I felt my lip curl. “Am I meant to make out with someone else?” My head tilted as I studied her. I wouldn’t back down from her. She was a mum but she wasn’t my mum.
“Look, Chelsea. You’re an adult. No one can tell you what to do anymore. Not even Ruin and certainly not me. But Young? He crossed the line when he kissed you. The line is a distant dot to him. Didn’t you think about him and what it would mean for him?” Avery shook her head. “If Wicked hadn’t of stepped in before Ruin saw what you were doing, I don’t know what would have happened.”
I blinked at her in surprise. Wicked had stepped in? What the hell did she mean by that? “Wicked? What the hell?” Unsteadily I got to my feet. “Is wicked hurting him? What…” I was blustering. My words coming out jumbled and slurred. “Where have they taken him?”
If Young was getting a beating because of me, I would never forgive myself. If Wicked was the one doing the beat down, I would never forgive him.
“Chelsea, you can’t get involved in club business.”
“Like hell, I can’t.”
Half stumbling, half jogging. I was halfway down the hallway in the basement, right outside the games room when I saw him coming towards me.
He didn’t look like he had given someone a beating. But he didn’t look happy either.
“What are you doing down here?” He had barely stopped in front of me when my palm connected with his cheek in a stinging slap. Wicked caught my wrist easily before I could draw it back to strike him again. “What the fuck Chelsea?”
“You…” I ground out between my teeth. Tiny drops of spittle flying from my mouth. “You are my problem. You butting into my life. Where is Young Blood?” I screamed it into his face. And the neutral look he had been wearing morphed into something dark and dangerous.
“If you have hurt him….” I broke off with a squeal as Wickeds fingers turned cruel. Throwing open the door to the games room he stepped through. His eyes sweeping over it to make sure no one else was there and then he slammed the door. His bulk pressing me up against it, the wrist that he had captured was drawn up over my head. Pinned to the wood.
“What do you care if I’ve hurt him, Chelsea?” Wicked’s voice was silky smooth, a dangerous purr.
“I care.” I couldn’t move. “Obviously I care about him Wicked, he was just comforting me. Just being a friend.”
“A friend?” Wicked’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “A friend you share saliva with huh? Is that the kind of friends you need?”
“What has it got to do with you Wicked? You aren’t my brother.”
He ignored me totally. His free hand popping the button of my black jeans. “Is that the kind of friend you need Chelsea? This type of friend? Because this is all you are going to get from this club.” His hand delved downward. Straight into my panties and across my clit.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but bring my free hand to his shoulder and hold on as he pressed down on it.
I wanted him to kiss me, my chin moved as I searched for his mouth but he wouldn’t kiss me. Instead, his lips found my jawline. He kissed and sucked down my throat and the whole time he played his fingers against my clit.
“Is this the kind of comfort you needed Chelsea?” His dark eyes bored down on mine.
“Yes.” I breathed.
“Good.” He crashed his mouth down on mine, his tongue demanding entrance into my mouth, so it could tangle with mine. The finger that had been pressed against me slipped lower. He pushed that thick digit into me and my head fell back. A moan tumbling from my lips.
“This what you need?”
“Yes.” I moaned. “Yes Wicked.” My voice was breathy with need.
“Then take it.” Wickeds kisses turned frenzied as he fucked me with his fingers against that door. “Fucking take it Chelsea. And then the next time you want to fool around with one of my brothers to make me jealous, remember that I don’t play games. I take what I want.”
My legs gave out, and it was only his arm around my waist that caught me. My orgasm was intense. A deep wildfire that flooded my body. A spark in the ashes.
“You are so tight, Chelsea.” He smiled as he slipped his hand from me, sucking his finger into his mouth. “And you taste like candy floss.” He sucked thoughtfully. “But you don’t fuck around with my boys. Not now and not ever. Do you understand?”
Snapping the button back into place I straightened my shoulders. “And I think I’ve already said that you aren’t my brother Wicked.”
He caught my chin between his finger and thumb. “Oh, sweetheart I know I’m not your brother. Tonight didn’t happen because I think of you like a sister but because I am your friend.” A smile curved his lips. “That’s what you needed tonight wasn’t it?”
Chapter Six
Wicked