condom.
“Wow, beauty, just wow,” he says with a grin and slowly kisses me, showing me how he feels more than words can.
I grin back and say, “I agree, that was pretty epic.”
He smiles at me with such warmth that I feel my heart racing. “I'm going to run you a bath because you will be sore, and you’ve bled a little,” he says and kisses my head. I blush a little at the reminder of the blood, but knowing it doesn’t bother Blake helps me.
“You might want to answer your phone while I do; you know they love you, and they’re just worried.” He walks off into the bathroom, and I hear the bath running a few moments later.
I lean down and find my phone on the bedside cabinet. I see I have several missed calls from Sebastian and Elliot, and messages from Harley and Luke. They all say they are sorry and that they want me home. I decide to text Sebastian rather than all of them.
Me: I’ll be back tonight, I just need some time. I'm safe and I love you all no matter what, you’re my family. X
He replies quickly, which makes me feel bad as he was waiting for a reply.
Sebastian (the best bro): All right but we are worried, see you tonight as I guess nothing we can say will make you come back now. We love you too, Izzy, we only want to keep you safe. x
Me: I know, that's why I'm not mad. I saw how dangerous that place was. I just need some time and I am safe, I promise x
I turn my phone off and walk naked into the bathroom. Blake is leaning over the tub, turning the taps off. It's a massive, claw-tub bath, and I feel very excited to get in it.
“I’m so fucking lucky,” he mutters, looking me over, and it makes me blush.
Blake smiles gently before holding a hand out, which I happily accept, and I climb into the bath. I feel a sting as the water hits me, but, instantly, I feel better. I’m enjoying the bath so much, I don’t notice Blake stripping his clothes off until he moves me so he can sit behind me, and I snuggle up to his chest.
“You okay?” he asks and kisses my hair.
“Yes, I couldn't imagine my first time being better,” I say honestly, as I have no regrets.
“I’m sorry it wasn't more. I don't know how to be romantic, and I just had to have you,” he says, running his hands down my wet arms.
I laugh. “Today was perfect, I'm glad you are my first,” I whisper.
“If I have my way, I’ll be your last, too,” he whispers into my ear. With those sweet words, my heart sinks further in love with Blake.
“Tell me about your mother,” Blake asks as we relax.
“She was kind, I mean really kind. I’ve never known anyone like her before. I always remember how every Christmas she would make those shoeboxes full of presents for the homeless centre. Every night after work for a month, she would make them with whatever money we had. I always helped, and then a few days before Christmas, she would spend the entire day giving them out. People always loved my mum, but she never let them close. I wonder if that was my father’s fault,” I tell him.
“I don’t know, but she sounds like an amazing person,” he says a little tensely. I wonder if my father had something to do with how my brothers are now. I don’t want to ruin this by asking.
“She was. I wish I’d had more time with her, but I’m grateful for the boys.”
“I think they’re more grateful for you. They have a hard time trusting anyone, and you’re so kind. You’re like your mother, I’m guessing. It’s hard to not love you.”
My heart catches at his words, noticing that maybe he loves me, too. “I hope I’m like her. I want some part of her to live through me. I think she would have liked the boys.”
“You’re more like her than you’ll ever know, but I’m sure she is proud of who you are. Like I hope my dad is.” He sighs.
“He is,” I comment, and I feel Blake’s arms tighten around me. We don’t say any more as we wash each other and gently kiss.
We spend the day watching movies, which, of course, couldn’t be anything romantic but ended up being a comedy instead. Talking about our lives is more fun than the movies, anyway.
I learn Blake’s favourite food is pizza, which isn’t that surprising being he is a teenage guy. I laugh when he tells me his favourite colour is white, and he thinks I’m being mean when I tell him he always seems to wear blue or black, so I thought those were his favourites. We are cuddling on his bed as the TV plays in the background when I ask, “What’s your plan for after school?”
“The local university to study teaching. I’ve always dreamed of becoming one. My father did, too, but he didn’t get that chance.”
“It’s a good career, and I could see you being the sexy teacher all the girls dream about and who the boys want to be.” I laugh.
“I could definitely see you as a teacher, wearing a little skirt with some sexy glasses as I bend you over the library desks.” I slap my hand over his mouth to stop his little fantasy, which I don’t want to admit is pretty incredible. Blake chuckles at me while he gently kisses my palm as I notice the time on his clock in the corner.
“It’s six o’clock, I suppose I should be going back to my house.” I sigh, not wanting to leave.
“Are you sure? I mean, I would like to get to know your body again, but you might be too sore. We can just sleep,” he asks in a husky voice as he cuddles me from behind.
“I have to deal with my brothers. Ru
nning isn’t going to solve anything.” I roll over to face him as his blue eyes look at me with concern.
“Do you want me to come with you? I don't like you dealing with this alone.” He strokes my cheek as I lean into his touch.
“You can't, we can tell them soon, but, now, they wouldn't handle it well. I’ll be okay,” I say, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.
I can’t resist pushing a gentle kiss on his mouth, which he returns and deepens instantly. He rolls me onto my back and kisses me harder.
“Blake, honey, are you home?” A sweet, female voice shouts up the stairs and Blake freezes on top of me, flashing me a small grin. He pulls me up with his hand as he gets off the bed.
“Do you want to meet my mum?” he asks with a blush, making me nod a ‘yes,’ even if I’m nervous. I walk to his bathroom, quickly running my fingers through my hair and slipping on my shoes as Blake watches with a small grin.
He leads me down the stairs and into the kitchen where a small, very pretty woman with short, blond, pixie-cut hair is standing, opening the fridge. When she sees us, the first thing I spot is she has the same blue eyes as Blake. She is taller than me by a little, and is wearing a nurse’s uniform. She’s probably around forty, but her looks make her seem even younger; I hope I look as good as she does when I’m older. When her whole face lights up with a big smile, I’m reminded of Blake again, and I wonder what he got from his dad. Her eyes briefly glance to our joined hands, making her smile more, if possible.
“Hey, honey, who is this pretty girl?” she asks as she comes over and hugs Blake. I’m a little taken aback when she hugs me tightly and pulls back to look at me in a strange way, like she recognises me.
“This is my girlfriend, Izzy. Izzy, this is my mum, Summer,” he says. My cheeks blush, and I love hearing him call me his girlfriend.
“Nice to meet you,” I say with a smile.
“It's great to meet you. Blake has never introduced me to a girlfriend before, and I was beginning to think he never dated.” She laughs, playfully hitting Blake’s arm.
“Really?” I arch an eyebrow at Blake, who laughs with a blush lighting his cheeks and pulls me to him.
“No girl mattered until you, so I didn't see a point,” he whispers in my ear, and I swear I love him a little more for that.
My phone goes off in my pocket. I pull it out to see Harley’s name. “I’m sorry, I should get this.” I walk away a little before answering, just in case he is shouting.
“Hey,” I say, and it’s suddenly awkward after how I left it with him; my chest actually aches at the reminder of the hurt on his face.
"I’m sorry, Izzy, for earlier; you were right. When are you coming home?" he asks, and I can hear how tired he is in his voice.
"I understand. I just want to be involved with you guys, and I’ll be back soon," I say in the kindest way I can.
“You are involved, and we are going to talk when you’re home. Should I bother asking where you are?” he sighs.
“Nope,” I say with an extra pop in the ‘p,’ and I resist the urge to jump up and down at the thought they are going to tell me something. They must trust me if they do, and that means a hell of a lot.
“Fine, I will order pizza. I’ll see you soon,” he replies, and he hangs up. Wow, he must be pissed off at me a little. I don't want to go home, but I know I must. It’s unfair to keep them waiting for me.
I walk back to Blake, who is chatting with his mum, and he pulls me between his open legs as he rests on the kitchen stool. I smile as he chats to his mother, who is cutting some vegetables on the counter. When I make eye contact with her, she smiles at me but is still looking at me strangely.
“Do you want to stay for dinner, Izzy? I would love to hear about your family,” Summer asks.
I turn away from Blake to fully look at her. “No, sorry. I would, but that was my brother saying he has dinner ready. I have to go.” I frown a little at why she wants to know about my family, but I’m guessing it’s just a friendly thing.
“Okay, but how about next Monday?” she asks in a demanding way, and I can feel Blake tense around me. I want to say ‘no,’ but I’m hoping she is just being overprotective of her only son and wants to find out about his new girlfriend.
“Yes, that would be great,” I say eventually, noticing Blake’s arms tighten around me.
She claps her hands together and starts moving her food into a bowl. “Well, see you soon, Izzy. I'm going to change.”
“Bye, and it was lovely to meet you,” I reply honestly.
“Trust me, it was lovelier for me to meet you.” She looks at me strangely for a second again before leaving the prepped food on the side for cooking and walking out.
I turn to Blake to see him looking at me strangely.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said yes without asking you. I just didn't want to disappoint her,” I say quickly and look down.
He grabs my chin gently and pulls me up into a soft kiss before saying, “It's not that, I just didn't realise how lucky I am until now. It felt perfect with you in my arms and to actually be able to do normal things with you.”
“Oh, well, I think I'm the lucky one.” I grin and kiss him slowly before sucking on his bottom lip, making him groan quietly.
I pull back at his annoyance and hop away from him to keep a safe distance. One look at his darkened, bedroom eyes and I know I’ve done the right thing.
“I have to go because if I stay, I’ll be in your bed,” I say seductively to him.
“I don't see how that's a bad thing,” Blake says with a panty-dropping smile. Blake stands to reach for my hand as we walk out to my car. Once we are next to my car, he gently presses me against the door with his body and goes on to kiss me hotly, running his tongue into my mouth, and I nearly ask him if I can stay as I catch my breath.
He pulls away. “You need to go before I can't let you. I'm going for a cold shower,” he says as breathless as I feel.
I nod, not being able to make words come out of my mouth at that point, and hop into the car. I wave goodbye to him before driving back to the madness that is surely waiting for me at home.
17
Izzy
I go to open my front door, but it's opened for me as a strong pair of arms pulls me into a tight hug. It doesn’t take me long to realise it’s Luke, and he actually sighs in relief at seeing me. He doesn't say anything, just lets go of me and gently pushes me into the house, and then the door shuts behind me with a soft groan.
“Where is everyone?” I ask as I slip off my shoes and leave my phone on top of a small table by the door.
“Living room,” he says gruffly and walks off that way, with me following.
When we walk into the living room, Sebastian’s sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa as he watches the TV. Elliot and Harley are having a deep conversation on the other sofa. There are several unopened pizza boxes and coke bottles on the coffee table. Sebastian’s eyes widen, his lips pulled into a tight smile as he sees me enter, and he turns off the TV as I walk to stand next to the sofa.
“Come and sit next to me, Izzy,” Sebastian says, patting the floor next to him. I join him and smile, but he seems as tense as the rest of them as he returns my smile.
Harley clears his throat so that I look at him. I can see the mixture of emotions on his face; worry, anger, and mainly stress, making me a little concerned for him.
“We have all agreed to tell you everything. We wanted to keep you out of this, but it seems you will find your own way there anyway,” he says with a huff, clearly annoyed at me.
Elliot surprises me by taking over and saying, “Our father was involved in The Cage. That's the name of the place you went, if you didn’t know. There are no rules to fighting in it, and our dad was killed by the owner of The Cage for trying to kill him. We are paying off a debt to him for not killing us, too, because we knew about it and we didn’t try to stop Father. You have to remember, we were just kids when we agreed to hi
s messed up deal.”
Sebastian takes over now, and I turn my attention to him as I try to deal with the information they are telling me. I did not expect this.
“Our father was a power-hungry idiot, and we didn't have a good childhood with him, sis. Now, we’re stuck paying off his debt by fighting in the cage, even though we don’t want our lives to be like this.”
I sit, completely shocked, for a long time, taking in everything they are saying as a picture of my father forms in my head without me wanting it to. I guess I have to admit to myself I knew he wasn't the best person if he knew about me and didn't help my mum with looking after me. I knew she was keeping me hidden with all the moving, but did she know how bad he really was?
“This wasn’t what I was expecting,” I mutter to myself. I thought they were fighting for money, not because they have no choice. My gaze locks onto Harley as I finally look up at them.
“How much ‘debt’ do you have to pay? How many more fights?” I ask, putting a strain on the word debt.
“We have to fight three hundred fights and win every one. If we lose any, he adds twenty fights per loss. We haven't lost any by pure, damn, fucking luck, but we have come close.” Harley’s eyes flutter to Luke briefly before looking away.
“We have all been in the hospital more than once for different things, it’s lucky we have enough money left from our parents to make anyone look the other way,” Elliot adds in as he stares at me, trying to see my reaction.
“We are so fucking close to being free, Izzy,” Sebastian says harshly and sighs slightly, pulling himself out of a memory before grabbing my hand.
I can feel the tears running down my cheeks, and I try to look away at the wooden floor. I feel Luke sit next to me, and he soon pulls me into his shoulder for a hug.
