Mav
you are, come for me.
Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, there is a knock at my door.
Fuck. I pull my hand out of my underwear.
I hope it’s Landon. That way he can help me. Or watch me.
No such luck. My Mum steps into my room. “You got home late.”
“I’m in my twenties, and having a curfew is ridiculous.”
“This is our house, so it’s our rules,” she firmly states, before looking at my chest. I follow her gaze and notice my nipples are stillcut through glasshard. I pull the sheet up.
“Yeah, well, maybe I should move out.”
“Well, if that’s what you want. I don’t see it happening though.” She shrugs her shoulders and makes her move to leave.
“It is what I want, and I will make it happen.”
But in classic mum fashion, she has to have the last word. “I don’t know with what money or who with. You lost your future when James broke up with you.” And she is gone.
That was a low blow.
Landon steps into my room, “Fucking ouch.”
“Yeah well, that’s Mum.”
“Are you serious about moving?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” he says, unable to hide his smile. “Come with me to the guy’s place?”
“I can’t. I’ve got an assignment due.”
“Do it at the guy’s place.” He so simply states.
“Yeah right, no work would get done. I’d end up on my back again”.
“Or on all fours, or up against the wall.”
“My point.” Even though desire surges through my body.
“Okay,” he drawls, coming closer. He looks behind him, I’m assuming to see if anyone is there. He leans down and claims my mouth in a quick but passionate kiss. Leaving me breathless.
Worksout I didn’t have time to go see them. Because before I know it, the sun is setting and I’m exhausted. I hear a car pull up followed by car doors slamming shut, and a zap of energy shoots through me. I didn’t reply to any of their messages, and I feel like I’m going to pay for that.
My bedroom door is suddenly opened. No knock, noViolet are you in? Just opened allowing Maverick and Axel to enter. Where’s Landon?
“Nine,” is all Maverick says with a crooked smile. I knew I would pay.
“I- ah- okay.”
They both smile at me, desire flashing through their eyes. I take a step back, my ass hitting my desk, stopping my retreat.
“Are you still wearing that G-string?” Maverick asks.
