“It’s no big deal Wicked… I want to….” He didn’t let me finish.
“You want to?” His voice was rising. Anger replacing the lust that had been making his voice thick and husky over seconds before. “Do you want to get me fucking killed Chelsea?”
“What’s the difference….” I sat up, and for the first time since he had taken my dress off, I felt self-conscious. I crossed my arms about my chest.
“The difference? I am not going to take your virginity, Chelsea. You’re Ruins kid sister.”
My anger flared up to his. “I wasn’t a kid a few seconds ago when you had your lips around my nipple.”
“Yeah you were, I just forgot who the fuck you were. This never happened.” He bent, tossing my dress towards me. “And it will never happen Chelsea, not ever. Now get your fucking clothes on.”
“I want it to happen Wicked.” I sounded whiny, but I just didn’t care. “I want it to happen with you.”
He paused, and in the dim room, I watched as his shoulders moved. “No Chelsea, this will never happen again. So forget it ever happened. I mean it. This isn’t a fucking game.”
Chapter Five
Wicked
What the fuck had I been thinking?
Groaning I flung myself into the battered sofa, my head in my hands.
It was official I had totally lost the plot. I hadn’t only kissed Ruins little sister out in the street with her legs around my waist and my hands full of her ass. I had stripped her to her underwear and put my hands on her almost naked body. Jesus. I would have done more.
I wanted to do more. Even now it was taking every ounce of self-control I had not to take the stairs two at a time and make her scream my name.
There was only one thing that was stopping me. And it wasn’t loyalty to my friend.
Chelsea was a virgin.
A damn fucking virgin.
I was an asshole, but I wasn’t that much of a virgin. There was no way in hell that I would be the one who took that from her. She deserved better than that. She deserved someone romantic and gentle. I was none of those things. I couldn’t give her what she needed. She was too young, and I was…..well, I was me. An asshole. They didn’t call me Wicked for nothing.
No matter how much she tempted me. I couldn’t give in to the urge to have her naked and writhing under me again. I had already proven that I couldn’t be trusted around her.
She was just too tempting.
It might even be better that I left for a while. For both our sakes.
I had always known she had a crush on me. Everyone had joked about it. Even Ruin. But I had assumed it would fade.
Had it fuck.
A girly crush I could handle but not the attentions of her grown. Because Chelsea was grown.
Grown and tempting as hell.
And she was just upstairs.
It would be so easy to go to her. No one would need to know. Know one but us.
I shook the thought away. I had to stop thinking about her.
“Wicked?”
I turned my head slowly towards the door. God, she looked beautiful. She had got dressed, but her hair was still mussed up.