Strawberry Sweet

.Love Bites, and Fist Fights.

🍓Chapter Eighteen: Love Bites, and Fist Fights🍓

🍓 Strawberry Sweet🍓

As he trails his hand further up my shirt I cringed at the thought of my pale white bra. It's so ordinary it would make any guy run away, to scream when they realize it's a bra only a grandmother could wear. But Drake doesn't grope me like other boys would try to. He just traces invisible circles on my skin with his thumb, right over my ribs.

He's not a sex craved... -okay I take that back,- he's not disrespectful and trying to get in my pants like I'm just something with holes to fill. He's treating me like I'm glass and I could break if he simply touches the wrong spot or presses to hard.

He kisses my lips gingrly, over and over again.

The way he hovers over me makes it clear that he is afraid that I'm so fragile that one tiny touch could shatter me into a million tiny pieces.

Taking this time to use as an advantage I keep one hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me and use the other to sneak under his shirt and softly let my hand touch his abs.

I let my fingers run over his hard abs and toned chest, he really does have the body of a model. Although that was no secret before.

I don't know how far this little make out session is going to go but it's apparent that I'm now taking the lead as he flips us over on the ground to place me on top of him as I straddle his hips.

Do guys like hickies too?

I bring my lips down on his jaw line and plant light kisses leading down his neck. I hover my lips right above his neck giving him enough time to object but all he does it grasp my carpet between his fingers. I lean down and kiss the skin on his neck soft enough to make it seem like I'm not devouring him but hard enough to make it just interesting enough.

"Nichole" he pants out when I glide my tongue across the now purple bruise. His pants get heavier and quicker as I continue to suck. He lets out a deep groan from the back of his throat when I apply more pressure.

I enjoy the reaction I have on him so I use one of my hands to slide under his shirt again, but I don't rub at his chest like before. I lift his shirt up all the way and he takes my hint as to take his shirt off. So he does just that.

When his shirt is completely off I trail kisses down his chest and abdomen and suck on the skin their, leaving big purple bruises in a trail. I glide my tongue lightly down his lower abdomen and I stop at the skin above the waist line of his pants and below his belly button. I suck on the spot until it's purple.

"Ahh, Nichole!" He moans out when I suck harder. He places his hands on my hips griping them so tight it almost hurts. He leans his head back and closes his eyes shut tight in obvious pleasure. I slide my fingers into his waist band before--

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Shouts a very pissed off Ryan.

I hadn't heard him come in and neither had Drake according to his expression. He props himself up on his elbows looking at Ryan with an expression that just screams 'oh shit'

"Sh-shouldn't you be at practice?" I stutter out, watching him shoot daggers in our direction.

"It's Seven thirty!" He shouts.

Drake finally pipes up with an award winning cliché: "This isn't what it looks like"

"Then what the fuck is it then, you prick?!" Ryan interrupts "You're fucking my little sister!"

"No, I mean," Drake looks back at me with guilty eyes "No, we didn't..." he trails running a hand through his hair.

"After everything I told you she's been through?! You think you can fuck around with her?!" Ryan screams at Drake. Drake holds a guilty expression.

Self doubt swims through me causing thoughts to erupt in me when I see his expression. Its almost as if he regrets ever kissing me.

After a moment Drake holds me by the hips and lifts me up to set me beside him, subsequently getting up to stand up and talk to Ryan properly.

"It was in the spur of the moment, I..." he pauses.

"Look at her!" Drake shouts holding his hand out in my direction with his palm facing the ceiling. "How could I force that pretty little face into anything she didn't want?"

I blush.

"Wait a minute..." I trail with furrowed brows. The boys keep their bantering going like I hadn't just spoken to them.

"Ryan" I call out in attempts to gain his attention.

Ryan continues yelling and criticizing Drake. "Yeah right? What? So you were just going to fuck her then leave her and act like everything is okay? You're a real piece of sh-"

Drake cuts Ryan off, "Fuck you, Ryan! I told you, I'm not like that with her and you kno-"

"Know what? That you're a dirty piece of shit?" Ryan hisses through gritted teeth.

"Guys..." I call out again, but to no avail, as they keep shouting at each other.

"No! She's different!" Drake shouts.

"GUYS!" I scream, finally grabbing their attention. They look at me with curious glances. "What did you tell him about me?" I ask with a warning tone, glaring at Ryan.

"What are you talking about?" He asks dubiously.

"You said, 'after everything I told you she's been through' now what the fuck have you told Drake?" I ask venomously.

"I..." Ryan scratches the back of his neck. "I..."

"SPILL RYAN!" I demand standing up and walk closer to him. As I near him closer and closer I push Drake out of the way so I'm face to face with a guilty looking Ryan.

"I told him about what happened with you and Chaz... I-"

BAMN!

I had cocked my elbow back and swung at Ryan with all of my strength, Decking him in the face with my fist.

He stands still and makes no attempt to move but stands there looking at me with heart breaking eyes.

He stretches out his hand to touch me but I jerk my body away. "Please, Barry. I just didn't want you to get hurt again" He pleads.

"You had no right to tell him about my past!" I scream at him with tears now running down my cheeks. I'm too angry to wipe them off so I simply stand there with ragged breath.

"It hurt me so much to see you like that, Barry. I couldn't let you go through that again" his voice breaks with the last sentence and his eye brows tell me that he holds nothing but remorse.

"That's not your choice to make! Who else did you tell, huh? Your little girlfriend? Maybe Luke?" I spit out.

He runs a hand through his hair. "Nichole, I didn't tell anyone else." He assures me.

I close my eyes for a moment to blink away the tears and run a hand through my white hair. "I thought I could trust you" I open my big clear blue eyes to look into his own identical ones. "I thought your word meant more then it obviously does"

With that last sentence Ryan's face contorts completely into hurt and guilt. An expression I wish I'd never have to see on my brothers face ever again. I turn around to grab my keys off of the dresser next to my bed.

I look over at Drake who seemingly had already put his shirt back on. "I'm coming with you, Princess" he demands. All I can do in response is nod and I walk past Ryan not quite being able to look him in the face and walk down stairs and out of the house to my car.