Desperately I kissed him back. My hands clawing into his hair to keep his lips on mine.
We stood there, losing ourselves in each other. Hands and lips desperate. It was only when the front door slammed that he tore his mouth away.
“I shouldn’t have done that Chelsea.”
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I tried to turn away from him. I just didn’t know why he kept doing this. It was clear he wanted me. So why did he just keep fighting it?
“How did I know you were going to say that?”
Roughly he pulled me back against his chest, his calloused fingers lifting my chin up. “And to answer your question, I don’t sleep with those girls because they are better, prettier or have more experience then you Chelsea. You are fucking stunning and you know it. I would have to be blind not to realise that. I won’t take you to bed because you are too good. To fucking pure for a man like me.” Sighing he leant his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. “I don’t deserve you Chelsea and I sure as hell can’t be the man you need in your life. So I won’t let it happen.”
Dimly I heard my brother call my name.
“I can’t let it happen.” Wicked sounded like he was talking to himself.
“Even though you want me?”
“Especially because I want you, Chelsea. Do you know how fucked up this is? I watched you grow up. You were like my sister.” He shook his head. Stepping back as booted feet pounded up the stairs. “So we have to stop doing this. You are hurting and want to forget but not with me Chelsea. Not with me. One of us has to say no.”
“What’s going on here?” Ruin came to a halt. His eyes darting between us and then his eyes fell on the bra still in Wicked hands.
“She tidied up and found your stash huh?” He tried to crack a smile and failed. “I should have warned you that she tidies when she is upset.”
“It’s ok.” Wicked shrugged, “I’ll leave you guys to it.” Finally, he met my eyes. “No more snooping Chelsea. You won’t like the freaky things you find.”
Chapter Three
Wicked
I was a fucking tool. Every time I told myself that I wouldn’t touch her. I ended up kissing her.
She was like crack and I was addicted. I just couldn’t keep my fucking hands off of her. Even now when she had just lost her dad, I hadn’t been able to resist.
If Ruin hadn't arrived god knows what would have happened. No not god knows. Because I did know. I would have touched her, made her coo and moan and forget her troubles for a little while. I would have allowed myself to do that to her when I should know better because I was fucking addicted to her.
Maybe it was because I couldn’t have her. Maybe that’s why I wanted her so badly? I had never been good at being told no.
But what I had said to her was the truth. One of us needed to stop this before it got out of hand. Before she got hurt.
I just wasn’t sure if I was strong enough.
If Ruin and the club hadn’t needed me, I would have taken off. Gone to visit with my brothers in another chapter maybe. Anything to put some miles between me and Chelsea for a few months. Until she forgot this silly girl crush she had. I would have given her enough time to find someone else.
But I couldn’t do any of that. Not after what had happened last night. No, I had to be here.
Which meant I had to be around her every single day.
“Is something going on between you and Chelsea?”
I turned, the cigarette dangling from my fingers and eyed Avery as she stepped out of the back door and into the drizzling rain next to me.
“What do you mean?” Staring straight ahead I puffed absently. I had given up smoking years ago but now seemed like a good time to start up again.
“You know what I mean Wicked.” She didn’t turn to me and her voice was barely a whisper but my eyes darted to the closed door to make sure no one was around to overhear our conversation.
“No, I don’t.”
“Are you sleeping with her?”