Isolation: Book 2 of The Quarantine Series Page 22

  It’s goddamn near impossible when she is being this tempting, agreeable, and vocal.

  I just hope that this corner is dark enough and far enough to fly under the radar. We have ten minutes before Dad or Mia comes out to look for us.

  Yes. Yes. I am a monster, especially after Raven so sweetly put aside our differences to help me with Tessa. We are past all the labels—soulless, monster, sociopath. Yawn.

  When Tessa spirals this out of control, the rest of us band together. It’s not that far-fetched for Raven to be a team player.

  I am well aware that the only reason she is letting me back in her life is because we are family, and we are in an unique predicament.

  Like myself, her kryptonite is also love, but for this family.

  Plus, tonight is not my fault. Well, it’s not entirely my fault.

  After all the shit with Tessa, Dad and I decided that we needed a drink. We were having a glass of Brandy at the kitchen bar when a frustrated Mia and Raven charged towards us.

  Wordlessly, Mia opened a bottle of vodka and Raven grabbed two shot glasses.

  Dad and I stared in disbelief as my underaged little sister pounded a shot with my ex-ward slash current girlfriend, for all intents and purposes.

  After Mia and Raven slammed their shot glasses down, Dad reached over for two more shot glasses, instead of disciplining Mia.

  He placed the shot glasses in front of Raven as she poured four shots instead of two.

  We all fucking needed a drink after that mindfuck. Even Dad and I realized it. All four of us quietly took one more shot.

  By the fourth shot, I kept my eyes trained on Raven. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin looked warm, and her words were starting to slur. She was being friendly… towards me.

  I never approved of Raven or Reid drinking as teenagers. But the few times she came home slightly tipsy after a party were some of our most sensational experiences. Her skin would be on fire and she wanted to be touched over and over.

  The girl got horny when she got drunk.

  I was already close to losing my mind, and Raven was the only anchor I needed. I was in no position to discourage what was happening.

  It’s an addiction, remember? Her body is an addiction. Loving her is an addiction. That doesn’t leave a whole lot of room to be a good person.

  So, fuck the consequences. Fuck shame. Fuck morals. Fuck everything else.

  Nothing else matters other than being with her.

  And for that to happen I needed her at level intoxicated, not level incapacitated.

  I put a hand on top of her shot glass when Dad moved to pour the next round. I let him know that she looked flushed and needed air.

  Raven was too drunk by the time I dragged her outside. After a quick assessment, I seeked out the darkest corner with a tree and picked her up with one hand.

  Raven was giggling and being receptive. I threw my peacoat around her, pushed her against the tree, and hefted her up so the tree bark won’t bruise her beautiful skin.

  Which brings us here, with her dress hiked all the way up with her thong pushed to the side.

  The dress has a built in bra so it was easier to expose her perfect breasts. I love that Raven wears dresses around the house, most likely to appease Theressa.

  My hands roam all over her front. Raven’s nipples are even harder due to the cold. I slightly pinch a hardened nipple.

  “I missed you,” I say against the shell of her ear before licking it.

  Raven groans. “Milo—”

  My lips are on her neck as I undo my belt and pants. Raven isn’t fighting back tonight. Instead, she fists my shirt with her hands. She simply looks at me and mumbles something unintelligible.

  My one hand goes under her ass to hold her up, the other is holding my cock as I rub it in between her folds. She is wet but it’s not quite enough.

  I slowly slide two fingers inside her mouth.

  “Baby, suck my fingers.”

  For a moment Raven doesn’t do anything, but when I stroke her tongue again, Raven sucks on my fingers. I retract them, replacing them with my mouth.

  Using the lubricated fingers, I reach for her cunt and stroke her core until she lets out another moan.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “Yeah,” she chokes out.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” I murmur.

  I press my digits on her clit, and Raven whimpers against my mouth.

  “Milo,” she whispers my name again. "Don't let go."

  Fuck. Me. I don't know if she means in general or right now because she is scared of falling. Either way, I can barely restrain my growl as I slip inside her slick heat.

  “Fuck.” I kiss her parted lips.

  I tell her all the things she doesn’t want to otherwise hear. I ask her to tell me all the things I have been dying for her to say. She lets them all slip out.

  “Tell me you want me. Tell me that you are mine.”

  “Do you like me fucking your tight little pussy?”

  “Scream my fucking name when you come.”

  “It drives me crazy when I can’t touch you.”

  “Do you know how much I fucking love you?”

  I grab her face and take my time exploring her mouth. I shove inside her deeper, and do the same thing with my tongue.

  Both of her hands fall on my chest for balance.

  Raven moans incoherently as my fingers move on top of her swollen core. She arches her back, trembles and calls out my name.

  That’s all it takes for me to spill inside her.

  I am panting hard against her mouth, and Raven looks like she is about to pass out from the orgasm.

  “Hi, pretty girl,” I smile at her but she is already snuggling against me with her arms around my neck.

  I quickly smooth down her dress and fix my clothes. By the time I am done, Raven has no interest in walking, which is fine because I have on interest in putting her down.

  “Raven had a little too much to drink,” I announce as I enter the kitchen with Raven snuggling in my arms. “She looked like she was going to pass out in the patio so I am going to put her to bed.”

  “You kids can’t handle your liquor,” Dad jests.

  “You guys weren’t on the patio,” Mia points out.

  I glare at her, then turn to Dad. “See you later. Good night.”

  I walk out of the room, aware of Mia’s frown following my back.

  Whatever. As far as they are concerned, she is my girl and I can put her to fucking bed if I want.

  I am sure Raven intended to correct our families about our “relationship” status, but her well thought out plan was interrupted when bigger problems started brewing.

  While Raven is distracted, I keep slipping in the words girlfriend and future Mrs. Sinclair as frequently as possible to get the parents accustomed.

  I need to solidify this before Raven snaps out of the Tessa orbit. Not that anyone even cares about our illicit relationship anymore. That stigma is now insignificant due to the recent development.

  However, two people might still question this union: my siblings. Reid is not here, and Mia is also stuck in the same Tessa orbit.

  For me, Tessa is just another obligation and an item on my to-do list. Mia is not so jaded, which actually works out well.

  For once, Mia is distracted.

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  My room is the master bedroom. Even though I am barely ever in New York and I own a condo, my parents never switched the rooms back.

  This room is more private than Raven’s, so I bring her back here. I have barely finished undressing her when Raven closes her eyes.

  Minutes pass by. She is still sleeping peacefully, but I haven’t been able to sleep a wink. I can’t. Not when she is lying on my bed, next to me. Pliable. Vulnerable. Unresistant.

  It’s been years since she has slept in my bed, though all I want to do is wake her up. She is so fucking far away from me when she is asleep. I miss her when she is unconscious, even if she is right next to me.

  I draw imaginary lines on her arm. Dipping my head down, I start kissing her and licking my way across her bottom lip.

  “Mmmm…” Raven moves her face sleepily when I gently bite down.

  I drop down more, licking every part of her skin as I go. Moving my body further down, I make a space for myself and lift both of her thighs.

  I lower my face to her cunt and Raven gives out a moan in her sleep as soon as my tongue hits her clit. Raven’s hips buck forward on their own to chase the friction. She starts to shudder in her sleep.

  “Oh my God,” Raven wakes up midway through her orgasm. She is still coming, arching off the mattress. I increase the friction, to lengthen her climax. “Fuck,” she sobs and her hands fist the comforter.

  I crawl up her body and rub my dick against her pussy. Raven is breathing hard, having barely come down from her orgasm.

  “I need you, baby,” I moan into her mouth.

  Slowly, I sheath myself inside her again, keeping her recently injured leg in mind.

  “Holy shit,” I groan.

  Raven is still drunk, and really fucking horny despite the spurts of sleep. She keeps squirming for more friction and wraps her arms around my neck to pull me closer.

  I stare at her in disbelief and keep fucking her at a slow, savory speed, pushing her into a gradual climax. I follow her into that obscurity when I hear her set off.

  I am done.

  Unable to move.

  Every single ounce of my energy is spent.

  I finally realize that Raven hasn’t moved in a while. I lift my head to find her fast asleep, this time while I am still inside her. The thought makes me smile.

  I drop my head in the hollow of her neck and inhale her scent, feeling so motherfucking content. I decide to stay inside her and try to fall asleep.

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  Raven

  I am trapped under a heavy mass, fighting tooth and nail. I jerk one of my hands free to throw a punch—

  I wake up with my fist extended, punching the air around me. I am fucking drenched in night sweat.

  I try to orient myself and grow aware of a warm arm wrapped around my waist. Slowly, I turn my head to see the source—

  This can’t be happening again.

  I immediately use my hands to push myself back, to get away from Milo’s sleeping body. My body feels fucking paralyzed, and this looks like my nightmare.

  I drop my body onto the floor. In a futile attempt to wake myself up, I slap my face.

  It takes minutes to finally realize that this is not a nightmare, it’s my reality. All of the details from our drunken night together comes flooding back.

  This was supposed to stop. All four of us have a silent pact that we put our shit aside whenever Tessa deteriorates. So, why hasn’t this shit stopped?

  Tessa’s dissemination cannot be mine as well.

  I fucking helped him, thinking that we have to put this behind us due to the situation at hand.

  Milo truly has no boundaries.

  Last night, somewhere along the line even I went along with it which is so much more despicable than what he did.

  I tiptoe out of his bedroom to head to mine. The first thing I do is wipe down all the sweat and take a shower.

  After that, I sleep for most of the day, nursing the hangover.

  By the afternoon, my hangover subsides and my new phone alerts me of messages.

  Brandon: Yo, Rave. Come to the split-level.

  Alexa: Hi. Come to our “living quarters.”

  Rave: What’s going on?

  Alexa: Brandon wants to open a bottle of scotch that he has been holding out on.

  Rave: Not a scotch girl.

  Alexa: Come for the company.

  Alexa and Brandon moved into the split-level yesterday. We left them alone while they unpacked.

  My dad is grilling later today for a welcome barbecue for them. There is nothing else on the agenda so I take them up on the offer.

  As soon as I walk into their living quarters, I take a moment to inspect the apartment. It’s still the same. A kitchen, two small bedrooms, and a den that doubles as a living room. Alexa and Jaci are sharing one bedroom, with Brandon in the other.

  The Sinclairs used to rent out this portion of the house until Uncle Reese put a stop to it. He insisted on slaving away on extra shifts rather than downgrading to a smaller home or sharing the family’s privacy.

  “Rave!” Alexa calls out.

  “Hey, girl.”

  “I am so glad you came,” Brandon joins in a chipper voice.

  “Of course.

  “This way my lady,” Brandon waves towards their den slash living room.

  The living room has a beautiful loveseat, coffee table, and a wall-mounted television by the door. On the other side of the room, there is a desk table with a chair, along with one of those atlas globe bars. In true New York real estate spirit, this room is cozy but effectively furnished.

  “Jaci is still not here?” I turn to ask.

  “Jaci is moving in a couple of days,” Alexa informs.

  Brandon flips open the globe bar to grab an expensive-looking bottle, along with a few glasses. No matter how much I insist that I am only here for the company, he still fills my glass with a healthy pour.

  “What are you guys doing?”

  All three of us turn to find Milo at the door. Brandon’s face lights up like it’s Christmas.

  “Just getting reacquainted with Raven,” he takes me in a one handed hug.

  The extra calm look on Milo’s face even makes Alexa grimace, and she is usually the laid back one.

  She doesn't know why Milo is angry, but Alexa is quick to pacify. “Come on in, Milo. Join us for a drink.”

  Milo’s eyes follow mine as he walks inside.

  Soon, they start discussing the recent challenges with their business and how the move is going. I listen in here and there, although I don’t have much input.

  Alexa is the first to throw back her drink while I am still nauseatingly staring at mine. “I’m going to take a quick shower, and then meet you guys back upstairs for the barbecue,” she announces. “I am starving.”

  “Actually,” Brandon seconds. “I’m going to do the same.” Brandon follows Alexa out, but sternly tosses over his shoulder, “Finish every single drop in your glass, Rave. I mean it! That’s a very expensive bottle. Do not waste it. I’ll meet you guys upstairs.”

  I look down at my glass. I fucking hate scotch. I am pretty sure this is going to end with me throwing up. I hold my breath in preparation to take a sip, when Milo slowly pries the glass out of my hand. He sips on the drink while his eyes stay trained on me.

  Milo is looking at me intently, staring at my mouth, his gaze dropping only to take in my body.

  “I’m going to head back to my room,” I quickly announce and push off the table that I am leaning against.

  Milo casually grabs my arm to stop me. He continues to watch me with a dead expression in his eyes as he puts the glass down.

  I see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Towering over me with his six-foot frame, he suddenly looks monstrous in comparison to my smaller frame. My legs feel heavy under his intense gaze and a familiar panic looms in the air.

  “You look beautiful today,” Milo’s voice is low, his eyes further dropping to my collarbone.

  I give my arm an experimental tug, and shockingly manage to free it. I quickly step towards the open door, but Milo reaches for my arm again to halt my escape.

  He misses his hold and instead grabs the strap of my dress. The impact of my quick move, coupled with his hold, rips my strap, taking with it a portion of the fabric. The tear exposes my entire décolleté area, which he always identified as his favorite area of smooth skin.

  “Milo, what are you doing?” I scream.

  Staying silent as a mime, Milo wraps one arm around my waist while the other grazes my naked skin.

  “So beautiful,” he finally whispers.

  His dead eyes give away the hunger behind his dilated pupils. He looks like he wants to gorge on my skin.

  Milo’s hypnotized gaze never leaves my décolleté area as he continues to run his fingers over the skin.

  My eyes dart to the door. The two bedrooms are across the kitchen. I am guessing both rooms are locked if they are taking showers in their respective bathrooms.

  I have been pretty loud in my protests and neither of them have come out, which means that they can’t hear me.

  Milo swiftly removes more of the torn material for more access till I find myself bare-chested. He grabs my wrists next and presses his lips onto mine.