Three Hearts One Soul (The Soul Series #1) (17 page)

“I should, um, move,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, looking at my lips.

“What were you dreaming about?” I say, trying to avoid that blazing dark stare.

“I don’t remember,” he says, meeting my gaze.

I feel him throb beneath me and my body jerks, oh god, if I don’t move now, I won’t. I don’t want to. I don’t. I want him, every dammed part of him. He’s been a prick, he’s not once spoken to me about why he left and yet here I am wanting him to slide inside me and fuck me so hard I can’t think about the horror we’re living in right now. I watch his tongue slide out and travel across his bottom lip.

“Are your parents here?” I say, in a small voice.

“Don’t know.”

“Oh…”

He moves his hips, I don’t know if he did it on purpose or to wind me up further than I already am, but it’s enough for me, a small moan escapes my lips.

“Whiskey, I should…”

“You want to move, sugar, then move. I’m not stopping you.”

But he is. His arms are tight around me, his cock is pressing against my heat and I am so dammed aroused I would come with a few quick strokes of that divine, hard length. I swallow and meet his gaze. “Here’s the thing,” I whisper. “I don’t want to.”

“Fuck, thank god.”

He crashes his lips down over mine and everything inside me sparks to life instantly. I groan and reach up to clutch the thick strands of his hair, using it to tug his head closer to mine. He bites my bottom lip as he explores my mouth with his, I’m almost certain I can taste bourbon on his tongue but I don’t care, all I care about is wrapping myself in him and feeling him, even for a moment. I let my mouth move with his, I let our tongues twist and dance together and I let him press my body closer to his until we’re flush together and he’s pressing me so hard in that place that I want to come right now.

“Whiskey, please, I just want…”

“Say it,” he rasps, running his tongue down my neck. “Say what you need from me Heaven.”

I close my eyes and let my head fall back, he slides his lips up the inside of my throat and then up over my chin until he finds my lips again. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and my body jerks with want.

“Tell me,” he growls, giving my lip a little nip.

“I want you to fuck me, god Whiskey, fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groans.

I don’t want foreplay, I don’t want to think, I just want to feel. I shove my robe off and shift so I can remove the bottom part of my clothes. When I’m naked from the hips down, I wrap my legs around Whiskey’s waist again and rub myself against his jeans. He groans and grips my ass, using it to create friction.

“You’re so fucking wet, you want me to make you come like this?”

He jerks his hips and the sensation of the denim rubbing over my clit has me crying out loudly. God, he could very well make me come like this. He reaches down between us and finds my clit with his thumb. He presses his palm to my damp heat and uses his thumb to stroke gently, softly. Jolts of
electric pleasure shoot through my body. He pulls one hand free, sucking my arousal off his finger, then sliding it back into my heat. That was so dammed erotic I grip his face, sucking my arousal off his tongue and causing him to hiss and groan.

“Whiskey,” I whimper, gripping his shoulders and shifting my hips closer.

He rubs harder, faster, and shamefully I come before a full minute passes. I cry out and shudder as bolts of raw heat shoot through my body. Whiskey adjusts me as I tremble, then he reaches down between us and undoes his top button. He jerks his jeans down just enough to release his hard, long cock. I stare down at the pink, throbbing head and feel my own tongue slide out across my lips. Whiskey wraps his hand around it, stroking up and down gently. I stare at the four piercings and wonder how they’ll feel inside me.

“Condom?”
I whisper.

I push the painful memories that talking about condoms brings up for me, back into my mind. Whiskey reaches into his back pocket and a moment later comes up with a condom packet. Well, who knew he carried those around with him? He leans back and I sit on his legs, watching him roll the yellow condom over his erection. When he’s got it on, he meets my gaze and then reaches
forward, gripping my hips and hurling me back against him.

I feel his cock pressing against my opening as I settle over him. He grips my hips and gently lowers me, sliding the head of his erection into me. I groan at the purely blissful feeling of him stretching me. It’s a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. When he slides me down further, he lets his head fall back and he rasps ‘fuck’. I cry out as he sheaths himself fully and then begins a slow, perfect thrust that has my skin breaking out in
goosebumps and my nipples hardening to a point of pain.

“God, you feel so
fuckin’ good.”

“Whiskey,” I whisper, letting my back bow as he supports me with his hands.

I rotate my hips and he thrusts up into me. The combination is utterly mind blowing. He runs a free hand down the front of my body, over my breasts, down my stomach and then he stops at my clit. He gently flicks the hard, aching nub as he works his hips in rhythm with my grinding. I can feel his piercings hitting that perfect spot and Jesus, I know why he has them now. It feels so fucking good rubbing over me, making my body burst to life.

“You’re so fucking
wet, I can feel you all the way up my cock…”

God, Whiskey and his dirty mouth.
His words cause a jolt of pleasure to travel from my stomach to my clit, and that’s enough for me. I come so hard I forget where I am. I run my fingers down Whiskey’s back, feeling the hot blood as my fingernails break into his skin. He growls, but it’s a sound of pure, raw, pleasure. He thrusts his hips harder, faster, draining every last shudder from my body. I can feel the warmth of his blood covering my fingertips and I don’t care, the orgasm that’s still tearing through my body is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.

“Going to come so fucking…fuck…”

Whiskey groans and throws his head back as his cock begins jerking violently inside me. Our cries tangle together, his hips jerk quickly, deeply, milking him of every last ounce of come. When he stops jerking, I feel his breathing steady out. I drop my head to his chest, letting the warm sweat cover my cheek as I press it to the soft, smooth skin that stretches over bulky muscle. I can hear his heart thudding loudly. He rubs my back for a long moment, neither of us speaking.

“You ok?” he whispers, his voice hoarse from his cries of pleasure.

I nod into his chest, taking a moment to just breathe him in. I want to remember this. I need to remember this. I have longed for a memory to replace the old one, something that won’t end in pain for me. Whiskey tangles his fingers into my hair and he gently drags his fingers of my skull as we both wind down. I press my lips to his neck, sliding my tongue out to taste the salty flavour of his sweat. It’s erotic to me. It makes me want to taste him.

“Your back,” I whisper.

“Yeah, I think I’m bleeding.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, kissing his neck some more.

“Stop kissin’ my neck sugar, I’ll fuck you again.”

“Maybe I want you to,” I whisper, running my hands down his back.

“Fuck.”

I find his lips again and I feel him swelling inside me once more. Our lips move together and he groans when I bite his lower lip. “I want you
, Whiskey,” I murmur.

“Yeah, sugar, I know.”

“Do you want me, too?”

“You
fuckin’ know I do.”

“Fuck me again, hard.”

“Jesus sugar, I’ve never seen this side to you.”

I don’t answer him, because I’ve never seen this side to me either but I don’t care, I just want him. I want him to fuck me
again, I want him to take away all the pain for just a moment. He grips my hips and pulls out of me, laying my back down on the bed. He pulls off the condom, and pulls out another, rolling one on. I guess he doesn’t like the feeling of swimming in his own release. He grips my hips, lifting them and bending them so I’m fully exposed to him. He stares down at my naked sex with hungry eyes.

“
Fuckin’ nicest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“Whiskey,” I plead.

He runs a finger through my damp folds, sliding up and down, up and down until I’m squirming on the couch.

“Tell me how much you
fuckin’ want my cock, sugar?”

I whimper and grip his forearms, squeezing them. “You know I do.”

“Say it.”

“I want your cock
, Whiskey, I want it inside me.”

“That’s a girl,” he growls, pressing his erection to my entrance.

With one, hard thrust he’s inside me again. My sex clenches over his cock, tugging and pulling until he’s deep, deep inside me. He hisses through his teeth as he slowly pulls his length out, then gently slides it back in. We move that way for long moments, our bodies building to another mind blowing release. Whiskey bites my shoulder, swirling his tongue along my skin while his teeth pinch my skin. The mix of pleasure and pain does me over, I come hard and fast. Whiskey takes both of my hands in his and puts them above my head.

I lean up and suck one of his barred nipples into my mouth. He makes an almost whimpering sound as I suck the piercing, letting my tongue slide around and around over it until he’s groaning my name in that guttural, sexy voice of his. I tug one of my hands free and I grip his ass, spurring him on as he thrusts so deeply it almost hurts. When he comes again, it’s with my name pouring from his lips and his body wound up so tightly I can see the veins in his neck pulsing. He spurts hard, deep and his body slackens, dropping over mine as he comes down from his high.

My moment with him doesn’t last long when I hear the sound of his parents door opening. He leaps off me and I jump off the couch so fast I stumble over the coffee table and land face first onto the carpet. I hear Whiskey’s burst of laughter as he quickly pulls up his jeans. I glare at him as I fumble about for my pants. I just get them on and sit on my bottom when Whiskey’s parents walk out. They jerk in shock, obviously not realizing that I was in here with Whiskey. I don’t look at Whiskey’s gaze, because I know he’s still laughing at me and I know he’s got blood…on his back. If his parents see that…I watch them both stare at us for a moment, then smile.

“We didn’t realize you two were awake.”

I subtly wipe my hands on my robe as I pull it onto my lap to cover my undone pants. Whiskey reaches to the floor and quickly pulls on a shirt, I catch a glimpse of my claw marks on his back and flush. Katie walks into the kitchen and John slumps down onto the couch with a sigh. My house is tiny, and while the two are acting completely normal, I’m almost sure they heard us. How could they not? Feeling my cheeks burn, I get to my feet.

“Do you want a cup of tea dear?” Katie asks.

“Oh, no thanks. I’m going to get a few more hours sleep.”

I glimpse the clock on the wall and see it’s only five am. Whiskey meets my gaze and his mouth curls into a half smile. I look away quickly,
then with an awkward wave, I rush down the hall. When I get to my room, I shut the door and go straight to my bed. I feel such a mix of emotions that I don’t really know how to pin point one. I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel guilty, I feel anxious. I don’t want to hate what Whiskey and I just did, because I would be lying if I said I haven’t wanted it since he came back but at the same time, I feel extreme guilt for feeling such pleasure while Jase is dying.

Feeling my eyes swell with tears, I quickly stand and rummage through the cupboards for some clean clothes. I shouldn’t be here having sex with Whiskey when
Jase is dying. It’s wrong. It’s cruel. I pull on some fresh panties and shorts, then I pull on a tank top and grip my purse. Jase needs me. I need to get my head straight. Soon I won’t have him anymore and here I am spending my time with Whiskey buried deep inside me. It’s not how this is meant to go. Feeling tears sting my eyes, I close them and take a moment to gather myself.

Unable to calm my guilt, I rush out of my room and down the hall. Whiskey is standing in the kitchen talking to his parents. They all look over at me as I rush in. I dig about for my car keys, feeling my hands trembling. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so selfish. Jase is dying and I’m fucking his brother. What sort of low life, rotten person am I? I should have never let Whiskey get to me
again, I shouldn’t have opened my heart to him knowing full well he’s going to leave soon anyway.

“Nev, are you ok?” Katie asks.

“I’m going to see Jase, I need to…”

My voice comes out desperate and high pitched. Whiskey walks over and grips my hand, but I jerk it away.

“I will see you all later.”

“Heaven,” he calls as I rush towards the door, but I don’t stop.

God, what am I doing?

Chapter 14

A full week passes with little change to our situation. I run from Whiskey every time I see him and Jase slowly deteriorates. I spend every day and most nights with Jase now, wanting to get every last moment I can with him. I tell him stories, watch movies with him, or just simply hold him for hours. I can see him fading away, his body is shutting down and I feel utterly helpless. I am living in denial that he won’t get better, reality still hasn’t hit me. I tell myself each day he’s going to die, to try and prepare myself for it but I truly don’t think
it’s working. Part of me still thinks it’s not real.