by G. Bailey
"I like it," he says, walking around my room and taking it all in. I have a very pink room. I know he is lying when he tells me he likes it. I have pink walls, pink bean-bags, and pink bedding. There are even pink fairy lights on my headboard. Elliot walks into my room, standing out like a leather biker at a Barbie convention.
Elliot kicks his shoes off and then his leather jacket, too. I stand there in shock as he takes his leather trousers off to reveal tight, black boxers. I have to remind myself to buy him some pink boxers as he slips into my bed.
"Turn the lights off when you’re done staring, angel." He laughs as he moves my pillows.
"Get out of my bed, you’re not staying over," I tell him, trying not to look at his impressive chest as I cross my arms.
"All right." He laughs before closing his eyes and resting his head on his arms.
"Elliot, get out," I shout, and I hear him laughing.
"Fine," I mutter, kicking my own shoes off and grabbing some PJ’s out of my chest of drawers before going to my bathroom. I take my time changing into the simple vest top and shorts. I know they are a little revealing, but I'm so pissed that I don't care. Who does he think he is just getting into my bed?
A fair point is that if he hadn't stopped the kissing earlier, I might have invited him up here. Holy cow, I need to stop kissing the annoying man.
I brush my hair and teeth before going back into my room to see Elliot is sleeping. I can't help but stare at the dimples in his cheeks and the short black hair that suits him. The innocent look he has when he is sleeping is sweet. It also makes him look perfect, but I like when he talks, even the snarky comments. Part of me knows I shouldn't get in that bed with him, but that's not the part of me I listen to as I climb into my bed and rest my head on the pillow. The long day catches up with me, and I fall asleep thinking of the hot man in my bed. The first man who’s ever been in my bed; I would never have guessed it would be Elliot.
58
Elliot
I yawn, stretching myself and waking up before noticing the beautiful, blond head of hair on my chest. I blink a few times, remembering where I am before stroking Allie’s hair. It's like golden silk as it falls between my fingers. I groan quietly when she shifts on me, causing her leg to slide up mine.
"Elliot," she mumbles, half asleep. She leans up on my chest with a dazed look. She looks so hot with her sleepy eyes and messed up hair. I take a risk by pulling her to me and kissing her. She resists me at first and then gives up, her body melting into mine. Allie’s sweet taste fills my mind, and I lose control. I pull her one leg over my hip so she is straddling me. I groan when she pushes herself against me, feeling how hard I am for her. I move to kiss her jaw line and then down her neck before stopping to pull off her top.
"Elliot, I don't want to rush this," she mutters breathlessly, as I go back to kissing her neck. My hands are roaming over her creamy skin under her shirt. I grab her hips and roll her so she is underneath me.
"Angel, just let me help you relax, trust me," I say, unhooking her bra. She seems undecided for a second before nodding at me and letting me pull the bra away. I lean back to take in Allie. She is so beautiful with a slight blush to her cheeks and those amazing breasts. They are not the biggest I've seen, but they’re perfect. I rub the little tips as she moans underneath me, making me harder than I've ever been. I shake my head remembering this is all about her. I lean forward, kissing her nipples then running my tongue around the hardened tips.
She runs her hands through my short hair. I groan at how nice she smells, like cotton candy. I slide my hand toward her PJ bottoms and cup her through her lacy underwear. Why does she have to wear extremely fucking sexy underwear?
"Are you going to come for me, Allie?" I ask as I pull away from her breast as I rub her clit through her underwear, making her moan louder and say something I'm guessing is yes.
I shift the lacy underwear aside before quickly putting one finger into her as I take her mouth into a deep kiss that nearly makes me come, too. Her back arches with a moan as she comes around my finger, squeezing me so tightly that I’m dying to know what she would feel like around my cock. I kiss her neck as she calms down, still whispering my name.
"Your turn." She giggles at me before pushing me over in the bed. For a little woman, she is fucking strong.
"No, you've had a rough night, and that was for you." I lean forward, stopping her hands from sliding down my stomach. Her face falls before she gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom, still topless. She winks at me from the bathroom door before it shuts. This girl is going to be the death of me; I can’t remember ever being this fucking hard.
I check my phone, seeing I have messages from Luke and Sebastian.
Sebastian: Still all right for babysitting tomorrow, bro?
Me: Yeah, looking forward to it
I open Luke’s text next.
Luke: Need any help at the club? I heard working on the bar at a club shows you plenty of hot women ;)
I chuckle a little to myself before replying.
Me: Like you need help, but you can work for me
He replies a minute later.
Luke: Nah, I don't, but I gotta mix it up a little ;)
I laugh, clicking my phone shut, and wait for Allie to come out of the bathroom. I hear the shower running, and I decide to go downstairs to make breakfast. I pull my trousers and shoes on before I leave her room. I run into a hung-over- Tristan at the bottom of the stairs.
"Fucking hell, I give up." He sighs, leaning against the wall.
Tris is only a bit shorter than me and I know fighting him would hurt, but I would for Allie. He nods at me and lets me pass before walking up the stairs. I look at Tris for a minute, trying to work out how he doesn't look a thing like Arthur, or Allie for that matter. Allie is blond, like her mother must be, and Arthur has dark-brown hair. Tristan, on the other hand, has pitch-black hair and shares Allie’s blue eyes but nothing else.
I shake my thoughts from my mind, opening the fridge and seeing bacon and eggs. I find the things I need and start cooking. I put some toast into the toaster just as Allie walks in. She is dressed in a long, blue dress that hugs her curves. Her hair is flowing around her face as she smiles at me.
"Right, inviting yourself into my bed and cooking my food. Hmm, if you weren't so good with your hands, I think I would be annoyed." She winks at me. I can't help but laugh as I go back to cooking. I watch her look at me strangely before getting an orange juice from the fridge.
"Right, so how many fights do you have left?" she asks with a serious face.
"Ten," I mutter, not telling her I have one next week.
"How many have you done? When did it start?" she asks quickly.
"A lot since our dad taught us," I say, avoiding her question as much as possible.
"How long?" She narrows her eyes at me when I don't answer.
I walk away from her and instead start looking through the cupboards for plates. Luckily, I find them on the third try.
"The scars on your back, was that in the fights?" she asks quietly. I grab the sauce pan handle tightly before remembering it’s Allie I’m speaking to, not a stranger.
"No, my dad did that to us," I reply, avoiding looking at her still.
"Us?" she echoes. I exhale a deep breath and start dishing up the food onto the plates, handing her one as I finally look at her. The emotion on her face is almost too much to fucking handle.
"Yes, my father was a cruel fucker to us growing up, but Harley got the worst of it. The fighting started when I turned fifteen, and the same for the others. Sebastian and I did a joint fight for our first time," I say, thinking back to that memory.
I learnt quickly how to avoid getting beaten after that first fight, when Sebastian had to pull a guy off me who broke nearly all of my ribs. I looked awful for weeks and didn't go to school for around a month. I was lucky we only had a few months of bad fights before my father died. Harley let us train properly, and we started helping w
hen he knew we wouldn’t lose. Harley taught us how to win, but our father had taught us how to deal with pain.
"I remember around then at school. Sebastian told Maisy you were visiting family. That's why you didn't come to school," she says, watching me closely as I nod, eating my food.
"Yeah," I say, shaking away the memories. "I sorted everything for the wedding reception," I say, changing the subject. I spent all yesterday making dozens of phone calls, everything will be ready, and I even found a place that hires out tables and chairs. They do all the chair covers and table covers we need too. I lost my temper with a few people, and that’s why it took all day. I forgot how fucking annoying people can be. If they can’t do what I ask, then what’s the point?
"That's great. I'm nearly done, but I have to call for flowers, and the band is being annoying." She sighs.
"I can help with the band, if you want," I say, hoping they aren’t annoying fuckers, too.
"Yeah, why not? I will message you the details. They want more money than I think they’re worth, but I know Maisy loves them," she says with a small smile.
"I’ll sort it," I tell her and reach over to hold her hand. She lets me, with a slightly confused look on her face before letting go to eat her food.
"I had bad news yesterday," I say, feeling the need to tell her something about me.
"Oh?" she asks.
"Yeah, the license to open the bar had some conditions, and I have missed one with everything that has been happening. I've been a little distracted. Anyway, it's going to take a few weeks to sort out and re-apply, so I'm pushing the opening back a month,” I say, trying not to get pissed off about it.
"Sorry, that sucks. At least you didn't advertise yet," she says, and I smile at her, knowing she must have been paying attention to me.
"Please, tell me you made me a plate, man,” Tristan says roughly as he walks into the kitchen.
"Yeah, on the side." I smirk at him.
"Thanks," he mutters with a yawn. He walks over to the oven and takes the plate I made for him before eating in silence with us. I finish my plate, and Allie takes it to wash.
"Man, you can cook as good as Allie." Tristan grins as he stretches his arms over his head.
There's a knock at the door, and Allie goes to get it.
The minute she leaves, Tristan turns to me. "If you fuck around on my sister, I will kill you, you got me?" Tristan threatens as he leans back in his chair.
"I won't hurt her," I tell him, and he looks down.
"You’d best not. Once Allie lets someone in, they mean everything to her. She doesn’t let everyone close, and she has never let a guy close before. She has to choose you; a fight with you is going to fucking hurt. So just don’t fuck up, man."
I don’t reply because I know he is right. Tristan nods at me and walks over into the kitchen. I watch him put the kettle on.
"Allie told me what you said, and she knows everything about The Cage."
Tristan stills with his back to me. He turns and goes to reply, but Allie cuts in behind me.
"We are going to stop Dad. It's wrong, all of it, and Dad will see that if I talk to him," she says, sounding sure of herself.
I wince a little, thinking she really doesn't understand her dad. Tristan looks worried, like me, as I glance at him. I could sit here and list the amount of fucked up things her dad has done. The amount of people I’ve seen or heard he has killed. I don’t when I look at her angry face. She reminds me of her father in moments like this, but the difference is, Allie isn’t cruel like him, and I can’t be the one to hurt her.
"Let me deal with him, and it's pointless to ask him to stop. He's crazy about The Cage. The only thing he cares about is it and you," Tristan says gently to Allie, who glares back at him with her hands on her hips. She is holding a letter in her hand; it must have been the postman at the door.
"He loves you too, Tris. He just doesn't show it well. Anyway, he will listen. It's not like he is a killer, he just runs some fights," she says, shaking her head.
"Allie, your dad nearly killed Izzy a while ago. Remember the crash? That was him and his goons. They shot Blake, too, Allie. Your dad isn’t a good guy, and I know he won’t listen. I was surprised you didn’t know any of this. I didn’t want to tell you, but you needed to know," I say as gently as possible because I'm so mad about what happened that night.
"What?" she asks, going pale. I doubt she wants an answer, but Tristan just nods at her.
"Dad has done worse than that, Al," he says. Allie just nods and starts washing up from breakfast. I stand next to her and dry up as Tris leaves to go the gym.
Allie doesn't say much else that morning, and I kiss her gently before leaving.
"I will call you later, all right, angel?" I ask her.
She tilts her chin so she is looking up at me. "Yes, I'm going to go see Izzy. So much makes sense now," she says, looking so sad. I’ve never cared how a girl feels before, but I do with her. I pull her into my arms.
"Hey, look. I don't know what to say. But whatever is happening between us, I don't want your dad affecting it," I say and lift her chin with my fingers so she can look at me. I wipe her cheeks of the silent tears and kiss her forehead as she stands still.
"I like you, Elliot, but this is complicated," she says eventually.
"I won't take no as an answer, not until you give me a real chance," I tell her as she presses her head into my leather jacket.
"So stubborn." She laughs slightly before kissing me gently.
I chuckle before grabbing the back of her head and giving her a real kiss goodbye. I pull away after leaving her breathless, and I pick my helmet up from her coffee table and wink at her before going to my bike. I wonder, on the drive home, if Allie can deal with all this at once, but then I remember how she is the strongest person I know.
59
Allie
"Izzy, open up and get off Blake, I need to talk to you," I shout through the door of Blake's bedroom, knowing Izzy is in there. I do realise it’s Friday, our only day off university every week, and ten in the morning, but I can't leave this. We have the weekends off, too, but today is meant to be a study day, though no one studies. Or at least, I don’t. I can imagine Emilia does.
"One sec," is shouted through the door by a sleepy-sounding Izzy.
I go and sit on my bed and wait for her, picking at my new nails. They have little red hearts on them and are painted grey. I can't believe I let Elliot do that to me this morning; his kisses are on my mind and the way he made me come. Holy cow, what is worse was how it made me feel. I like him. I actually like Elliot King, and that's not good. I’ve always known he could hurt me; he is the most perfect-looking male I’ve ever seen. His brothers are hot, but Elliot is something else. The image of him just in his boxers, leaning over me, is something I will never forget. The thought is making me need an ice-cold shower and a strong drink.
"What the hell, Allie? Is everything okay?" Izzy asks, walking into my room and sitting next to me on the bed. Izzy has on one of Blake’s hoodies, which falls to her knees, and some leggings on underneath.
"No," I say, not trusting my voice. I look at my best friend, who looks so innocent with her green eyes searching mine. I still remember how she looked so small and helpless in the hospital after the car crash. The crash caused by my father. I can’t understand how he could do that to her. Izzy is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.
"Elliot and Tristan told me about what my dad did to you. I'm so sorry, Izzy. My dad has never even shown any signs of being, well, anything but normal, but–" my voice cracks, and I know I'm crying again. Izzy pulls me to her and hugs me. I don’t cry, it’s not me, but everything is crumbling around me, and I don’t know how to stop it.
"Shhh, Allie, it's not your fault, and you didn't know," Izzy says in a whisper.
"It is my fault. I could have stopped him. I won't let him hurt anyone again, Elliot said my dad has killed people and nearly killed you." My voice is now high-p
itched, and I angrily wipe my tears away.
"Your dad isn't a good man, but, Allie, you are his opposite," Izzy mutters to me.
"He's my dad still. What he made Elliot and his brothers do? Oh god." I can't help but cry more in Izzy's arms as I feel sick. I know Elliot didn’t tell me how much my dad has done; I could see it in his eyes. I’m not stupid, but I can’t even be thinking about the kind of things my dad could have done. My dad, who taught me to drive and who calls every week to listen to me, isn’t a monster in my mind.
"Allie, look at me," Izzy demands, gently wiping my tears away with Blake’s hoodie.
"You’re a sister to me and my family, so please don't think we will love you any less because we won't, ever. Our father was the one who started my brothers’ fighting. He may have been working with your dad, but he still made his sons do it," she says.
"I know, Elliot told me," I say.
"What was Elliot doing with you and Tristan anyway?" Izzy raises an eyebrow.
"Well, I asked him to come over, and then he ended up in my bed, giving me the best orgasm I've ever had," I admit, and Izzy’s face goes red. For someone who has a lot of sex, she really can’t talk about it.
"He's my brother, so no sex talk with me please, Allie. I'm happy you both finally saw the light." She giggles, and then her eyes widen as she thinks of something.
"Did you guys have sex? Did Sebastian win the bet?" Her face lights up so much that I can't help but laugh.
"I want the answer to that, too," Blake says, leaning against my door.
"Nope, the bet hasn't been won." I sigh, and Izzy laughs. I made a pretty stupid bet against Elliot’s brother, Sebastian. I bet that I wouldn’t sleep with Elliot in the next two years. I could have won his custom made sports car, but now it’s looking more likely I will be baking cakes for him for a month.
"Sebastian is going to be annoyed, he is running out of time." Blake laughs.
"You all right, Allie?" Blake asks, going all protective brother mode on me. I recognise the tone from my own brother.
