then I reached for his waistband, shoving his jeans and briefs down.
He helped, and then pulled me right to the edge, testing my entrance with his thumb before licking the digit and pushing my panties aside. “I still have your other pair,” he said, his breath rattling as he pushed at my opening.
“Wha–oh, shit.” He rammed inside, and my head rolled.
He slammed in and out, again and again, one hand around my leg that’d been looped behind him, and the other behind my head as he bent over and hammered into me, sucking at my throat.
It’d been so long, and I felt just how long as the discomfort slowly fled and pleasure began to flood my bloodstream. “I-I think I’m coming…”
Everett chuckled, the sound dark. “You think? Clover, when I’m fucking you, you know damn well you’re coming.” Then he lifted me and spun us around until my back met the cool exterior of the fridge, magnets digging into my ass while I kept my legs wrapped tight around him.
I mumbled incoherent pleas to his tongue as it slid over mine. Our teeth clacked, his hips jerking up so fast and hard, I was on the edge and shaking for what felt like minutes. “So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine. Say it.” He reached between us to flick me into a million shattering pieces. “Say it while you come because of me.”
“Yours,” I rasped, and he held my face as he jerked and stilled, his forehead hard on mine and his breath choppy as it drifted inside my mouth.
We remained like that, eyes locked, our thundering hearts taking their time to slow and calm. His finger drifted over my cheek, and his cock softened inside me. “You’ve wrecked me, Clover.”
I swallowed, my throat dry.
A loud bang echoed on the door, followed by, “Open up, scumbag. I know you’re in there!”
Hendrix.
“Fuck,” Everett groaned out, his hands clenching tight.
My heart started racing again in fear.
Then Adela’s voice sounded, “I’m sorry! He called me and told me to meet him. I didn’t know.”
Muffled curses, and then Adela shouted, “No, you shut up.”
“Open the door, Adela.”
“You open the door.”
Silence, then, “Fine.”
A boom echoed through the apartment.
“Is he trying to kick the door in?” I choked out.
“Don’t fucking kick my door, or I’ll kick you, motherfucker.”
“You wouldn’t dare, tiny one.”
A yelp and a groan had my eyes widening, and I patted Everett’s shoulders.
His eyes opened, and I frowned. “Were you falling asleep?”
“Maybe,” he whispered, groggy. “That Hendrix?”
My eyes stung as realization dawned. I’d just let him ruin me all over again, and worst of all, he probably wouldn’t even remember most of it. I pushed, and he fell out of me, his semen dripping down my thighs as he stepped back, wobbling until he caught himself on the counter.
“Are there any days when you don’t drink anymore, Everett?”
“Ever,” he mumbled. “You usually call me Ever.”
I shook my head as he leaned over the counter, head hung low and his pants still undone.
Heading to the bathroom, I locked myself inside to clean up.
Keys jangled, Adela shouted a warning, and then the door opened with a bang as it no doubt hit the wall thanks to Hendrix. “Where are you, sister fucker?”
Shit.
Shaking out my wet hands, I tore open the bathroom door and rushed into the kitchen in time to see Everett doing up his fly, and Hendrix shoving him back into the countertop. “How long have you been fucking around with her?”
“I’ve never fucked around with her,” he slurred out. “She’s my clover.”
“Jesus Christ,” Hendrix said, visibly shaking as I stood behind him. “You’re too drunk to even punch.”
“Don’t,” I said.
Hendrix turned, his face mottled and his fists clenching at his sides. “Do you enjoy fooling around with my asshole best friend, Steve? Because he’s just that, an asshole. Everyone knows it, and that makes you a fucking idiot for letting him touch you.”
“Hendrix,” Adela warned, voice and eyes sharp, and moved beside me. “You’ll watch your mouth, or I’ll watch it for you.”
He laughed, dry and drained, and didn’t even spare her a glance as he swiped a hand over his chin, his stare hard and pressing into mine. “You haven’t seen what he does on the road. He’s either drunk or he’s fucking his way through the hordes of women who show up at our gigs.” He stepped even closer, biting out, “Sometimes two or three at once.”
A strangled shout was all the warning we had to step back as Everett grabbed my brother