Ruined 10

Ruin

She was still asleep. I was pretty sure of it, which just made me enjoying her roving hand on my thigh even worse. 

I was a total asshole but what was I meant to do? It wasn't like I was touching her up even if I wanted to…. badly. 

Having a hot woman in my bed in just her underwear would have been hard enough. But this woman? It was going to be impossible to keep my hands to myself if she kept touching me like she was. 

As it was, I was uncomfortably hard. My cock straining painfully against the thin cotton of my shorts. 

“Avery,” I whispered her name. My lips hovering over the bare flesh of her should where her bra strap lay twisted. 

The last time we had been in bed together had been thirteen years ago and I definitely hadn’t kept my hands to myself back then, of course, I hadn’t woken up with her either. She had left like a thief in the night.  I hadn’t got the chance to see how peaceful she looked as she slept. Now I wasn’t a soft man, never had been but there was just something about this woman that got under my skin like no other before her. Maybe it was because all the crap that had happened to her in the past was because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.  And that was the truth. If I had shut up that day I would have known I was a dad. Maybe I would have even been with her. 

I had never really wanted an old lady before but stranger things had happened and Avery was most definitely old lady material. I could see it and Truth definitely could.

Asshole.

She was the perfect mix of well-mannered lady and no-nonsense biker chick. 

And she was way too good for us. 

Especially me.

My lips brushed against her shoulder, I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t resist as I called her name again. 

How was it fair that she still looked and smelt so damn good? Sure I could smell the alcohol seeping from her pores but under it? Yeah under it smelt damn amazing. 

“Avery it's time to get up.” I pressed my lips to her shoulder, lower this time and was rewarded by the smallest of moans. Her hand grasped upwards, and I groaned as she eagerly reached for my cock. 

I caught her wrist easily, pinning it to the mattress just as her eyes flew open. It wasn’t even that I didn’t want her to touch me because I fucking did. But when she was asleep was not how I wanted it.

“Wha….” recognition flooded her eyes. Quickly followed by shame. But I barely registered it, I was too busy staring at her half parted lips. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling and threatening to send her breasts spilling from the lacy cups of her bra. 

Did she want me to kiss her? Because if she kept looking at me like that, with her body under mine I was going to. 

“Ruin….. I ……” She bit at her lip, chewing on it but still didn’t move. It was like we were frozen in time. In our own little bubble where the only two people who mattered were us. 

She was all I could see and she was blinding. 

“Don’t Avery…” I shook my head. 

“I don’t know what happened last night but I was drunk and ….”

“Stop talking.” I cocked my head to the side studying her. “Nothing happened last night apart you getting wasted and throwing up everywhere before passing out.” The heat crept up her cheeks. Her eyes skittered away. “It was this morning that you got handsy.”

Her eyes flashed.  “I did not.” 

“Oh, darling if I hadn't stopped you my cock would have been so far inside of you right now….” I lowered my voice to a whisper, my head dipping so my lips brushed against her ear lobe. 

“So we didn’t … I mean no it wouldn’t.” She seemed to stumble over her words as heat flamed on her cheeks. 

“You liked the sound of  me being inside of you didn’t you Avery?” One quick glance down between our bodies just proved my words.  It wasn’t cold in here and yet her nipples were clearly pebbles under the thin material of her bra. 

“No, I don’t. It’s just….” finally she moved, and reluctantly I let go of her arms. Shifting my weight to sit on the edge of the bed instead of hovering over her. “You get horny when you’re hungover?” I risked a look at her over my shoulder. Grinning as she nodded. 

“I’ll be happy to scratch that particular itch Avery all you have to do is say the word.” Even as I said the words I knew she wouldn’t go for it. 

“Never going to happen…. not again…” 

Maybe it was wishful thinking but this time she didn’t sound so sure.  She was attracted to me, I knew that and that side of her was warring against the side that hated my guts. I couldn’t really blame her for that. Not after everything I had done. 

“Well, offer’s there. The shower is in there.” I pointed to the closed door. “T-shirt’s are in there.” I nodded towards the drawers next to it. “Clean yourself up and come and get breakfast so I can get you back to our kid.” I needed out of this room, especially if she was naked in my shower. It would be too easy to climb in next to her. 

“Like I am going to prance around your house in one of your T-shirt’s, like one of your many conquests Ruin.”

 I fought back the urge to roll my eyes at her. Horny Avery had obviously been replaced by bitter Avery. “Suit yourself, you can prance around in your underwear until your clothes are dry. It’s your choice.”

***

“Avery is here?” Wicked wasted no time in helping himself to coffee, his giant frame filling my small kitchen.  “What do you mean she’s here?” Finally, he turned, muscled arms folded across his chest.

I shrugged at him. “She’s in the shower.”

For a second he looked pissed. And my eyebrows disappeared into my hairline. What right did he have to be pissed with me and Avery spending the night together? Even if it had been purely platonic. “I thought you said you weren’t interested in her like that? I thought you gave Truth the thumbs up?” He was leaning heavily against the countertops as he studied me.

Had I said that? Had I given Truth my blessing? Would he have cared if I hadn’t? I didn’t have any claim on Avery apart from our past and the fact she was the mother of my son. 

She was a free agent and so was Truth if they found comfort in each other who was I to tell them to stop it. 

“Well…” I gave him a shrug. “I guess I am now. So you best tell your brother he has competition.” I didn’t mean for it to come out so loud. Again Wicked just stared at me and then he shook his head, his hand reaching to run through his beard.

“You know how fucked up this is right? You fucking ruined her life brother, why can’t you just let her have some fun before she leaves town. Truth would treat her right, you know that.”

I sighed. “Truth isn’t looking for an old lady. It would just be meaningless sex and…..” I was cut short as Avery herself stomped into the room. She had thrown a T-shirt over her underwear but hadn’t stopped there. A pair of my grey sweatpants swamped her much smaller frame.

“I’m not looking to be anyone’s old lady Ruin, not yours, not Truths and not anyone’s. No offence.” She threw Wicked a glance and he held his hands up with a smile. “None taken Avery.”

“I need to get home, are my clothes dry? Parker will be awake soon and….”

I cut her off. “Breakfast first and then….”

“I don’t have time Ruin, it’s fine I’ll grab a cab.” She made a move towards the bedroom and it was only Wickeds voice that stopped her.

“I’ll take you home Avery. I’ve got the truck outside.”

“Thank you Wicked.” She smiled at him sweetly. And I realised with a jolt that she had never smiled at me like that. 

“Avery?” I walked out after her, closing the door behind me as I cornered her. “We do really need to talk.”

“No, we don’t… I will be out of town by next weekend Ruin. Until then I suggest we just stay out of each other’s way.” She shrugged me off and I tightened my grip on her. 

“Do you not think we should discuss Parker?”

For a second she froze. “No.” Finally, she shook her head. “There’s nothing to discuss there.”

“There’s plenty to discuss actually, so I’m going to be picking you both up at seven to take you out for dinner….”

“Ruin….” she rolled her eyes.

“No arguments. Oh and Avery?” I waited until she turned her eyes in my direction. “You sleep with Truth and I’ll kill him.”