Recycled Love

Chapter Twenty Four

“I know right?” I said smiling brightly

“Girls I’m still in the room” Peter exclaimed

“No shit” Anna said “I think someone’s feeling a little left out”

“Language” I scolded

“Shit is not a cuss” she cried

“Is to”

“Is not”

“Is--” I was about to answer but a large hand covered my mouth stopping my words, when I looked over to Anna Darren had his hand over her mouth as well.

“Ah you hear that?” Peter asked Darren

“Hear what?” he asked

“Silence” he sighed “Sweet silence”

“Isn’t it nice?” all the while I tried to ignore the sweet molten rock feeling burning deep inside my blood vessels. The usual spark is nothing compared to the erotic feeling of his hands on me; burning everywhere he touched.

I’m supposed to be mad. I muttered to myself

What for? My wolf asked

Do you not smell Rosie’s scent on him?

I’m sure there’s an explanation; don’t go all psycho bitch on him again.

Fine I’ll let him explain. I said giving in to my wolf for once

Good. And if anything is going on we’ll just smash that bitch’s face in.

I agree.

“Okay girls, we’re gonna remove our hands slowly. When we do we want you to remain silent; got it?” Peter said, speaking to us as if we’re infants. I slowly nodded my head letting him know I understand, but I eyed Anna cautiously because she had a glint in her eyes letting me know that she’s gonna get revenge.

Peter removed his hands, allowing me to speak again. Darren however didn’t remove his hand fast enough because a second later he was belting out expletives.

“Holy mother… Why the fuck did you do that?” he shouted at Anna “that hurt like a fucking bitch”

“What did she do now?” I asked

“She bit me” he shouted, making me laugh out.

“You deserve it” my sister said with her hands on her hips

“That’s definitely your sister” Peter whispered in my ear, making me shiver with pleasure as his lips grazed my earlobe

“She’s more like my mom” I said softly

“I would’ve love to meet her, she sounds like a real spit fire”

“Yup she was” I replied.

“Come on I’ll show you where you’ll sleep” he said taking my hand in his, leading me up the stairs.

“Why can’t I sleep in my room?” I asked

“Well you see I’ve been sleeping there for the past month” he said looking at me sheepishly

“And?” I asked

“Well I didn’t think you’d want to sleep in the same bed with me” he said in a rush

“I haven’t slept right in the past month, I’m not about to complain. Plus I know I won’t be able to sleep without you next to me” I confessed