Cruel Seduction (Underground Kings 2)

I just hope I don’t chicken out.

Chapter Thirteen

SEBASTIAN

All the guys are in the game room, drinking beer, and bullshitting. The TV plays a football game. Cowboys and the Patriots. Cowboys are losing. Go fucking figure. I hate the Patriots. I’m barely paying attention to the game anyhow. Every few minutes I drag myself out of the memory of Gabriella rubbing off on me and catch the score, then drown myself in another swallow of beer.

What the fuck was I thinking pinning her to the wall like that? Kissing her, letting her hump me, for fuck’s sake, while I stared at her naked body. She must hate me right now. I am just as bad as my brother when it comes to having no control of myself.

“Why are you so sulky? It’s game night, and you aren’t even the one with a broken leg,” Heaven says, sitting on the couch next to me.

“Or arm,” Jaxon adds, taking the other spot to my left.

Owen, for some fucking reason, is the only one who caught on to my mood and is giving me space. Grayson is a bit curious, but he keeps his eyes on the TV. Jaxon and Heaven? They are fucking annoying when it comes to someone in a mood.

And that is downplaying it. I don’t know another word for what I feel. Guilty? Sick? Disgusting? A perv? Did I take advantage of her? The reality and the dreams are starting to mix again, and I'm not sure if I am overthinking what happened or if my paranoia is ruining it. What if what happened between us is just like my dream? There is a chance I am twisting things in my head.

If I backtrack, she is the one who dropped the fucking towel, showing her treasure of a body that I want to possess and fucking cherish. I don't have it in me to fuck her, not before we get things out in the open. We have to get them out in the open, but maybe she thinks I am dragging my heels because I haven’t bent her over the table and had my way with her.

How the hell can I do that when my brother used her in every which way possible? She has to understand my ease in to this; for her own good, not mine.

“Thinking awfully hard there, brother.” Jax flicks the side of my temple, and I hiss, rubbing the side of my head with my hand.

Jaxon is pushy and when he speaks, it means he wants to have conversation. He isn’t the kind of guy to say empty words without expecting a reply. He is the leader, so if he noticed something is on my mind, he will want to talk about it to clear the air and make sure I am alright. He is pesky.

But I'm not alright.

The woman I love is in the same house as me, finally, after so many years, and I am starting to think I am going to take advantage of her.

“I’m fine,” I lie, not wanting to talk about this any further. “Who wants to play some air hockey?” I jump up from the couch and stand, making my way over to the table.

“I’ll play.”

My head jerks up to the door to see Gabriella.

I drop the puck on the ground when she walks forward, my eyes glued on the curves of her hips as they sway from side to side. Black skinny jeans are painted onto her legs, and a crop top shows the lean lines of her abdomen and tan skin.

The crop top is short.

Too. Fucking. Short.

My eyes narrow, and I shrug off my jacket and stalk over to her, throwing it around her shoulders. “You must be freezing. I can’t believe you’re wearing that,” I say a bit too harshly, cursing myself for how rude I sound. I don’t want Heaven to get a glimpse of her beautiful body. I zip up the jacket and stare at the shirt bunching up to her breasts.

I really want to bury my face between them and move from left to right, licking and sucking the sweet pieces of candy until my fucking teeth ache.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” She sounds pissed, not hurt. Pissed.

Which in women’s terms means she is hurt, but not in a crying way; in a “I want to slap you in the face’ kind of way.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with what she’s wearing? I think she looks gorgeous,” Heaven says, shooting her a wink.

A blush steals her cheeks, and she giggles. “Thank you, Heaven.”

I turn my head over my shoulder and sneer at him, telling him to back off.

“I just… Nothing is wrong with what you’re wearing.” Everything is wrong with it. Her body is on display for all to see, and my cock is growing harder by the second. She is tempting me, cracking the small amount of control I have. My mind is weak when it comes to Gabriella. She makes everything foggy, and stringing a thought together has become difficult.

Gabriella jerks out of my hands, unzips my jacket, and tosses it in my face. “I like what I’m wearing.”