Page 55 of A Little Bit Reckless

He does want me.

This was confirmed when his lips pinched my own. Wells pulled my lip inside his mouth. He sucked, and my nipples charged to life. I pressed them against his hard chest, and the noise that escaped from his lips was feral.

That was enough.

His response to mewas enough for me to push back my own boundaries and take something I realized now that I wanted for years. I didn’t want him to hate me. I wanted him to love me.

“Please, Archer,” I pleaded again, and, right away, that familiar ache rumbled in his throat. He didn’t want to do this, but he was doing it anyway.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice incredibly strained. He released my mouth. He still had my wrists, and he was now using them to put distance between us.

No.

I tried to go to him, but he was so much stronger than me.

“Squeak,” he said, and I never heard a word with such anguish. “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry.

Something was holding him back, and I broke inside. A million insecurities came flooding back, and the tears pricked at my eyes. That I wasn’t good enough, worthy enough to love.

“You see what he does to you.”

A familiar voice that wasn’t my own came into my head. It only confirmed all my thoughts. I was pathetic. I was the little pipsqueakthat wasn’t worthy of love.

Wells started to let go, but he sucked in a breath when another set of hands grabbed his. They were big and gripped Wells’s hands so hard they went white.

“Let go, dude,” Bru said, his voice a honied velvet. His nose touched Wells’s ear. “Why are you fighting this?”

Wells’s mouth parted, and soon, he was crowding me in. Wells pressed my wrists to the wall, and my chest brushed his again.

We both drew in a breath.

Gripping my wrists, Wells shook his head. “No, dude. I can’t.”

Wells was pleading with Bru who was, for some reason, egging all this on. He was pushing Wells on me, and I didn’t resist it. If anything, I curled into Wells. I let his scent (and Bru’s) surround me.

What’s happening?

I didn’t know, but whatever it was I wasn’t fighting it. My eyes closed as I let Bru sandwich Wells between us.

“Give in,” I heard Bru say, and, when I opened my eyes, I saw Bru bite Wells’s ear. Wells groaned, and his eyes flashed wide. It was like something changed in them and whatever it was had Wells pinning me to the wall all by himself. He craned his big body and bit my mouth so hard I called out.

Wells growled.

“Fuck,” he ground out, and, once I had him, I didn’t let him go away. I kissed him back, hard, and he started grinding into me.

Bru made him.

Bru’s hands were no longer on Wells’s. They were on Wells’s hips. Bru slammed Wells into me, and I nearly melted into a puddle. My legs widened on their own, and, when I lifted one, I felt a hand lasso around my thigh.

It was Bru.Bruwas keeping Wells and me together. Bru squeezed my thigh, and at the same time, he gripped Wells’s hip. Hewas makingWells thrust into me, and I felt every bit of hardness between my thighs. Wells was hard…

And he was hard because of me.

“Stop,” Wells said, his eyes shut tight, his voiceraw. I thought he was telling Bru to stop, but I noticed Bru’s hands were no longer on Wells’s hips. Wells was thrusting against me all on his own. Wells pressed his forehead against mine. “Stop this.”

But he kept rubbing himself into me. Like he was telling himself to stop, and a noise left my throat as he widened my legs. His fingers bit into my thighs, and he pushed them so hard against the wall. Like he was trying to find the will to stop. But then Bru did the craziest thing.