LET IT ROLL || CONNOR

[eli byrne]

She couldn't sleep. Not after what had happened and especially not after what she had revealed to her twin brother today. So instead of closing her eyes in fear of seeing those haunted images of her past, she turned to a bottle of alcohol to assuage her fears. Half of the bottle was already finished as she sat on her bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black lingerie and a black tank top to go with it. The black only accented her tan, and it definitely showed her toned body. The scars that littered her were clearly obvious though and she remembered each and every one. The messily sutured bullet wound she had received to her abdomen was the worst of them all. Her fingers traced over the raised lines as she remembered almost losing her life while she was a marine. Closing her eyes, she pushed those thoughts from her mind as best as she could but she failed miserably. "Get out!" Her slurred words brought her to full attention as she realized she had drifted off during her memories.

Pushing herself up from her sitting position, she stumbled with the bottle in hand, furrowing her brow as she saw herself in the mirror. Her long blonde hair was down and messy and she appeared to be more tired than ever. However she didn't care. She wasn't trying to impress anyone. Certainly not that prick that lived down the hall from her. She could usually hear the moans of the dirty whores he got to entertain him and that thought pissed her off completely now. Growling low, the now almost finished bottle of vodka slipped from her fingers and crashed into pieces to the floor. It seemed that the Irish lass had a thing with breaking bottles. Maybe she enjoyed the sound of breaking glass. It did something for her, that much was for certain because this was the second bottle she had broken in less than twenty four hours. Thinking quickly, she knew exactly where she wanted to go. Grabbing her knife from her drawer, she stumbled from her bedroom as quietly as she could, using the wall for support as she moved along. She would get what she wanted and she knew that Connor would do it for her. If he was as horny and confused as she was, he would do it. She would make him, somehow.

Finally finding his bedroom door, she turned the handle, half expecting it to be locked. When it wasn't, she smiled in triumph and then closed it quietly behind her, locking it so that no one could interrupt them. Tonight was going to be longer and better than what they had shared earlier. They wouldn't be interrupted by any rescue crew. There wouldn't be any gun shots or any stabbings. She needed the good, rough sex that she knew Connor could and would give her. Never again would she have believed she'd be going for him again but something had been different about the moment she had shared with him. She didn't know what and she certainly didn't understand, but by sleeping with him again she figured she could find out. So without another moment to spare, she climbed up onto his bed, her long legs moving to straddle his waist as she sat down upon him. Her hands moved to his throat, the knife blade placed precariously against his jugular as she did so. Leaning forward so that her lips brushed his ear, she knew he was awake by now because of the sudden stirring beneath her. Whispering drunkenly, she demanded what she wanted. "I want you to fuck me Connor. I need you to fuck me and fuck me hard. Do it." She asked of him, the blade pressing down on him harder as she waited for his answer.

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Oh drunken Eli

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

CONNOR AWOKE WHEN THE DOOR OPENED TO HIS ROOM. HE SLEPT LIGHTLY TO BEGIN WITH, AND ANY NOISE WOULD WAKE HIM UP. IT WAS IRONIC CONSIDERING THE LONG HOURS HE SPENT MAKING NOISE THAT KEPT OTHERS AWAKE. HE WASN'T THE BEST AT THINKING ABOUT OTHERS OVER HIMSELF. ALTHOUGH HE WAS AWAKE, HE LAY COMPLETELY STILL IN THE BED BESIDE THE WHORE HE'D ALREADY SCREWED AND HAD BEEN TOO LAZY TO KICK OUT. HIS DARK EYES WATCHED THE FIGURE MOVE THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE BEDROOM, CLIMBING SWIFTLY OVER HIM, AND WEEBLING A BIT BEFORE PLANTING THE KNIFE ON HIS THROAT. THE FEEL OF THOSE LEGS ON EITHER SIDE OF HIM INSTANTLY TOLD HIM WHO IT WAS, AND HIS THROAT CLENCHED UP IN ANTICIPATION. HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HE WAS ANTICIPATING EXACTLY, BUT HE REMEMBERED THEIR AFTERNOON TOGETHER. BUT SHE WAS DRUNK; SHE WASN'T THINKING CLEARLY, WHICH WAS OBVIOUS CONSIDERING SHE WAS HOLDING A KNIFE TO HIS THROAT. THE WORDS OUT OF HIS MOUTH WERE WHAT TOOK HIS BREATH AWAY, HOWEVER. I want you to fuck me, Connor. I need you to fuck me and fuck me hard. Do it.

THE WHORE BESIDE HIM AWOKE WITH A YELP AT THE SOUND OF ELI'S VOICE, AND ALL SHE SAW WAS THE KNIFE TO CONNOR'S THROAT. REGRETTABLY, HE DIDN'T PRIDE HIMSELF ON FINDING SMART SLUTS TO SLEEP WITH. SCRAMBLING OUT OF THE BED, PULLING THE SHEETS WITH HER AND LEAVING CONNOR NAKED BENEATH ELI'S HIPS, THE IDIOT GIRL LEFT HIM WITH HIS 'ATTACKER' AND ESCAPED THE ROOM. "I HOPE SOMEONE SHOOTS THAT STUPID BITCH," HE COMMENTED COOLLY, GLARING UP AT ELI. ALTHOUGH HER WORDS SENT WARM SENSATIONS THROUGH ALL OF HIM, HE WOULDN'T DO AS SHE ASKED. AT LEAST NOT LIKE THIS. GRABBING HER HIPS, HE HOISTED HER OFF OF HIM, PINNING HER TO THE BED AS HE ROLLED OVER HER AND SPRANG FROM THE BED. HIS BOXERS LAY ON THE FLOOR, AND HE PULLED THEM ON BEFORE FACING HER AGAIN, NOT KNOWING HOW DRUNK SHE WAS AND WHETHER OR NOT SHE MIGHT KNIFE HIM JUST FOR TELLING HER TO WAIT. IT WASN'T LIKE HIM TO WAIT FOR SEX - ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING HOW VERY BADLY HE WANTED TO FUCK HER JUST LIKE SHE WANTED - BUT HE DIDN'T WANT HER LIKE THIS. IF IT WAS ANY OTHER GIRL... NO. THAT AS SILLY. DRUNKEN SEX WAS FUN, BUT IF SHE WAS ONLY TELLING HIM TO SCREW HER BECAUSE SHE WAS DRUNK OUT OF HER MIND... WELL EVEN CONNOR SELWYN HAD BETTER MORALS THAN THAT.

"NO, I'M NOT GOING TO FUCK YOU, ELI," HE ANSWERED HER, DODGING HER KNIFE AND GRABBING FOR IT TO DISARM HER. THANKFULLY SHE WASN'T HARD TO DEFEND AGAINST SINCE SHE WAS TIPSY, AND HE MANAGED TO GET BEHIND HER TO KEEP HER FROM STABBING HIM. "AT LEAST NOT UNTIL YOU HAVE A DAMN CUP OF COFFEE OR A HOT SHOWER."

CONNOR HAD NEVER BEEN KNOWN AS A KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR BY ANY STANDARDS, EVEN THE LOWEST. BUT MAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE HE HAD KNOWN ELI FOR AS LONG AS HE HAD. HE DIDN'T WANT HER LIKE THIS. HE WANTED HER TO BE FULLY AWAKE AND SOBER AND THEN BEG HIM TO FUCK HER. AND THAT GAVE HIM AN IDEA. GRABBING HER BY WRAPPING HIS STRONG ARMS AROUND HER FROM BEHIND, HE LIFTED HER OFF OF HER FEET AND CARTED HER THROUGH THE BEDROOM TO THE MASTER BATHROOM THAT ADJOINED ONLY HIS ROOM. ONCE THERE, HE SHOVED THE DOOR OPEN AND PLACED HER INSIDE THE GLASS-ENCASED SHOWER BEFORE CLIMBING IN BEHIND HER. HE TURNED THE WATER UP SO HOT IT SCALDED HIS FINGERS, AND THEN HE TURNED ON THE SHOWER HEAD OVER HER, CHUCKLING AMUSEDLY AS SHE REACTED TO THE BURNING LIQUID.

[eli byrne]

Her eyes flashed as she caught sight of the whore beside Connor. Losing focus on the man below her for a moment she was about to knife the young woman but she seemed to have some sense in her. As Eli's fingers tightened over the handle of her blade, she watched in derision as the girl screamed and took off, leaving Connor completely exposed below her. She couldn't lie. She liked what she saw and knew she would love it even more if there was a repeat of this afternoon. Eli had been horny ever since that moment and she knew now that she couldn't get enough of him. She hungered for him even now but he was denying her what she desperately needed. She was practically begging for him to pleasure her and he was refusing her. Wanting nothing more than to stab him where he lay, but in her drunken state he had full control. Her breath caught in her throat as he grabbed her hips and shifted her, rolling her onto her back and keeping her there for a moment. Her balance was thrown off so he had just enough time to pull his boxers on before Eli pushed herself unsteadily to her feet.

Swaying in front of him, her eyes flashed, but they wouldn't focus. She wasn't completely smashed, but she was well on her way. If she had finished that bottle she would have been in big trouble. She did her best to lodge her blade in his chest now, but he was too quick for her. Or rather, she wasn't sober enough to plant a well aimed hit. Grumbling to herself, she felt his hand tighten around her wrist, causing her to drop the knife to the floor with a clatter. Struggling against him, she bucked her hips, just trying to get out of the situation she was currently in. Her back was to his front and she hated that. She felt completely exposed and open for attack, and she continued squirming, her hips causing her to rock back into him as she moved. Hearing him say no was far worse than watching him move away from her and she almost felt like this wasn't going to happen tonight. She relaxed finally, leaning into him and letting her head fall to the side as he spoke, exposing her neck to him but not caring at all. She wasn't limp, but she had softened considerably in the position that she was in. Until of course he grabbed her and lifted her up, hauling her from his bedroom.

A yelp of frustration and refusal of his actions left her throat, but even as she struggled he didn't release her. Kicking with her legs as best as she could, she squirmed once more, not happy when he shoved her into the shower, turning the water on full blast and at its hottest temperature. She started backing out of the door, but he was behind her in seconds and she was completely trapped. Nearly growling in agitation, she was almost entirely sober because of his actions. The water hit her in the face as he turned her, and the water stung and bit at her sensitive skin. Nearly yelping from that as well, she took her anger and discomfort out on him at first. Her first clenched and she aimed it at his chest. "Stupid prick! My clothes are on!" She snapped in irritation, looking up at him with blue eyes that had cleared considerably since she had just been suspended over him. As he chuckled, she met him with her fiery gaze, pushing her now soaked blonde hair from her eyes. Thinking quickly for a moment, she was about ready to walk out on him but then she realized that she never could. She needed what she came here for and she was going to get it. Regaining herself, she flattened her palm against his fit chest and pushed him back, her eyes filled with lust as she did so. Her lips hovered in front of his and she let her teeth nip gently at his own lips for a moment. "I'm sober enough, Connor. Fuck me you asshole."

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Oh drunken Eli

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

OF COURSE SHE FOUGHT HIM THE WHOLE WAY TO THE BATHROOM. HE'D EXPECTED AS MUCH, BUT THANKFULLY, HER FIGHT WAS WEAK DUE TO HER DRUNKENNESS. HER LITHE BODY BUCKED AGAINST HIM, AND HE GROUND HIS TEETH TOGETHER. HOW COULD SHE GET HIM TURNED ON JUST BY FIGHTING AGAINST HIM? IT WAS AS IF THE MORE SHE PUSHED AWAY, THE MORE HE WANTED HER, AND IT PISSED HIM OFF. HE DIDN'T WANT OR NEED ANYONE. HE SLEPT WITH A WOMAN, AND HE MOVED ON. NO FEELINGS WERE INVOLVED, AND HE LIKED IT THAT WAY. HE VERY SELDOM EVER SLEPT WITH THE SAME WOMAN TWICE, ONLY JUNIPER AND THAT WAS BECAUSE SHE'D BEEN JUST SKILLED ENOUGH THAT HE'D APPROVED OF BEDDING HER MORE THAN JUST ONCE. OF COURSE, THEN SHE'D GOTTEN INCONVENIENT WHEN SHE BECAME A RAT FOR THE POLICE, AND HE'D TAKEN CARE OF THAT LITTLE PROBLEM.

CLIMBING INTO THE SHOWER BEHIND ELI, HE CUT OFF HER ESCAPE ROUTE, AND HE SAW HER EYES FLASH ANGRILY AS HE DID SO. SHE THOUGHT LIKE A HUNTER: IF SHE WAS CORNERED SHE PRICKLED LIKE A PANTHER. WHEN HE SAW THAT ANGER IN HER GAZE, HE KNEW SHE WASN'T AS DRUNK AS HE'D FIRST IMAGINED, EITHER THAT OR THE HOT WATER HAD DONE THE TRICK. THAT ONLY SERVED TO TURN HIM ON MORE.

"OF COURSE YOU STILL HAVE YOUR CLOTHES ON, YOU IDIOT," HE RETORTED, "I DIDN'T REALLY HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO UNDRESS YOU. YOU WERE A LITTLE BUSY TRYING TO STAB ME TO DEATH." HE WIDENED HIS EYES IN A POINTED LOOK AND GRABBED HER SHIRT AS SHE PUSHED HER BLOND HAIR OUT OF HER EYES. SNAPPING THE BUTTONS ON IT, HE FLUNG THEM ASIDE AND FIXED HER WITH A SEARING GAZE. "HAPPY NOW?" THAT WAS WHEN SHE PLANTED HER HAND FLAT ON HIS CHEST AND SHOVED HIM AGAINST THE WET SHOWER WALL. SHE NIPPED AT HIM, AND HIS HEART BEGAN RACING WILDLY IN ANTICIPATION. HE WANTED HER SO BADLY HE COULDN'T CONTAIN HIMSELF. HER WORDS ONLY EXACERBATED HIS DESIRE, AND HE GRABBED HER ROUGHLY, PULLING THEIR BODIES TOGETHER WITH A WATERY SQUISH. HIS HANDS CLAWED AT HER CLOTHES, TEARING THEM OFF AS THE WATER POURED OVER BOTH OF THEM. WITH HER WEIGHT ON HIM, THEY STUMBLED BACKWARD, CRASHING INTO THE GLASS WALL AND SHATTERING IT. THANKFULLY, HE WAS ABLE TO KEEP A GRIP ON HER AS THEY STUMBLED BACKWARD, SLIDING IN A HUGE PUDDLE ON TOP OF THE BROAD SINKTOP. SHOVING THINGS ASIDE SO SHE COULD SLIDE ON TOP OF THE COUNTER, HE KISSED HER ALL OVER, YANKING DOWN HER CLOTHES IMPATIENTLY AS HE TRIED TO KISS HER SKIN. HE BURNED FOR HER, AND THE FIERY GAZE SHE HAD GIVEN HIM IN THE SHOWER TOLD HIM SHE WANTED HIM AS BADLY. GROWLING LUSTILY, HE UNDRESSED HER AND HUNGRILY GRABBED AT HER LEGS, WRAPPING THEM AROUND HIS WAIST AS HE TOOK WHAT HE WANTED WITH AN ANIMALISTIC LUST.

[eli byrne]

She hated the feeling that was welling up inside of her heart as Connor stood between her and her escape route. Eli was the type of woman that hated being cornered. She lashed out at anyone who dared to do such a thing, but this was Connor. She could try, but in her inebriated state she wasn't going to get very far either. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and studied the area behind him for a moment as she got used to the water pressure and the temperature. As soon as she was too used to the water to be scalded by it, she tried pushing by Connor. However he was too strong and much too big for her to muscle by. If she was in the right state of mind she could have used her agility and her speed to out maneuver him, but that wasn't happening now. She felt like she had just hit a brick wall, which sent her stepping backwards. Huffing in annoyance, she turned her snapping gaze to him. "I think you should move." She didn't like being trapped. It almost ruined her mood. Almost.

And then he was speaking to her, still blocking her path. Giving him another scathing look, she stepped back, knowing it was a lost cause. He wouldn't let her by and a part of her didn't want to get by. She put on a great act of being irritated at the moment but she didn't want to leave unless she got what she came here for. She hated herself for wanting him, for needing him more than that one time. She had wanted to forget about him as soon as she had left that kitchen but that hadn't happened. If anything she had thought about him more and that just wasn't her way. She thought that after talking to Jett about what had happened when she was away at war would have turned her off for a couple of days, but it was what had gotten her drinking in the first place. And after that it was all downhill because she had wanted him more than ever once the liquid courage was in her system. And then he had the nerve to pull off the buttons on her shirt. Looking down as she felt the material being released, she looked up at him and heard his snarky comment. Instead of answering his obnoxious question and tone, she pushed him back against the shower.

However, that was when everything spun out of control and Eli just went right along with it. He grabbed her to him, and her lips met his in a passionate, lust filled kiss. Closing her eyes to forget about everything that she had relived today, Eli felt them become unbalanced. Stumbling backwards to try and catch herself, his added weight sent her tumbling. However, he caught her but that didn't keep them from crashing through the glass. Her back was filled with the pain of the shards as they tried to find their footing on the floor. Connor held her through it all though and even as they slipped in the water upon the floor, Eli knew he wasn't going to let her fall. As he lifted her to sit upon the counter, she made short work of his boxers as he finished pulling the rest of her clothes off. Her body was on fire from the glass and the steaming water, but that was all forced to the back of her mind as he did the one thing that she had needed him to do since she left him. She moved with him, and as they finished, Eli's forehead rested against his shoulder. Her breaths were coming hard and fast and her head was spinning out of control. "Connor." She didn't know what to say or what to do, but something just clicked inside of her because she was with him now. This terrified her.

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Oh drunken Eli

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

SHE HAD BECOME HIS DRUG, AND HE NEEDED MORE OF HER. HE ALWAYS WOULD, AND DEEP DOWN HE KNEW IT. HE HATED NEEDING ANOTHER PERSON FOR ANYTHING, BUT IT WAS TRUE. IF NOTHING ELSE, HIS DESIRE FOR ELI WAS SO POWERFUL IT WOULD TAKE ALL OF HIS BEING TO FIGHT THAT URGE TO WANT HER. AS THEY BOTH FINISHED, HE SLUMPED AGAINST HER, THE PALMS OF HIS HANDS BRACING HIM AGAINST THE COUNTER WHERE SHE SAT. SHREDS OF HER CLOTHING LAY AROUND THEM ALONG WITH THE BROKEN GLASS FROM THE SHOWER. WATER WAS BEGINNING TO SOAK THE FLOOR AS THE SHOWER HEAD SPRAYED EVERYTHING IN AN IMMEDIATE RADIUS. TIRED FROM SUPPORTING HER WEIGHT ACROSS THE BATHROOM AND FROM HAVING SEX MULTIPLE TIMES IN ONE DAY, HIS HEAD RESTED AGAINST HER SHOULDER EVEN AS HERS RESTED AGAINST HIM. HIS BLACK HAIR WAS SOAKED FROM SWEAT AND THE SHOWER, AND WATER BEADED UP ON HIS SKIN IN THE STEAMY ROOM. THEY BOTH PANTED HEAVILY, AND HIS HEART CONTINUED TO BEAT LIKE A LOCOMOTIVE. SURELY HE NEVER HAD TO WORRY ABOUT HAVING A BAD HEART IF HE KEPT FUCKING LIKE THIS EVERY DAY.

HIS NAME ON HER TONGUE DID FUNNY THINGS TO HIS INSIDES, AND HE STEELED HIMSELF AGAINST THOSE 'FEELINGS'. TAKING A DEEP BREATH, HE PULLED AWAY FROM HER AND LOOKED INTO HER BLUE EYES. HE COULDN'T STAY AWAY FROM HER PHYSICALLY, SO THEY HAD TO COME UP WITH A PLAN. "HERE'S THE DEAL," HE BEGAN, SOUNDING BUSINESSLIKE EVEN THOUGH HE WAS DISCUSSING THEIR POTENTIAL SEX LIFE. "EVERY TIME I SEE YOU, I WANT TO FUCK YOU. PLAIN AND SIMPLE. AND, WHETHER YOU WANT TO ADMIT IT OR NOT, YOU WANT THE SAME THING. SO I HAVE A PROPOSAL." HIS FINGERS PLAYED ALONG THE SKIN ON HER HIPS UNTIL HIS HANDS RESTED ON HER HIPS, AND HE SMILED SLIGHTLY. "EVEN IF WE HATE EACH OTHER, WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING. SO I PROPOSE WE KEEP DOING IT, WHENEVER ONE OF US NEEDS TO, AND WE KEEP IT BETWEEN US," THE LAST PART HE STRESSED ESPECIALLY, "I DON'T FEEL LIKE SHARING ANY OF THIS WITH JETT, OR ASHER OR LENNOX FOR THAT MATTER."

"AND IT WILL JUST BE SEX. NO FEELINGS INVOLVED. WE CAN KEEP HATING EACH OTHER AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED." LEANING TOWARD HER, HE KISSED HER COLLARBONE AND UP HER NECK UNTIL HIS MOUTH WAS RIGHT BY HER EAR, THE STEAM OF THE BATHROOM ENGULFING THEM AND MAKING HIM FEEL AS IF THEY WERE THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE HOUSE. "SO WHAT DO YOU SAY?"

[eli byrne]

Eli didn't know what to think or what to say. She was confused and that confusion was produced by the sudden feeling of needing someone. The only person that she had ever needed in her life was her brother Jett. She didn't rely or trust on anyone else other than him so this entire situation just served to spook her. Closing her eyes for a moment as she rested her forehead against Connor's chest, she felt like punching him. Why did he have to do this to her? She was perfectly fine being by herself until she had sex with him this morning. She was perfectly content with being unattached to a man until he decided to shoot the damn door in. Furrowing her brow as she leaned against him, exhausted from the sex and the scenario that had just unfolded, she tried to get through this. The anger was welling up inside of her and she didn't know how to control it. Damn him. Damn him for all of this. This was his fault. She was blaming it on him because it was easier than admitting that he was changing something inside of her. It was easier than admitting that she had feelings because she wouldn't. She would rather die first than allow that to happen.

Biting her lower lip, she leaned back as he moved in front of her, looking just as physically spent as she was, if not more. Her blue eyes studied him in front of her and she wondered what he was thinking. For a moment she was distracted by the mess behind him. A small smile appeared on her lips as she recognized the destruction that seemed to constantly follow in their paths. This was the second time in a row that they had destroyed something that was obviously going to need to be fixed by a professional. Shaking her head slightly, she could tell immediately that he was mulling something over in his mind. Sighing softly, she looked into his eyes, wondering what he wanted to do. As he started speaking to her, she felt his fingers tracing her hips. The very touch of his finger tips sent chills up and down Eli's spine, and goose bumps broke out across her entire body. She hated that he had such an effect on her and it was visibly obvious if he looked hard enough. Her breath caught in her threat as the chills ran through her, and the hand she had on his upper arm tightened considerably. She was never this responsive and it bothered and aggravated her. Annoyance crossed her features for a moment until she heard what he was proposing.

As he said that he didn't want to share this idea with any of their siblings, Eli rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to tell Jett but her brother knew her inside and out. They had never been able to hide anything from one another, and until now, they never had a reason to. It bothered her, but she couldn't be honest with her brother about this. It would ruin things. She shook her head. "Yes Connor. How'd you know that as soon as I left here I was going to run and tell dear Levi?" She questioned him sarcastically, knowing he probably wouldn't appreciate her sarcasm. However, this was Eli. She was never polite and she was extremely defiant, even against her boss. He was going to have to deal with her strong, fighting spirit. He could either take it or hate it, but she was never, ever going to submit to him. Not like that anyway. But her face sobered, and she met his eyes with her own. "Fine. Deal. No attachments. I mean it, or I'll break you." She threatened dangerously, the smirk apparent behind her words. As he kissed her collarbone, she stiffened, knowing he was going to reach the spot that turned her on no matter what the circumstance. As his lips reached her neck, her head leaned back slightly, exposing it more to him. Gasping after a moment, her face turned crimson from the rush and she glared at him, putting her hand on his chest. "You've got to be tired."

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

CONNOR HAD KNOWN ELI A LONG TIME, LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW WHEN SHE WAS ANGRY OR IRRITATED BY SOMETHING. HE COULD SENSE IT NOW IN THE WAY HER BODY TENSED AT HIS TOUCH, BUT AT THE SAME TIME SHE SEEMED TO SOFTEN TO HIM. IT WAS LIKE SHE WAS CAUGHT IN AN INNER STRUGGLE WITH HERSELF SIMILAR TO HIS OWN: SHE HATED HIM AND HATED WANTING HIM, BUT SHE COULDN'T DENY IT EITHER. AND THAT WAS WHY HIS PLAN WORKED SO WELL. THEY COULD TAKE OUT THEIR ANGER AND THEIR SEXUAL FRUSTRATION ON EACH OTHER, AND IT WAS MUTUAL AND THERE WERE NO STRINGS ATTACHED. HE BOTH HATED HIMSELF FOR WANTING HER, BUT KNEW HE COULDN'T STAY AWAY. FOR SOME REASON, UNLIKE ANY OTHER WOMAN BEFORE HER, ELI HAD A QUALITY TO HER THAT MADE HIM COME BACK FOR MORE. HE'D NEVER EXPERIENCED IT BEFORE, AND IT MADE HIM FEEL THAT HE HAD A WEAKNESS. CONNOR HATED WEAKNESS, ESPECIALLY IN HIMSELF.

AS HE LAID OUT HIS PLAN TO HER, HE LOOKED INTO HER BLUE EYES AND SAW HER REASONING IT OUT, A MIRIAD OF EMOTIONS PLAYING THROUGH HER EYES AS SHE THOUGHT IT THROUGH. AS SHE SARCASTICALLY ASKED ABOUT HER TELLING JETT, CONNOR FIXED HER WITH A CRITICAL STARE. "BECAUSE YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR DAMN MOUTH SHUT AROUND HIM, THAT'S WHY," HE SNAPPED, KNOWING SHE WAS BEING SARCASTIC, AND THAT BEING PRECISELY THE REASON HE WANTED TO SNAP BACK. HER SARCASM HAD ALWAYS PISSED HIM OFF, AND HE WASN'T ABOUT TO START HIDING IT. WHEN SHE AGREED, HE NODDED, HOLDING OUT A HAND TO SHAKE HERS. THE DEAL WAS SET. THE PLAN WAS IN ACTION. THEY COULD BOTH GET WHAT THEY WANTED AND NEEDED WITH NO REPERCUSSIONS... AT LEAST THAT WAS THE IDEA.

HE KISSED HER COLLARBONE AND HEARD HER VOICE, STATING THAT HE MUST BE TIRED. SHRUGGING SLIGHTLY, HE PULLED AWAY FROM HER AND LOOKED INTO HER FACE WITH A SMALL SMIRK ON HIS LIPS. "THERE IS SUCH A THING AS FUCKING LAYING DOWN, YOU KNOW," HE COMMENTED AMUSEDLY. "WANNA TRY IT?" HE WINKED AND TURNED, SHUTTING OFF THE SHOWERHEAD AND TRUDGING OFF THROUGH THE WATER BACK INTO HIS ROOM. SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO FOLLOW HIM, BUT SOMETHING TOLD HIM SHE WOULD. HE DIDN'T THINK EITHER OF THEM HAD GOTTEN ENOUGH, NOT YET ANYHOW. HE WAITED JUST INSIDE THE BEDROOM, TURNING ON THE TV LOUDLY SO NO ONE OUTSIDE WOULD HEAR WHAT WAS GOING ON INSIDE. IT WAS TYPICAL OF HIM TO HAVE GIRLS IN HERE, BUT HE DIDN'T WANT TO TAKE THE CHANCE OF ANYONE KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT GIRL HE HAD IN HERE AT THIS TIME.

AS SHE FOLLOWED HIM AROUND THE CORNER, HE HOOKED HER AROUND THE WAIST AND SPUN HER, DROPPING HER ON HER BACK ON THE BED AND CRAWLING OVER HER. HE LOOKED INTO HER EYES WITH A LUSTY GLINT IN HIS OWN AS HE KISSED HER STOMACH RIGHT BELOW HER BELLY BUTTON AND THEN MOVED SOUTHWARD. HE WAS GOOD WITH HIS APPENDAGES, BUT HE WAS JUST AS GOOD WITH HIS TONGUE.

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Seeing that her sarcasm had served its purpose in irritating him, she smiled almost triumphantly. He needed to cut her some slack. She told Jett everything because it was appropriate. This would not be. Besides, she had never mentioned her sex life around her brother just as he had never mentioned his around her. They didn't care about that aspect of one another's lives, but this might put a damper on that thought process. Jett just wouldn't find out. If he thought something was up with her then she could simply make an excuse. She could say she was worried about this upcoming kidnapping and having to watch the kid. She knew that he would believe it because she had already been speaking to him about the situation. Dread filled her every time she thought about it. But that wasn't the point of this situation. The point was that she knew she could keep this from Jett. She had kept worse secrets from him before, like what had happened to her when she was away at war. She still had the scars on her body and prayed Connor wouldn't ask her about them. She doubted he would.

"Connor, calm down. I won't tell him. Your secret's safe with me." She told him, knowing that he needed her sincerity in this situation at the moment. He wouldn't calm down until she told him what he needed to hear. Sighing once more, she just looked down at the moment. She didn't know what to think anymore. This was something that she would have to just go with. She couldn't question it any longer because if she did she was going to make herself crazy. It was what it was and there was no turning back now. When he offered his hand to her to seal the deal, she stared at it a moment as if she was suddenly unsure about this entire idea. Looking up at him with a hint of worry in her blue eyes, she let her hand slip forward and touch his momentarily. Her hand was nothing like a woman's hand should be. It was one that belonged to a hard worker, a hand that knew guns better than anyone in this entire estate. She was smart and everything inside of her was telling her that this was a bad idea. She always went with her gut instinct but this time she shoved it away. This wouldn't be bad. Nothing bad would happen. They were going to satisfy one another with no strings attached. What could go wrong? She sighed as he pulled away, speaking about lying down. Grinning at his words, she slipped gracefully from the counter. "I suppose." She followed after him, knowing that she couldn't get enough of him.

However, he completely threw her off guard when he hooked her around her waist. Gasping slightly from being thrown off balance, she struggled for a moment, tensing immediately, but relaxing as soon as her sore back hit his mattress. The smile was genuine upon her features when he came over her, moving to kiss her below her belly button. What he did next was not something she was expecting, and her back arched immediately, her hand reaching forward to entwine her fingers within her hair. This was going to be a long night.

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Eli's eyes flew open as she heard a knock at the door, blinking quickly and trying to get her bearings. Seeing that she was wrapped in Connor's arms rocked her, but she flew back so quickly she found herself on the floor on the other side of his bed. Grunting with the impact, she flew into the bathroom, not wanting to get caught in this situation. Yanking her panties on, she clipped her bra on as well. Looking around for something to throw on as a shirt, she figured she couldn't go wrong with one of Connor's plain white tees. She had many of her own, and even though it would be slightly big, she could classify it as sleep wear. Hearing Asher's voice behind the knock, she just yanked the shirt on and came out of the bathroom, thinking quickly. Grabbing the nearest object, which happened to be a random decorative object, she chucked it, watching as it hit the wall behind Connor. She was aiming for that.

"You fucking pig! One of your dirty ass whores came into my room this morning! MY room! If you're going to fucking play around like the bastard you are then keep your bitches out of my space! Next time I'm shooting." She finished her rage, her cheeks slightly flushed as she chucked another random object at him. Glaring to prove her point, she stormed from his room, nearly crashing into a completely stunned Asher as she did so. He knew better then to question that fiery gaze. "Your brother is disgusting Asher." She finished furiously, marching from the room and down the hallway, her heart beating quickly from almost getting caught. But suddenly she realized how much she had loved that thrill, and she realized how much she wanted to do it again. Meanwhile, Asher was standing dumbstruck outside of his brother's door. "Uh...okay. Why..was the door locked?"

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

FOR A CRIMINAL, CONNOR SELWYN SLEPT AS SOUNDLY AS A BUMP ON A LOG. HE HAD FEW WORRIES ALTHOUGH A SANE MAN WOULD PROBABLY HAVE MORE), AND HE COULD SLEEP EVEN IF A TRAIN HAD BEEN ROLLING THROUGH HIS BEDROOM. SO HE NEVER NOTICED WHEN HIS YOUNGEST BROTHER KNOCKED ON THE DOOR, ALTHOUGH IT SCARED ELI OUT OF HER SLEEP AND ONTO HER FEET INSTANTLY, AND HE DIDN'T AWAKEN UNTIL ELI CHUCKED ONE OF HIS DECORATIVE BRANDY SNIFTERS AT THE WALL, SHATTERING IT INTO A MILLION PIECES.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" HE ASKED DROWSILY AS HE LOOKED CONFUSEDLY AT HER FROM WHERE HE STILL LAY IN THE BED. THEN, HE HEARD THE VOICE AT THE DOOR, AND HE SAT STRAIGHT UP IN THE BED. SHE STARTED CUSSING AT HIM, USING HER MADE-UP STORY ABOUT ONE OF HIS WHORES COMING INTO HER ROOM, AND HE REALIZED SHE WAS COVERING FOR THEM. HE HAD TO ADMIT, THE THRILL OF BEING SO CLOSE TO BEING CAUGHT SENT A WARM TINGLE THROUGH HIM, AND HE ALMOST SMILED, BUT THE SITUATION ADDED TO HIS LINGERING SLEEPINESS KEPT HIM FROM DOING SO. PLUS, AS HE ATTEMPTED TO STAND, ELI THREW A NEARBY LAMP AT THE WALL, CAUSING HIM TO DUCK TO KEEP FROM BECOMING A CASUALTY. SEEING THE BROKEN SNIFTER CERTAINLY DIDN'T MAKE HIM FEEL WARM AND FUZZY ON THE INSIDE, SO IT WASN'T HARD AT ALL FOR HIM TO GET HIS ANGER RILED UP TOWARD HER. PLUS, THEY STILL HATED ONE ANOTHER, RIGHT? JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD SEX DIDN'T MEAN THEY HAD ANY ROMANCE. THAT HAD BEEN THE DEAL AT LEAST.

AS SHE STORMED TOWARD THE DOOR IN ONE OF HIS WHITE TEE-SHIRTS (HE NOTICED THE SMALLEST DETAILS SOMETIMES), HE GRABBED UP THE BLANKETS FROM HIS BED, HOLDING THEM AROUND HIS WAIST AS SHE THREW OPEN THE BEDROOM DOOR AND STORMED PAST ASHER, CALLING CONNOR DISGUSTING IN THE PROCESS. "YEAH?! WELL, YOU'RE NO FUCKING PICNIC EITHER, YOU BATSHIT CRAZY BITCH!" HE YELLED AFTER HER AS HE REACHED THE DOORWAY, PRETENDING TO SPIT ON THE FLOOR IN DISGUST. "AND I HOPE ANOTHER ONE GOES IN THERE JUST TO PISS YOU OFF!" TURNING BACK INTO THE ROOM AS ASHER STEPPED AFTER HIM, HE ASSESSED THE DAMAGE SHE'D DONE THIS TIME. NOT COUNTING THE DESTROYED BATHROOM WHICH HE COULD EASILY WRITE OFF AS ONE OF HIS USUAL SEXUAL ESCAPADES, ELI HAD DESTROYED ONE OF HIS BEDSIDE LAMPS AND A COLLECTIBLE LIQUOR GLASS. OOOO SHE WAS GONNA PAY FOR THAT THE NEXT TIME THEY HAD A RENDEZVOUS. THAT THOUGHT BROUGHT A SLY GRIN TO HIS FACE, BUT IT WAS HIDDEN FROM HIS BROTHER STANDING BEHIND HIM IN THE DOORWAY.

"Uh...okay. Why..was the door locked?" ASHER ASKED, AND CONNOR COUNTERED HIM EASILY. "MY DOOR LOCKS AUTOMATICALLY... MOST OF THE TIME... THAT CRAZY BITCH MUST'VE PICKED THE LOCK WHEN SHE CAME IN HERE AND TRIED TO KNIFE ME IN MY SLEEP, AND IT LOCKED BEHIND HER." THANKFULLY, THE WEAPON ELI HAD BROUGHT WITH HER THE NIGHT BEFORE WHEN SHE'D BEEN DRUNK STILL LAY ON THE FLOOR WHERE HE'D DISARMED HER AND IT HAD FALLEN. KICKING IT AWAY FROM HIM AND TOWARD ASHER AT THE DOOR, HE FIXED ASHER WITH AN IMPATIENT LOOK BEFORE GLANCING DOWN AT HIS HALF NAKED FORM ONLY COVERED BY HIS BLANKETS. "WELL... ARE YOU GOING TO COME INSIDE AND TELL ME WHY THE HELL YOU'VE JOINED ELI IN RUINING MY MORNING OR ARE YOU GOING TO STAND THERE WITH THE DOOR OPEN SO ALL OF THE IRISH MOB CAN SEE THE FAMILY JEWELS AS I PUT ON MY BOXERS?"