BATTLE SCARS: (Indigo Symbols Book II)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Wrong Idea

HUNTOR:
A few days passed after that, and I kept my attention on the Rogue Armada through the news, studying their style, their signature moves. Four days after the bulletin I was sitting at the desk, listening to report after report, trying to find anything on where they might actually be located. Exhaustion was hitting me hard. Reina had left to explore the hotel, Sarah with her. neither of them spoke to me, but I knew they were behind my back, about me sitting here, doing nothing but reading and researching. It didn't matter, I honestly didn't care. They were nothing but Indigos I cared for, Indigo-Gods who could change the scales in this war. Speaking of which, though I was so exhausted my head was in one of my hands and I was typing with the other. I was going to search for more info on the Keepers, see how they were since to them, to the world, the Indigo just vanished. But. Was so tired that I shut down my computer and got up. I stumbled like a drunk to the bathroom. "Yeah," I muttered. Definitely gotta sleep." I walked in and closing the door, my hand drifted out in the dark, and cupped Sarah left butt-cheek. I froze, instantly awake. Sarah's body went taught, then I whipped it away as if burned.
Everything came in to focus and I realized several things, one, Sarah was in the dark brushing her teeth, two, she was naked except for the fabric that covered her butt and legs, and I was so tired I hadn't even noticed. 'Sarah, oh Greece Sarah I'm so sorry." I backed away and Sarah merely said, "Meh." I turned to leave but she said, "I never realized my butt was good enough to grab." I snorted with a scowl. "Sarah, I didn't mean it like that." "Really?" Her voice was bland as she kept brushing, then she spat, once, twice, water ran. I waited, not really sure what to do, then Sarah said, "What if your little feel got me deeply in the mood." "I'd have to wonder why my sister is turning into a hellion." I said. "What if your adopted sister didn't care and was so horny she couldn't contain herself? Especially when it's just her, and you?" "I'd have to tell her it was only an accident and to get a hold of herself." I said smoothly. Sarah padded over to me, the water still running. "What if, just what if?" Her voice was suddenly filled with lust and I heard, heard something else in it, "Sarah." I warned. "Oh Huntor." Those two words came out as a moan, and it knocked me back there, back to ice, wind, snow, and him, his bar, his horrible morgue, "Sarah." I said again, but she was too far gone. She rubbed her hips against me and I swore darkly. "Don't push me away now." She said. 'Not when you touched me so nicely, grab me again, squeeze me."
She pushed me against the bathroom wall, her hands digging hard in my hair, her teeth at my throat, nipping, bitting, tongue sliding. "Touch me, squeeze me, feel me." She moaned. I resisted, resisted the lust that formed, "Not Sarah, not when she's like this." Because I knew, knew that it wasn't Sarah, wasn't Sarah who was against me, who was begging me. The problem was getting Sarah, the real Sarah, to wake up. She sank low and pressed herself against my leg and I felt the warm wetness as she pumped her hips up. I reached out to stop her and my palm closed over her breast instead of her shoulder. She pushed and let out a deep satisfying moan as she filled my right hand with her breast. "Oh yes." She moaned. Fear gutted me as I finally figured out what I actually had to do. Instead of fighting her off, I pulled her in, letting her grind her hips hard against my own. I squeezed her breasts, as hard as she wanted, fingered her nipples. When she demanded I squeeze her butt, I did, as hard as she begged, as much as she wanted. "Yes Huntor, oh yes yes yes." She pumped her hips up and I felt the heat from her, felt it soak my shorts.
She pushed against me, moving faster, harder. I kept her there, letting her grind hard, but I ignored my own lust, didn't let her find out that where my hardness was, didn't let her feel it. I kept squeezing her breasts, letting her tongue and teeth scrape over my neck, shoulders. I reached behind her and squeezed her butt, hard, hard like she begged, like she wanted. "Oh, oh, uhh, oh yes Huntor. That feels so good." I nearly growled, nearly, almost, if she didn't climax soon I wasn't sure I could handle it, wasn't sure I could take it. But she moved, and I swore viciously. Her leg brushed the hard length of me and pure instinct, instinct and lust found me righting her against it, letting her feel it between her legs. Now, when she rose against me, I fell under her. Now, when she moved, pressing herself to me, I pressed back. Now when I squeezed her breasts, it was with a feverish hunger for more, to feel her push faster. "Yes Huntor." She moaned as if she knew, as if she knew all along that I was resisting and was now, now was in need of her. she rocked her hips and i found my hands reaching behid her, squeezing her, feeling her, needing her. Then I heard her moaning, right in my ear, desperate, needy, horny. It sent me over the edge. I found myself rocking under her, pushing myself against that heat until, Sarah's climax came and I found my own release as she bucked and threw herself against me as if her life depended on it.
I gently pulled her off of me and I could tell that what happened, that she, Sarah, had no idea. "Huntor." Her voice was horse, as if she just woke up. "What happened?" I debating on not telling her, wanted to, wanted to just forget it, tell her, well, what I didn't know, but I wouldn't have, wouldn't have, if it weren't for Reina. "Well, you both just had sex dumb Bitch." Sarah jumped a mile in the air and I turned to the doorway. Reina flicked on the light and stared, stared at the both of us. "Knew it." She muttered. Then, "You can do better than this player Sarah, better than this Dickhead." "No." Sarah stepped in front of me, pleading with Reina. "No, don't blame him. It, it was my fault, I initiated it. Reina please—"No." Reina's voice was icy and there was rage there. "No Reina, it was me, I, I, I started it, he didn't, he, I gave him no choice." So it seemed Sarah did remember, remembered and was terrified, terrified because Khione had struck again on her. "Sarah, it's ok." My voice was chilled as I pressed my fingers against Sarah's head. I turned to Reina, facing her fully, "You wanna sit here and have a brawl, you wanna sit here and argue, fine." I turned and got in the shower. Afterward, Sarah jumped in, as if the dogs were after her. I walked into the room to find the desk lamp on, and Reina sitting in the swivel chair, her feet, bare, on the desk. "Picking your throne, trying to establish authority?" I thought, "Well Rey, you have no idea who you're battling with." I stepped forward, and sat right on her feet. Instinctively, Reina puled them out and sat up straight, staring up at me. "Nice try." I said. "So, why, might I ask, are we arguing?" "Oh, is this an argument, I thought it was a fist fight." "Well." I twisten one of my dreads around my fingers. "It most certainly can be." "Perfect." That was the only warning she gave as she got to her feet and threw her left fist forward.
I was already moving, already sliding off the desk and into a defensive stance as she hit air. You'll have to try harder than that Rey." I commented. "Bastard." She grunted. "Bastard, dick, asshole, I hate you, I swear I do." Smiling broadly, I said, 'The feeling is mutual." She swore viciously and dove at me. I met her dive and we went to the floor. She punched me, I swung my leg in a roundhouse. 'Bastard, you don't hit girls." "You aren't a girl now are you?" I asked. "When you have the balls, when you have the idiocy to go against me, then no, you don't get to claim that bullshit. Especially when you came after me." She lashed out in a right cross. I caught her fist and dodged the thumb that tried to dig out my left eye. "Oh that's petty, that's real petty. Go for my one and only eye, really? You can do better than that. Actually, I could call it sad, yeah, that's just sad." She said, "You don't deserve it." "Oh and why is that?" "Don't deserve anything." She grunted. She lashed out, once, twice, thrice.
"What don't I deserve." I taunted. "What don't I deserve." "HER." She yelled. Yelled in such an agonizing way that I froze. She froze too, as if she admitted something, then, then just like that, the fight went out of her. Then she rolled away, slowly rising to her feet. I sat up and watched as she stumbled, as if she were drunk, to the bed, stumbled, and laid flat out on it, still dressed. I turned to the bathroom and knew Sarah heard everything. On silent feet, I walked over and opened the door, Sarah shrank back but I pressed my fingers to her lips and hugged her, rubbing her back soothingly. She shook in my hands but didn't let out a sound. I leaned down and whispered so only she heard, "It's ok, you are here now. Don't let what Reina said get to you. I don't think she was talking about you." 'Who?" She breathed back. I shrugged, though I had an idea. I managed to convince Sarah to sleep in the bed she shared and I sat up at the desk, watching them both. "Oh Rey." I thought. "What do you really think of me?" "And what do I think of you?" I never thought to really consider what I really thought of Reina. She was annoying, irritating, a pain in the ass to be around, rude, and yet, and, yet. I frowned as I thought of her.