Chapter 9
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“Hey! I have watched enough movies to know that men hate it when you leave them hanging”, She reassures me, wiggling her finger around.
“And we want this guy to hate me?” I consider, grinning at her.
“Love, hate, it’s the same thing. They want what they can’t have and to be challenged. Holding the cards keep them hooked,” Storm informs me.
“Who knew you were so wise” I tease. Storm laughs before going back to flicking through Netflix. “Want to do a face mask with me?” I offer
“Yes!” She beams, jumping up from the sofa. We run-up to my bathroom and pick out a different mask each. Mine a tee tree infused mud mask, her cool cucumber. We Tying up our hair before applying it in the mirror. “We should paint our nails too!” Storm said, picking up my bag of nail varnish. We go back downstairs and choose another film. Hunger Game, of course.
“Which colour you want?” Storm asks, offering me the bag of nail varnish.
“Red”, I decide, picking it out of the bag to give to her. She takes the varnish and starts painting it on my nails. After mine are done with the second and topcoat. I paint Storms nails Pastel Green, two coats and a topcoat. We watch the film waiting for them to finish drying.
The Front door opens and closes. We look at each other. Who the hell was that? Adam was sleeping with his girlfriend, and we were not expecting anybody else. A tall, muscular figure appears leaned on the door frame, his hands in his pockets. His arms covered in tattoos, and his black hair tossed. He was looking sexy as hell, in loose-fitting grey shorts and a tight white tee.
“It smells of chemicals in here,” The familiar deep voice of non-other than Loki grunts.
“Nail polish,” Storm remarks, flashing her newly painted nails at him. “Have you come the crash girls night?” He shrugs, not moving from the doorway. His black eyes were falling on me. I sucked in a breath, feeling naked under his lazy gaze.
“What’s on your face?” he snickers. I press my finger to my face having forgotten I still had the mask on. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment, quickly turning away from him.
“Face mash, Durr!” Storm remarked, rolling her eyes at him.
“Adams not here,” I tell him, getting to my feet. I needed to wash this mask off.
“I know,” he replied simply, a small silence falling before he adding “I was broad” He moves from the doorway and starts helping himself to the food still laid out on the table.
“Hey!” Storm protests slapping his hand away. I sneak past them, running up to my bedroom to quickly wash off the mask. Once it was gone, I dried off my face and let my hair down. Peering at myself in the mirror, I looked younger without makeup on. My eyes less defined, and my freckles more viable; thankfully, my skin was clear. I still wanted to put makeup on but knew I couldn't without him noticing. Sighing, I made my way back downstairs.
Storm lay splayed out on one of the sofas, Loki having stolen my seat. There was a whole other sofa he could have sat on, but no. He had picked to sit where I had been. I walk up to him and cross my arms over my chest, blocking his view of the TV.
“You’re in my seat,” I scowled.
“I did warn him," Storm chimed in. Loki's gaze slowly drifted up to my body until they met mine. His black eyes slightly darker, with a mischievous glint in them.
“I can share,” he offered. I raised a brow at him almost to say 'really?' making his lips tug up in a cocky grin. “I don't bite...most the time," He teased.
“Shhhh! It’s a really good bit,” Storm hushes us. I shake my head at him before turning away. Fine, if he was going to be all flirty and want me to sit with him, I was doing the opposite. But of course, Loki did like that. His hand snaked around my hips, tugging me backwards. I fell onto the chair with a loud thump. Storm, thankfully, was too focused on the TV to notice.
I sucked in a breath. Loki's arm was still wrapped around my waist, my legs on his lap. He looked up at me, his dark eyes searching mine. We were too close, his body warm ageist my own setting sparks through my skin. His intoxicating scent was filling my nose. I try to move away, but his grip stayed firm. He licked his lips, peering towards Strom before looking back at me. I open my mouth to speak, but before I could, his finger presses ageist my lips silencing me. He shakes his head. Don't talk; he seems to say. Despite myself, I nod. Loki took that as invitation enough. His finger moves from my lips to my neck, then my shoulder. Pushing away my hair and hoodie, exposing my shoulder to him. I bite my lip as his fingers trace over the spot between my neck and shoulder. His mouth lowers to my ear, his breath tickling my skin.
“tell me to stop,” He whispers, his voice deep and husky. I try to find words, but I had none. I didn't know what he was doing or what he wanted. All I knew was right at this moment; I was entirely at his mercy. “Tell me you don't want this, and I will stop,” He whispers. His fingers still drawing circles over that sweet spot. I close my eyes, my breath uneven. When I didn't answer, a low growl escaped his lips. Barely loud enough to be heard over the TV. His lips lower to the sweet spot, slowly brushing them ageist my skin. Heat flares between my legs, forcing me to press my thighs together to relieve the ache. His hand gripping onto hip harder, I was sure to have a bruise tomorrow. His tongue darted out, licking the perspiration off my skin. I had to suck on my bottom lip to suppress the gasp. Loki grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin before licking it again. My hands grip onto the cushions, my body arching begging. Then, as if he heard my silent plea, his mouth crushes down on that same spot, biting and sucking. My eyes roll back, and I have to bite down on my tongue hard, forcing the moan to the back of my throat—his silent attack causing pleasure to burst through my body in waves. My hands dart out, tangling themselves in his hair, tugging at it, only making his assault on my neck more intense. I was so close to moaning out loud.
As quickly as it started, he pulled back, just enough to softly lick over the sensitive skin. My eyes were watery, and my body felt more turned on than I had ever been in my entire life. He chuckles softly, ageist my skin, kissing it before drawing back. I let out a small Whimper from the lost contact. He looks at me, a smirk on his lips. Then gently pulls my hoodie back over to cover me. I wasn't sure what to think, how to feel. My body was suddenly feeling cold. The film was still on, storm quietly snoring. Loki wordlessly pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, my head falling on his chest.
Loki P.O.V.
I didn't know why, but as I watched Scarlett sleeping form nuzzled into my chest, I felt incredibly guilty. It wasn't as if I had slept with her. Hell, I hadn't even kissed her. But hell as my witness, I wanted to. Scar's body was dressed up like a goddam birthday present in those tiny shorts and lacy top. But the problem was it wasn't my birthday and she would never, could never belong to me. Yet my hand was still tangled in her hair, her body pressed against my own.
I had come far too close to breaking one of the most important Bro Codes rules. But it was more than that. I actually cared about Scarlett. She was family. Shit. I was an Animal. I gently untangled my hand from her hair and, careful not to wake her, picked her up. She mumbled something, cuddling closer to my chest, but stayed asleep. She fit perfectly in my arms, and I couldn't help but smile at her cute sleeping face. Snap out of it! I sighed. I was carrying her carefully up to her bedroom. I lye her down gently on the bed and wrapping a fluffy blanket up to her chin. I headed into her bathroom to take a quick piss, almost falling head first when my shoe collided with a well-worn book. Thankfully Scarlett didn't stir. I picked up the book, curiosity getting the better of me. It was hard to make out, with only the dim glow of the moon for light. The front cover was a picture of a half-naked man with a six-pack and tattoos down both arms. 'Devil's Rider' read the title. I almost burst out laughing. Did she honestly read this crap? I flipped through the book, noticing pages folded over throughout the whole goddam book. I flipped to one and started reading.
'“Jake. You going to kiss me already?”
I ran the back of my hand down her cheek. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to do a whole lot more than kiss her. But I was too old for her.
“No, sweetheart, I'm not going to kiss you” as much as I wanted to, I couldn't fucking do it.
“Didn't think so.”
Before I could stop her, she rose on her toes and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I didn't hesitate. I kissed her back hard and rough. A small moan escaping her lips. It had me pulling her body closer. If my place in hell wasn't already reserved. It sure as hell was now.'
I peered back into Scarlett's bedroom. She was still fast asleep. I looked back at the book before chucking it into my back pocket. I knew it was a dick move taking someone book, but I fully intended to give it back later. But first I wanted to have some fun with this. I would skim through it, see what got her hot and heavy. Then I would use the information either to tease and bully her or... for other purposes. I slipped out of her room and down the stairs. I was checking in on my lump of a sister, who was still fast asleep. I find Scarlett's keys on the kitchen table and lock them up on my way out. Posting them back, though, making sure to chuck them a reasonable distance away.
As soon as I fell onto my own bed a few moments later, I pulled the book out again and began to read.
