Page 93 of Pretty Broken Wings

“I like the jeans.” Axel motions at Raven’s change into her own clothes. Although I can’t lie, I loved having her in mine.

Raven just continues on like he didn’t speak.

Axel continues to pick at Raven. After a bit, I tell him to go the fuck home, which is a mistake because it just makes Axel grin and dig in more, getting more and more flirty. I don’t want to fight him in front of her because the last time I did that, Raven ran. I’m guessing violence is a trigger for her.

But for all Axel’s flirting, Raven ignores him. She just nods or brushes him off, remaining stiff. Until Axel sits next to her and brushes her thigh. “Shower sex isn’t my favorite. I prefer–”

Raven shoots up, and before I realize it, her warm hand is on mine. “Kiss me.”

Her fingers close around my hand, and she tugs. Kiss her? Like, right now?

Suddenly, her face is by my ear, and her gravelly voice is saying, “Take me.”

The world stops spinning. For a single second, everything is wrapped up in that one question. Then Axel moves, and for a flash, his face holds anger, and I realize what this is. This is the game. She’s coming to me to play the game.

Raven pulls on my hand, and I get up automatically. It’s like part of my brain hasn’t checked in, and that part is stuck in the past. Stuck with Jess.

And yet, inexplicably, I let Raven move me. I move like there’s a collar attached to my neck, and Raven has the leash. Because that’s what it feels like. Where Raven goes, I follow.

She pulls me into the room and shuts the door. Immediately, I hold my hands up, remembering her hissed command the first time she did this. I won’t touch her.

There’s a blur of movement, and suddenly, I’m slamming back against the door. Raven’s there. She’s pressing me into the door, then her hand is up in my hair, and she yanks harshly. There’s a jolt of pain, followed very quickly by a tingling that runs through my entire body, and I let out a little moan. Every nerve ending comes to life, and then Raven’s mouth is right there. She’s so fucking close. It’s like she’s going to kiss me.

The blood shoots to my dick, and I lick my lips, then she disappears. There’s a flurry of movement, and the bed creaks slightly.

Right. She doesn’t need to kiss me. She just needs to slam me into the door to make it sound like she is.

I swallow around the hurt. I get the urge to run far, far away. Get in my car and disappear.

But then, a sound comes from the bed. It’s a moan, low and throaty, full of pleasure. Immediately, I lock onto the sound, feet drawing me closer.

“Don’t watch,” Raven demands.

I snap my head toward the door. It’s not like I can see, but who am I to refuse this stunning woman? The only woman who can put my brother in his place?

There’s the sound of shifting fabric, then a methodical bouncing of the springs. Is she… Is she fucking herself on my bed?

I’m stunned to silence, my dick hard as stone. Then, I realize there’s too much rustling.

My dick is throbbing painfully. The methodical bouncing continues, and Raven lets out a tiny, awkward laugh. Only, it’s half laugh, half grunt of frustration. The bouncing continues more violently, and now the springs are engaged, but it’s not very loud.

If she’s trying to get Axel to be able to hear, it’s not loud enough.

“Fuck, this is stupid.” Raven sounds livid.

I’m not sure if talking will make this worse or better, but I hate how frantic Axel’s made her.

“My bad.” I clear my throat. “I got the flat pillows. Better for my neck.”

There’s a silence where I feel myself cringe. I meant to encourage her. Flat pillows equal less resistance to hump into and, therefore, less noise. Only I’m an idiot, and I just made things worse. So I keep my head pointed at the door and raise my hands. “Want me to do it?”

Silence, then there’s a defensive huff. “I’m not… I can… It’s…”

I know both of us are thinking about Axel’s incessant hinting that he knows we didn’t fuck. It makes me angry.

“Let me help piss Axel off.” I stand, but I don't face Raven. If there’s anything I’ve learned about working with hurt creatures, it’s not to lay the pressure on like a dickhead. Let them go at their own pace.

“Fucking fine,” Raven hisses. There’s a scramble, and I hear her get off the bed. I get on the bed, realizing I just signed up to hump my pillows in front of the hottest woman I’ve ever met.