CHAPTER SIX
And that's how I woke up without remembering where I was. Or who these people were. Until it all comes back to me.
"Fuckin' hell" is all he says.
Murphy throws us a dejected look and turns away to reach inside the fridge. He grabs himself a beer, before he slumps on their couch. Even in the darkness I can gather that he feels miserable. So, I gingerly straighten up.
He already knew I was awake, because he doesn't react. He simply sips on his drink, while watching me searching round to try and find my t-shirt somewhere on the floor. Well, he's watching me failing to find any useful kind of clothes anywhere on this floor. I don't know where his brother tossed it, and I'm starting to feel ridiculous. I can't believe I'm parading naked in front of him like that. And he's not missing a thing. Even as he lights up his cigarette, throwing the now empty pack toward the mess, his piercing eyes never leave me.
In the end, he dryly scoffs, deftly pulls his own t-shirt above his head, and pitches it to me in an act of mercy. I promptly put it on. It's thankfully big enough to cover me all the way below my ass. How broad are this guy's shoulders?
So, now I sheepishly come to sit on the floor by his side. And I watch him, with my head laying on my hand on their coffee table.
He remains quiet and so do I. I take a sip on his beer and realize I should have a thumping headache, unless I'm still a bit drunk. He takes the bottle from my hand and offers me his smoke in exchange. I take a drag, but quickly return it. It's his last one and he seems like he needs it more than me.
I wish he would say something, but I don't want to rush him. Only, when he presses the cold beer against the side of his face, I realize that the shadow under his left eye isn't a trick of the light.
"What happened?" I can't help asking, quiet enough not to disturb the sleepy heads behind me.
"Nothing," he whispers. But when he takes another sip, I can distinctly see the bruise on his cheekbone. I frown. And he shrugs.
"I guess she just didn't take it that well. The breakup."
My jaw may have dropped but I shut it fast. I shouldn't comment. However, something dawns on me:
"Wait, Kelly hit you?"
His shoulders shake in a soundless laugh. He's still not smiling though.
"I figured she might throw her drink at my face; I didn't expect her to throw the whole glass."
"That bitch!" I exclaim under my breath. "You want me to repay her? I'm sure I could take her." That's a blatant lie. But I managed to stir a small grin from him before he answers:
"Nah, I don't think the poor lass had ever been dumped in her life. She wasn't, ye know, emotionally equipped."
I snort and, against my better judgment, I can't help asking: "So, why did you?"
He shrugs again. "T'was a long time coming."
He pats the bruise to assess the damage, so I stand up to walk past him and reach the fridge beside him. There's a small freezer compartment up in there where I hope I might find some ice. While I try to free a bag of green peas, as quietly as possible not to wake the others, and my back is conveniently turned, he chooses to elaborate:
"There was a lot of things. But, see, tonight I just resented her. And that wasn't fair, ye know. But I just found I couldn't forgive her for making me miss my chance with ye."
The bag of frozen peas finally detaches from the ice, startling me. So I slowly turn back to him. I don't know what to say. He just found me in a bed with his brother for Christ's sake.
He's still seated, looking up to me as I stand before him. I'm blocking the moonlight from his features, so I can't discern his expression now. But suddenly, I feel the ghost of a touch, low between my bare thighs. I inhale sharply, and he quickly withdraws his hand.
"Sorry." He looks away.
I'm shocked as I hear myself answering without a beat, in a husky whisper: "Don't be."
His eyes shoot up and I bit my lip. What am I doing?
He settles back on the couch, chewing his inner lips, his eyes roaming. I take a step closer and lay my knee on the cushion next to him. I lean in to apply the iced bag gently on his injury. He hisses quietly. Then his hands reach for my hips and subtly pulls me a bit closer. My second leg raises on the couch as well, and I sit on his lap, straddling him. God, Connor and Sujin are asleep right behind us.
But I don't believe that thought does anything to help now.
And his stormy eyes intensely gazing at me certainly do not help either. Nor does his bare chest rising rhythmically as his breath quickens.
His fingers trail up my back, above his own t-shirt, and get to my nape, pulling me closer even. I hold the bag on his left eye, but my other hand wanders into his hair. I lean in slowly to kiss the right side of his face, brushing his eyebrow. His grip on me tightens. And he straightens up to crash his lips on mine.
God, I've wanted this since the second I met him.
Things rapidly get heated from then on. Tongue finds tongue; fingers find flesh to sink in. The way he kisses is intoxicating, both tender and teasing. His broad shoulders enfolding me are a cradle of comfort. And I have to grind against him, in my complete lack of pants or underwear.
His soft thin lips trail down my neck, settle on my pulse point, and start ferociously sucking there. I try to be quiet, but it's impossible when one of his hands grasps my hair to pull it back, while the other grips my ass to push me harder on him. He's definitely leaving his mark, violently possessive, and I love every second of it.
Then, he briskly pushes the shirt up above my breasts, so his lips can descend feverishly to my nipples. Nipping and licking, he makes me shiver and moan, and I fumble for his belt.
I can't believe how much I want him even after what has just happened… Damn, I just slept with his brother, for Christ's sake!
Though I can't care about that while the bulge on his underwear rubs against my wetness. He comes back up to me and I'm sucking on his tongue now, as I free his springing erection from its constraint. When I grab it, stroke, and smear the precum on its head, he whimpers in my mouth. My tongue twirls around his; God, I want to taste him.
But he doesn't let me go down on him; he lifts me up then pins me down on the couch.
His eyes are feverish. He reaches in his back pocket to pull out a condom that he tears open with his teeth. I don't know how he puts it on with one hand, but the other is already finding its way inside the damp slit between my legs. I buck and scratch his chest savagely.
He leans down on me and attacks my jaw with his teeth, while his fingers enter me, his arm stuck between us. My hand finds him too and stroke up and down his shaft until he can't wait any longer.
I position him before my entrance, and he pushes in. I bite his shoulder harshly not to cry out.
"Fucking Christ Min…" His hot breath in my ear is too much and I turn to assault his bottom lip while he withdraws slowly. Then slips briskly back in.
Thankfully, my yelp is muffled by his mouth. My legs wrap around him and lock behind his ass. When he lazily pulls away, till the tip, once again, I help him ram back inside further even.
"God ye feel good Min…" His voice quavers as he shudders and starts building up a steady pace. His hips are circling against me, burrowing inside me deeper with each thrust.
I have to bury my face in the crook of his neck, completely overtaken by him. My body meets his each time on its own accord. My head is spinning, intoxicated by his scent, the feeling of his skin, his tongue teasing my ear, his whispery voice: "'That feel good, hun?"
"God- Murphy- Yes!"
His pace quickens. There can be no more words as both our jaws clinch to repress our moans. I'm there. I can't-
His arm reaches under my knee and pushes it up. Opening me further. Allowing him deeper. Changing the angle so he finds new places to grind and torment. I open my mouth to scream in rapture, but he crashes his lips on mine to swallow it all.
As I clench, wrench and jerk, his pace becomes erratic and wild. Until he finally releases everything inside of me, following me into an abyss of blind ecstasy. He collapses on me, both of us lost to the world in our blissful afterglow.
It takes us a long time to find our breathing again. When he does, he shifts to the side to avoid crushing me. His head falling on the couch, already dozing off, he makes himself comfortable behind me, snuggling and spooning me softly. His breath in my hair slowing gradually to finally tell me he's fast asleep.
I thought I would be too, after everything. But I'm lying wide awake.
The events of the night replay in my head over and over, still sending delicious aftershocks in my whole body. Weirdly, I need a smoke.
So, I delicately lift his arm encircling my waist. He shifts and mumbles something incoherent but doesn't wake up. I can now carefully slip away from him to get on my feet.
I straighten up the t-shirt I'm still somehow wearing in the now completely silent apartment. The moon is getting low and the night darker before dawn comes soon. I find the crumpled empty pack of cigarettes and remember that Murphy was out, so I try and find Connor's. My body is restless as sparks of pleasure keep firing it up. I'm shuffling around as quietly as possible when suddenly, a lighter switches on, on the corner of my eye.
Connor is sitting on his mattress, next to my sleeping sister. He's lighting up two cigarettes and handing me one. I am mortified. How long has he been awake?
When I abashedly take it, his kinky smile is enough to answer me, and I swallow hard. God, what kind of girl am I? Though, no one here complains. He's just smoking quietly, while watching me with a glint in his eye. His other hand plays with Sujin's hair.
I go and sit on Murphy's empty bed. Connor pats the vacant space beside him, where I was lying not so long ago. But they're already two on a one-person mattress so I just smile shyly and shake my head. He settles back down while drawing on his cigarette.
And I lie down as well, tucking myself under the covers while I finish mine. Of course, there's an ashtray within easy reach. I fall asleep with my hand still hovering over it.
I wake up way too early the next morning, with a body pressed on my side.
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In anyway, I hope you like Sujin and Min. I thought of ending it right after this, but I'm now thinking the week-end isn't quite over yet... Do you want more?