My Murderous Finale - ✔️

Chapter 13

**** mature chapter

We pulled into Kellan's driveway a few minutes later and I was slamming his door closed and stomping inside before he had even shut the car off. I had no reason to be mad at Kellan and I knew he was just trying to joke around with me. For some reason, I just couldn't stop the irritation and grumpiness from coursing through my veins. I threw open the front door, dead set on stomping back to the guest room to binge on Netflix and avoid everyone that was at the house. Then I saw Milo standing in the kitchen, his head tipped back with a beer bottle turned up against his very kissable lips and I stopped in my tracks. Our eyes met and he raised an eyebrow before finishing the last of his beer. The corner of his lip lifted slightly and I hated that just the sight of him after three weeks had me wanting to run to him kissing him senseless until I wasn't irritated any longer.  I sighed and stomped a little lighter out the back door to the deck where Kellan had the fire pit already lit.

I sat there for a moment staring at the flames, watching as embers floated up towards the stars. The door opened and Kellan glanced around before his eyes landed on me in the dark.

" Hey grumpy, I made you a drink to make you feel better." He walked over and handed me a large cup completely full of some mixed drink. I took a sip and he kissed the top of my head, he was too nice to me. " drink up and stop bein a lil bitch." and there he was. I flicked him off.

I was three-fourths of the way done with the drink Kellan had brought me when the back door opened again and the guys filed out of the house coming to sit by the fire. They were loud and laughing and I wasn't there just yet. Kellan sat next to me and I noticed Milo sitting directly across the fire from me. Our eyes met once more and the reflection of the fire in them mixed with the heated stare he had on me, had me squirming in my seat. I quickly chugged the rest of my drink and asked Kellan for a second one. Thankfully, he filled a second glass and returned promptly. I drank quickly, trying to expedite the mind-numbing buzz I enjoyed from alcohol.

I tried hard to not lock eyes with Milo across the fire but it was impossible. Every time I met his gaze, his jaw clenched and he took another swig from his beer bottle. My thoughts ran rampant now that the alcohol flowed freely through my veins and every one of them was in regards to what I wanted Milo to do to me. I raised my glass to take another sip only to realize that I had finished my second already. I cleared my throat and stood, needing to go to the bathroom and away from the heat of the fire before I said or did something stupid. Grabbing the handle of the back door, I realized my brother had loaded my drinks with more alcohol than I had expected and my body swayed slightly. For some reason, it made me more irritated. This was supposed to make me feel better. While I felt light and relaxed, I was still grumpy and frustrated for no reason.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and slid down onto the floor. I didn't really have to pee, I just couldn't look at Milo anymore and not wonder what he'd feel like filling me. I grunted and stood, fluffing my onyx locks that fell down my back. I adjusted my tank top, letting a little more breast show than necessary, and moved to unlock the door and leave. I hit the light switch then opened the door, taking one step out of the door before I noticed Milo leaning against the wall directly across from the bathroom. I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he sighed heavily, pushed off the wall, stalking towards me. I took a step back into the bathroom as His tall frame loomed over me. Once he was clear of the door, he kicked it shut and twisted the lock behind him, never breaking eye contact until the bathroom was completely dark.

" Milo," I whispered into the darkness.

When his hands finally found me, he roughly pulled me to his body. Something about the roughness he used made me even more turned on.

" Why do you keep looking at me like that?" he questioned, his voice husky and deep

" Like what," I questioned breathlessly as Milos's hands grazed my hips just along the waistband of my shorts

" Like you've been in a shit mood ever since I made you scream my name in Miami." he pushed my shorts down my hips and they fell to the floor. I didn't care at all, I needed more. " Like you wanted me to do it again or else you'd just stay in that shit mood, just like I've been these past 3 weeks?."  Milo's hands caressed my bare ass before cupping it and lifting me, gently setting me on the counter. " Tell me, Elliott, because trying to leave you alone has done nothing but put me in one hell of a bad mood."

I spread my legs as Milo settled between them. My thoughts were swimming in alcohol but I latched on to two things. One, Milo was trying to stay away from me, why I wasn't really sure of yet but I wanted to find out. Two, it made him in a bad mood just like it did me. His hands threaded in my hair and he kissed me fiercely, like in the last three weeks he'd been dying of thirst and I was the water. Too soon he pulled his lips off mine.

" Want to know all I've thought about since that night, Elliott?" The way that he said my name always made me desperate for his touch. I threw my head back as He kissed his way down my neck.

" Tell me." I held my balance with one hand behind me on the counter and threaded my other through his silky dark hair. He groaned against my collar bone.

" I can't get the taste of you out of my mind." The huskiness of his voice had me clenching my wet core. Milo gently bit the skin of my collar bone and I could tell he wanted to bite down harder but didn't want to leave a mark.

Milo grabbed behind my knees and roughly pulled me to the end of the counter. The fact that we were both drunk and sexually frustrated over each other, made the moment so much more intense. Milo's fingers skimmed my thighs, not being able to see him made every touch so much more electrifying. He was between my legs again but this time much lower than he was a moment ago. He lifted my dangling legs to sit on his shoulders and when I felt his breath on my inner thigh, I wanted to lose control already. His arm wrapped around my leg and rested over my hips anchoring me to the counter.

" fuck, Elliott, you're already so wet, let me taste you." I knew he was asking for my consent, making sure he did nothing without making sure I was ok with it first. Slowly he slid a finger along my cotton-covered lips and I relaxed beneath his feather-light touch.

" I need to feel your mouth on me now," I demanded.