Tempting Adeline

7

Adeline

“Enjoying yourself?”

I gasped, falling into the wall at the sound of Croix’s voice behind me. Turning back to the room, I find both men looking at me.

“What the f**k?”

He shakes his head with a smirk on his face. “Good girls don't curse, Melanie.”

I glared at him. I can't believe my name can't pass through his thick skull that he's calling me by his hooker's name. “It's Adeline.”

Croix pushed the door the rest of the way open with a hard this, his arm bracing over me as we stood in the frame together.

“Croix, what the f**k?” Sigh said, focusing on me.

“Got ourselves a stalker.” Croix declares.

“I was just…sorry, I…looking for the bathroom.” I hang my head, peering down at the floor in the hallway while absentmindedly rubbing my elbow.

Eli rises to his feet, wiping his face with the back of his hand, and takes a few strides forward to reach me. “Wait Melanie girl, right?” He holds out his hand, looks at it and then retracts it immediately wiping it on his jeans. He has a hard-on protruding through his denim, a huge grin on his face and c*m on his hand.

“It's Adeline actually.”

“The new step sis.” Sigh comments from the chair, grabbing the controller and facing the screen, disregarding me entirely.

Eli must have sensed my annoyance because his face lights up with a smile. “Don't mind Sigh. He's a dick.”

Croix tips his head, still staring at me like a psycho. His eyes trace my bare thighs, and I pull my shirt down lower to cover as much of myself as I can.

“Josiah the d**k, Elijah the d**k sucker.” He says with the biggest grin on his face, running his hand through his pink hair. I can't help but choke on his words.

“It's nice to meet you…” I say looking back at Josiah. My eyes narrowed at him before turning to Eli. “Both.”

“So I'm assuming you're tagging along, then?” Eli asked, his eyes lighting up. “I just have to say…” he studies me momentarily, his blue eyes raking down my body. “I had this insane dream last night about this eager woman who was begging on her knees for a taste of my c**k. She looks like you though but with red hair. f**k me! She was hot. You are hot.” He grinned. “You coming, yeah?”

This man is as rapid as a machine gun, spewing s**t from his mouth with no aim talking all fast and abrupt.

I c**k a brow before Croix quickly answers. “No.”

His dark eyes flickered with something before he continued. “She's not ready to roam the streets with us wolves yet.”

“It's actually not what I like to do for fun. Getting wasted and picking up STD wastelands for a quick f**k. My boyfriend will be here soon.” I spat back.

Eli barks out a laugh. “She got you good, Rafe.”

Josiah joins us at the door, throwing a hat backward over his buzzed head before pushing past us, looking completely disinterested. “Let's go.”

“Wait.. where are..” I wanted to ask about the groceries.

“Let's go.” Josiah interrupted me again. Croix leads them out like the cattle dog leading their pack. Surrounded by guys, Croix at my back and the other two before me, I make my escape, dipping around Croix into the hallway.

“There's pizza in the fridge.” Eli said behind Croix. “In case you're hungry. Make yourself at home.”

Croix turns his focus to Eli then to me. I watch silently as he opens the fridge, takes out the pizza box and opens it.

Before I can protest, he takes out a blade stabbing the remaining side with it, leans over and spits onto the remaining food. Facing me, he smirks, a challenge in his gaze.

The old screen door slams as he leaves, and the loud hum of motorcycles starts up in the nearby garage shaking the circular clock hanging from the kitchen wall.

And I'm left with silence and spit pizza.