Chapter 4
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The front door burst open. Adam’s voice was echoing off the damn walls as he demanded to see his baby sister. I closed the door of my bedroom, leaving a passed out Scarlett to sleep on my bed before launching myself down the stairs.
“Keep your fucking voice down,” I scowled, glaring at a pissed off Adam. Storm stood in the doorway, tears still flooding her eyes. I walk down the remaining steps before coming to a stop in front of Adam.
“Why the fuck did you not take her to her own damn bed?” Adam demanded, his voice lower than it had been before.
“Because I don't have a key, dumb arse”, I snap back, getting in his face.
“You know where we keep the spare,” Adam countered—crossing his arms over his chest.
“Scar was shivering and passed out in my fucking arms. You really think I had time to go rummaging through the damn bushes!” I say through gritted teeth. My fist's clenching and unclenching. I understood why he was pissed off. Hell, I wanted to drive back there and fucking gut the guy myself. But Adam trying to blame me for this, and it wasn't helping the situation.
“You should have known better than to supply her with booze,” Adam growled. Trying to take the fucking high road like he hadn't ever given her a drink. Bullshit.
“You could have stopped her at any time. She's your fucking sister. ” I shot back. “Where were you, hu?” Adam's eyes narrow, and I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from baiting him further. I needed a fight, and I needed to work off all this built up anger inside me.
“I'm sorry, I'm not fucking running back like you. I can’t run like the fucking wind,” Adam remarked bitterly.
“It’s a good thing I am then”, I provoked.
“Is she going to be okay?” Storm interjected, her voice small and filled with worry. Breaking through our debate, we both turned to her, our anger softening.
“I don't know,” Adam admitted, stepping away from me and rubbing the back of his neck.
“She lost it,” I remark, running my hands through my hair. “It was like she was underwater, and no matter what I did, I couldn't reach her.” There was a long, torturous silence. As we all tried to process what the hell had happened, I couldn't bear it. “What exactly did you see?” I question, my voice still a little harsh. Storm looks at us sadly, then down at the floor. I clenched and unclenched my hands, prepared to hear the worse.
“She was smoking. I left her for two minutes, maybe three. It couldn't have been more than that. I had to go to the bathroom... When I came back, I couldn't see her. So I called out to her but... but she didn't answer. So I peered out, and that's when I saw them,” she said, shaking her head, new tears streaming down her face. She gasped in a breath.
“What did you see, Storm?” I urge.
“He had her pinned against the wall, her arms above her head. She wasn't looking at him. That is why I knew something was wrong. His hand was...his hand was up to her dress.” She peered up at me, crying harder. “I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do.” Adam walked over to her and pulled her into a hug.
“It's okay. You did everything you could.” He reassured her. His eyes connect with mine, and I knew he was thinking the same thing.
“Do you know how he ended up on the floor?” I press. Hoping beyond hope that his filthy fucking dick had stayed in his pants. She shook her head.
“When he was looking at me, she kicked him in the... I didn't see anything after that. I came to get you.” She answered between shaky breaths. I nodded.
“Storm, you should go to bed. I think she's going to be out for a while,” I suggest. She nods wordlessly and steps out of Adam's embrasure before heading up the stairs.
“I'm gonna head to bed too,” Adam grumbles before walking to the door. I turn away, heading to the kitchen. “Loki,” he says, pulling my attention back to him.
“Yeah?” I ask. He hesitated for a moment before finally getting the balls to tell me what he wanted to say.
“Stay away from my sister,” he commands. “She's been through a lot and deserves better than to be some one time fling.” Adam didn't wait for my response and slipped out the front door. I stood there for a moment, a little taken back, but quickly shook it off. I didn't have the energy to think about that right now.
I was tempted to go up to my bed to sleep but finally decided against it. So instead, I walked into the living room and stripped down to my black Calvin Cline boxers. I chuck my clothes into a pile on the floor. I claim a sofa for the night. I was a little too tall to lie comfortably, but it would do for one night. I chucked a blanket over myself and lay awake.
I wasn't tired; hell, I never was after a gig. I usually ended up going home with some random girl, then sneaking out when she fell asleep. My hand drifted down to my boxers, and I found myself thinking about a sexy petite goth chick. I knew it was wrong. She was like family, but hell, it wasn't the first time she had invaded my head, and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.
I imagined those olive-green eyes locked in mine, daring me. See that hot little curvy body as she danced for me, her skirt bouncing, teasing me as she moved. It didn't take long before I was gripping my thick girth; imagination was hers. She was begging for me. I could almost hear her voice right now. “Fuck me, Loki! I need you inside me.” I began to stroke my hand up and down my rock hard cock. My thumb gliding over the tip. As I pictured taking Scarlett from behind. That big perky arse of hers wobbling as I thrust myself in and out of her tight pussy. Dripping wet and moaning. Her hair fisted in my hand. I jerk harder. Imagine her screaming my name as she gets close, so close. Fuck, even the image of her was driving me over the edge. My breath was heavy. I see her body trembling as her climax rips, though. So fucking sexy.
“OOOOH,” I growl as I find my sweet release.
(Scarlett P.O.V)
I awoke the next morning feeling groggy. My head was pounding, and my throat was dryer than the safari desert. Though I was pretty sure, the throbbing in my head was only half to do with the booze. I groan. Letting my eyes flicker open. Err, it was too bright. God, what was that smell? It was like cologne, pine needles, and earthy. “MMMM”, I moaned, pulling the pillow in, getting more of that intoxicating smell. I wrapped my legs around the cover and slowly let my eyes drift open. I frown. Where the hell was I? I quickly sat up, earning myself a painful head rush. I grimace before looking down at myself. I was still wearing last night’s clothes, bra, tights, shoes, and all. Okay.... strange. I looked around again, and then something seemed to click into place. I had seen this room a thousand times from my own bedroom window. Shit! How In hell had I ended up in Loki Fucking Morganstar's bed!?! A knock at the door had me jumping out of my skin, pulling the covers up to my nose.
“Scar?” Called a familiar deep husky voice, “Babe, are you awake?” Wait.... what did he just call me? I didn't reply. My mind was going a mile a minute. What if my brother found out I was sleeping in his best friend’s bed! Or Storm?!?! Fuck, I was defiantly in some deep shit. The door slowly creaked open. Messy black hair and sleepy black eyes peaked into the room. “Oh, thank god! You’re not dead!” Loki exhaled before walking into the room uninvited. I sucked in a breath. He was naked expert for a towel wrapped dangerously low on his hips. Water droplets covered his bare chest, which looked like it was fucking photoshopped; he was so ripped. Tattoos of a Raven across his broad chest and full sleeve on both arms. I bit my bottom lip as my gaze moved down to his V lines.
“My eyes are up here,” Loki smirked, his voice husky. My gaze snaps up to his, a cocky grin on his lips. I quickly looked away, focusing on the bedsheets like they were a work of fucking art. He let out a low chuckle before holding out a pint of water. I didn't realise he had been carrying. Probably because I was too busy gawking at his body. I take the glass mumbling my thanks, without looking at him. Then bring it to my lips. I tasted like heaven. I drank half a glass without stopping for air. Loki pulls open a bedside draw and tosses me a packet of pain killers closing it again. I pop two and down the rest of the glass, putting it down the small bedside table. Loki was no longer facing me, instead of rummaging through his clothes.
“Why am I in your bed?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. He turned around a half-smile, tugging at his lips. “You mean you don't remember?” He answered my question with a question. I finally meet his eyes again.
“Did we......?” I let my question trail off, now wanting to say the words. Loki raised a brow at me, a pantie dropping smile on his lips. “I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean?” He lied. He was going to make me say it, daring me to.
“Did we....sleep together?” I asked awkwardly, cursing myself for not remembering.
“Oh that,” He said, pausing unnecessarily as he ran his hands through his damp hair. “No...You wanted to, but...no” My mouth fell open, and a squeal leaving my lips. He started bursting out laughing uncontrollably like it was the best thing since sliced bread. I felt my face heat up, and I instantly got annoyed.
“You don't need to be such a dick about it!” I scowl, throwing a pillow at him. Which only seemed to make him laugh harder. I wanted to smack him so hard across the face he would go blind.
“Oh my God! You should have seen your face!” He said between gasps of air. I raise my brow at him and wait for him to calm down. After a solid two minutes, he finally does, though the grin never left his face.
“I was only teasing darling,” he admits. “You passed out in the car. So I brought you here...I slept downstairs.”
“Oh,” I said, simply trying to remember what happened. Loki didn't say anything, and the silence between us wasn't unconformable. Loki grabbed himself some clothes before slipping into the bathroom to put them on, the door not entirely closed. I made sure to keep my eyes to myself.
“What's the last thing you remember?” He called from the bathroom before reappearing in a dark grey vest top that left little to the imagination and tight tracksuit bottoms.
“Smoking out in the courtyard with Storm,” I admitted. He nodded a look of concern in his dark eyes but didn't say anything else. He turned around again and started fishing back through his draws, chucking a burgundy tee over his shoulder at me, followed by tiny black short shorts.
“Why do you have girls’ shorts in your draw?” I ask sceptically, holding them up like between my thumb and fourth finger like they were someone's dirty laundry. Which they probably were.
“They are Storms...I think. Must have got messed up in the wash.” He told me with a shrug. “There are clean towels in the bathroom. Help yourself to a shower. I'll be downstairs if you need anything,” Loki told me, picking up a grey snap-back from his desk and chucking it on. It suited him with that defined jawline of his. He nodded awkwardly before walking out and closing the door.
After my shower, I put on random person’s thankfully clean shorts. Thank god! Followed by Loki's tee. It felt strangely interment wearing his tee and having his scent all over me. It was so big. It practically swallowed my petite frame, looking more like a short dress than anything else. I tied my hair up in a messy bun before trekking downstairs. There was nobody in the living room apart from a pile of discarded clothes. I followed the sound of hushed voices coming from the kitchen, slowing my steps as I heard my name.
“What do you mean Scarlett doesn't remember anything?” Adam demanded in a loud whisper.
“Exactly what I said. The last thing she remembered was smoking outside with Storm,” Loki clarified.
“Did you tell her?” I hear Storm ask, her voice worried and unsure.
