why his words were so hurtful to me.
“Look, Round, I’m fine. You don’t need to apologize,” I say, but a quick shake of his head has me shutting my mouth.
“Judging by the pain I see in your eyes, I’m thinking you’re a long fucking way from fine. You should know better than to lie to me, Lisa,” he growls out, crossing his arms over his chest and taking another step closer to me.
The anger I see in his eyes pisses me way the fuck off, and I can’t stop myself from releasing my anger on him. “We both know I’m no one special, and I never will be.”
Walking to him, I lay a hand on his chest. “I’ve known it my whole life. I've always been trash. My dad was a dope head, and Mom, well, let’s just say she spent a hell of a lot of time on her back and very little of it was with my dad.” Giving my head a shake, I continue on. “I knew I would turn out just like them, pure white trash. I just never heard someone say it out loud before, so it hurt me for a minute or two. But I’ll get over it. Don’t let it bother you. I’m not going to. It’s over and done with, so let’s just forget about it.”
With that, I turn away from him and start to walk around him. He grabs my hand and tugs me into his body. A second later, his arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight against his chest. The familiarity of his warm body lulls me into a momentary reprieve from the pain I’m feeling.
“If you would just stop fighting me and listen, you’d know that’s not how I feel,” he says, placing a kiss on the top of my head. “I was just spouting shit at Smoke because he pissed me off. I wasn’t thinking about how my words would hurt you.”
“Your words didn’t hurt me. The truth behind them did,” I say, slowly pulling back enough to look in his eyes. “It hurt to know I am nothing more than a distraction to you. Hurt even worse that you would have no problem sharing me with your friends.”
His arms tighten around me again, forcing my face back against his chest. “Brother or not, if someone even looks at you too fucking long, they’re dead.”
Before I can even think about the meaning behind his words, he is walking me toward the bed. My back hits the soft mattress seconds before his body settles on top of mine. His lips meet mine a second later as his hands run up and down my sides.
Finally, he pulls back and looks into my eyes. “You are a distraction, Lisa, the biggest fucking distraction I’ve ever met.”
With that, his lips are back on mine, devouring me. I know I should be pushing him away, but he feels so good, so damn right. Instead, I wrap my arms around him and lose myself to the kiss. His tongue duels with mine, as his hands run up my side to cup my breast. When his fingers find my hardened nipple, he gives it a little twist, pulling a gasp from deep inside me.
The kiss continues, only breaking long enough for him to pull my shirt over my head. After slinging the shirt across the room, he goes to the zipper on my jeans. His expert fingers work the zipper, and he barely has my pants around my hips before his hand is in my panties. His hand cups my pussy, giving it a squeeze, before a finger runs through my wet folds. Then, it sinks deep inside me, once, twice, and again before pulling away.
He finds my clit, just as his mouth moves to my ear. “This is mine, all fucking mine.”
He plays with my sensitive nub for only a second before pulling back and jumping off the bed. He drags me to the foot of the bed, pulling my jeans and panties off as he does. Then, he unbuttons his pants and shoves them down his hips. His cock springs up, nearly touching his belly button, causing my core to pulse with need.
“Get inside me.” My eyes meet his as he wraps one hand around his throbbing cock and pulls a condom out of his pocket with the other.
He shoots me a smile as he rips open the package and rolls the condom on before grabbing my legs. He hooks them