Wild One

Chapter 7

Tallulah's POV 16 Years Old:

I wake up for the third time since Sean and I got here, body gloriously sore and head full of naughty images from our several rounds of steamy sex. Sean opens his eyes slightly when I climb out of the bed and pull his shirt over my head.

"Where you going?" He asks, stretching out, giving me a glimpse of the glorious muscles on his chest and arms as they ripple and pop above the sheet that lays across his lap.

Hot damn.

"I'm getting in the shower so when my brother gets here he doesn't realize that I smell exactly like a crack whore," I say, lighting the small scented candle on my dresser in an attempt to cover the masculine scent that now fills my room after a day of fucking him in my bed.

"Speaking of which, he could show up any time. You should probably vacate," I add, placing the lighter down next to the candle and looking up at my completely relaxed "guest".

"I'm not scared of your brother," Sean says, sitting up on my bed and picking up his bag to load a bowl.

"Yeah, well, I'd rather not deal with his fucking conniption, sooo...,"

"I mean. We're gonna have to tell him sometime anyway, Lu. May as well rip the bandaid off," he says, pausing with what he's doing to look at me with furrowed brows.

"Why the fuck would I want to tell my overprotective brother that I had a one night stand with one of his best friends?" I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"One night stand?" He grits out, standing up straight and letting the sheet fall off revealing him in all his naked, tattooed glory as he steps toward me, a dark look suddenly settling in his eyes.

"Wh- um- what?" I stammer, taken aback at his sudden change in demeanor and completely distracted by his sexy as hell body coming closer to me.

"This is a one time thing to you?" He says quietly when he's standing inches from me.

"Well... you- I-," I'm not really sure what to say. This was supposed to be a one time thing right? Sean and I don't even like each other. We never have.

"You think that you can fucking hump and dump me," Sean says, leaning down so that I'm forced to stare closely into his rage-filled eyes.

"Um. Sean, you're making it weird," I say with a nervous chuckle.

"No. You're making it weird," he snaps. "Trying to kick me out after I fucked your brains out all fucking day."

"That was always the plan!" I exclaim in frustration.

"Oh, was it?" He seethes. "And if I hadn't brought you home, you would've fucked some other asshole, is that what you're saying?"

"Well, eventually, yeah!" I raise my hands and flap them back down to my sides. "I was never interested in being a nun, Sean."

"I fucking get it, now," he says, a crazy storm building in his eyes. "This had nothing to do with me and everything to do with you just wanting to get fucked."

Well... yeah...

"You do that all the time!" I defend. What a hypocrite.

"Well you're not going to!" Sean slams his fist onto my dresser, rattling everything on top of it and causing the flame from my candle to flicker.

"The fuck if I'm not—," I begin, straightening my back against this fucker who always thinks he can tell me what the fuck to do.

"Shut the fuck up, Tallulah, I'm about to lose my temper," he snaps, hitting my dresser again, this time causing the flame on my candle to completely die.

"Oh, no, the big bad brute—," I start, but Sean cuts me off when he grabs the back of my neck, fisting my hair in his giant hand, and covers my mouth with his in a very angry, possessive, punishing, painful, and sexy as hell kiss.

By the time he pulls back, we're both panting and glaring at one another. My lips are throbbing and swollen and I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding a little from some of those nips he gave me.

"I'm going to go now so I don't lose my fucking temper and do something I'll regret," he says, his forehead resting against mine. "But we're not done with this talk. You. You belong to me whether you know it or not and you always fucking have. You're mine."

"You... need to lay off the fucking coke, man," I say, walking backwards and opening my door, never taking my eyes off of him. "I'm taking a shower now."

"I mean it, Tallulah," he says, lowly. "I'll give it a while to sink in, but this isn't over."

When I get into the bathroom and lock the door I realize that I'm still wearing his shirt. I consider returning it, but I don't want to look at him and see that intense gaze again. So. Fucking. Intense... Anyway, his car is only a block and a half away. He can borrow a shirt from Derrick's bag in the living room or he can go shirtless. Not my problem.

I make sure to take my time in the shower, giving Sean plenty of time to vacate the premises like I told him to. I'm happy to get back into my room and find him gone. I relight the candle on my dresser and fish around for some comfy clothes to wear around the house before getting dressed and lighting a joint.

Sean went the complete opposite of what I thought he was going to do. Like. I've witnessed how he goes through women. I'm shocked that he's offended. I mean. He's never even liked me. One thing is for sure: I'm never going to be his.

I need to find a fuck buddy or something.