Feuds and Reckless Fury

“Canyon,” he murmurs, pained brokenness in his voice that cuts me deep. “Why? Why did he want to kill me?”

“Shh.” I nip at his bottom lip hard enough he yelps. “Be quiet, Wonderland.”

His eyes fill with tears, and his body shakes. I grab the soap that smells like limes and coconut and him and begin scrubbing away the crimson evidence of the attempt on his life.

“Canyon…”

“I said quiet.” My voice sounds robotic as I thoroughly wash him from head to toe, focusing on cleaning him so we can forget this ever happened.

“Canny.”

I wince at the way his voice cracks. My eyes sting, and my throat hurts from the emotion clawing up inside me. Gripping his shoulders, I push his back against the tile wall, grinding my hips against his.

“No words,” I whisper before crashing my lips to his.

With just my tongue and teeth and needy moans, I answer all his questions.

Bad people don’t need a reason.

They’re monsters.

Enemies.

But I won’t let it happen again.

I won’t.

Not sure how I’ll make good on that promise, but I swear to fuck I’ll die trying.

He responds to my physical reassurances by submitting to me with a soft, masculine groan that sets my soul on fire. I tear away from his lips and drop kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Sucking the flesh, I mark him with claiming bruises. With each scrape of my teeth along his skin, he quakes as though the ground beneath him is shifting. I keep him held up with my powerful body pinning him to the tile wall. Desperation has me abusing his neck with my mouth, hungry to kiss away all the terror and uncertainty.

This thing between us is anything but uncertain.

It’s a real, breathing beast of passion that aches to be released.

He tilts his head back, exposing his neck even more to me, showing off the proof of who he belongs to. Seeing all the bright red splotches I’ve made with my mouth on his skin calms all the raging parts inside me. Knowing they’ll bruise and turn purple has pride blossoming in my chest. I slick both my hands up with the soap and then toss the bar back on the ledge. Taking both our cocks in my hands, I stroke us at once, loving the fuck out of his ragged breathing. My lips find his again, and I kiss him less brutally than before. He digs his fingers into my shoulders, fucking my fist like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, trembling with need. “I, fuck, yes!”

The heat spurting from his body feels hotter than the water raining down on us. It sets me off, drawing my own need from my dick almost effortlessly. Our dicks twitch in my hands until we’re both spent.

Dark, mahogany eyes bore into me like I have all of life’s answers stored deep within me. Words that have no business leaving my lips nearly escape. I chase them back by kissing him with enough force and eagerness that I’m surprised he doesn’t crack his head on the tile wall behind him.

The things I feel for Alister Sommers are too intense. Too fast. Too reckless and wild.

All today managed to do was turn a slow-burning ember into a full-on forest fire.

We’re an inferno now, and there’s no putting us out.

By Monday, life tries to continue on as normal. As though my mom and my secret boyfriend both didn’t almost die the same weekend. Everyone at school laughs and chatters, oblivious to how Alis’s and my lives have been irrevocably altered.

Every time I see a couple taking for granted that they can publicly display their affection, it pisses me off. By lunchtime, I’m ready to punch someone. Being forced to watch Alis eat lunch with his friend Leon and now Nae while I was stuck listening to Cain brag about his weekend conquest had my blood boiling

But it’s Gage who sets me off.

The guy’s been a douchebag for weeks. I can handle his stupid remarks, though I want to knock his head off for any aimed at Alis. Nothing, though, compares to the fury that explodes within me to see him flirting with her.

My fucking sister.

Carrie laughs at whatever he says, but the salacious grin he gives her has me seeing red. I charge for him, shoving him hard against the lockers as soon as I reach him. He slams into them, losing his footing only a second before he shoves me back. People yell and cheer around us. My sister shrieks, calling me a colorful string of insults.

“Stay the fuck away from my sister,” I snap, shoving him again.

“Are you serious right now?” Gage sneers at me. “While you were off sucking your boyfriend’s dick, your ex-best friend’s been fucking your sister.”

His words stun me. I’m too busy trying to understand what the hell he’s talking about to even argue about his barb about Alis and me.