Elliot

 

I yawn, stretching myself waking up before noticing the beautiful blonde head of hair on my chest. I blink a few times, remembering where I am before stroking Allie’s hair. It's like golden silk as it falls between my fingers. I groan quietly when she shifts on me causing her leg to slide up mine. 

"Elliot," she mumbles, half asleep. She leans up on my chest with a dazed look. She looks so hot with her sleepy eyes and messed up hair. I take a risk by pulling her to me and kissing her. She resists me at first and then gives up, her body melting into mine. Allie’s sweet taste fills my mind and I lose control. I pull her one leg over my hip so she is straddling me. I groan when she pushes herself against me feeling how hard I am for her. I move to kiss her jaw line and then down her neck before stopping to pull off her top. 

"Elliot, I don't want to rush this," she mutters breathlessly, as I go back to kissing her neck. My hands are roaming over her creamy skin under her shirt. I grab her hips and roll her, so she is underneath me. 

"Angel, just let me help you relax, trust me," I say unhooking her bra. She seems undecided for a second before nodding at me and letting me pull the bra away. I lean back to take in Allie. She is so beautiful with a slight blush to her cheeks and those amazing breasts. They are not the biggest I've seen but they’re perfect. I rub the little tips as she moans underneath me making me harder than I've ever been. I shake my head remembering this is all about her. I lean forward kissing her nipples then run my tongue around the hardened tips. 

Running her hands through my short hair, I groan at how nice she smells, like cotton candy. I slide my hand towards her PJ bottoms and cupped her through her lacy underwear. Why does she have to wear extremely fucking sexy underwear?

"Are you going to come for me, Allie?" I ask pulling away from her breast as I rub her clit through her underwear making her moan louder; saying something, I'm guessing is yes. I shift the lacy underwear aside before quickly putting one finger into her, as I take her mouth in a deep kiss that nearly makes me come, too. Her back arches with a moan, as she comes around my finger, squeezing me so tightly that I’m dying to know what she would feel like around my cock.

I kiss her neck, as she calms down, still whispering my name.

"Your turn," she giggles at me before pushing me over in bed. For a little woman, she is fucking strong. 

"No, you've had a rough night and that was for you." I lean forward, stopping her hands from sliding down my stomach. Her face falls before she gets out of bed and going to the bathroom, still topless. She winks at me from the bathroom door before it shuts. This girl is going to be the death of me; I can’t remember ever being this fucking hard.

I check my phone, seeing I have messages from Luke and Sebastian. 

Sebastian: Still alright for babysitting tomorrow, bro? 

Me: Yeah, looking forward to it

I open Luke’s text next. 

Luke: Need any help at the club? I heard working on the bar at a club shows you plenty of hot women ;) 

I chuckle a little to myself before replying,

Me: Like you need help but you can work for me

He replies a minute later with,

Luke: Nah I don't but I gotta mix it up a little ;) 

I laugh clicking my phone shut and wait for Allie to come out the bathroom. I hear the shower running and I decide to go downstairs to make breakfast. I pull my trousers on and shoes before I leave her room. I run into a hung-over looking Tristan at the bottom of the stairs.

"Fucking hell, I give up," he sighs leaning against the wall in the middle of the stairs. Tris is only a bit shorter than me and I know fighting him would hurt but I would for Allie. He nods at me and letting me past before walking up the stairs. I look at Tris for a minute, trying to work out how he doesn't look a thing like Arthur or Allie for that matter. Allie is blonde like her mother must be and Arthur has dark brown hair. Tristan, on the other hand, has pitch-black hair but shares Allie’s blue eyes but nothing else. 

I shake my thoughts, opening the fridge seeing bacon and eggs. I find things I need, and start cooking. I put some toast in the toaster just as Allie walks in; she is dressed in a long blue dress that hugs her curves. Her hair is flowing around her face as she smiles at me.

"Right, inviting yourself into my bed and cooking my food. Hmm if you weren't so good with your hands, I think I would be annoyed." She winks at me. I can't help but laugh as I go back to cooking. I watch her look at me strangely before getting an orange juice out the fridge.

"Right, so how many fights do you have left?" She asks with a serious face. 

"Ten," I mutter not telling her I have one next week. 

"How many have you done? When did it start?" She asks quickly. 

"A lot since our dad taught us," I say avoiding her question as much as possible. 

"How long?" She narrows her eyes at me when I don't answer; I walk away from her and instead start looking through the cupboards for plates. Luckily I find them on the third try.

"The scars on your back, was that in the fights?" She asks quietly. I grab the sauce pan handle tightly before remembering that it’s Allie I’m speaking too, not a stranger.

"No, my dad did those to us," I reply, avoiding looking at her still.

"Us?" She echoes. I exhale a deep breath and start dishing up the food on the plates and handing her one as I finally look at her. The emotion on her face is almost too much to fucking handle.

"Yes, my father was a cruel fucker to us growing up, but Harley got the worse of it. The fighting started when I turned fifteen and the same for the others. Sebastian and I did a joint fight for the first time," I say thinking back to that memory. I learnt quickly how to avoid getting beaten after that first fight, when Sebastian had to pull a guy off me that broke nearly all my ribs. I looked awful for weeks and didn't go to school for around a month. I was lucky that we only had a few months of bad fights before my father died. Harley let us train properly and we started helping when he knew we wouldn’t lose. Harley taught us how to win, but our father had taught us how to deal with pain.

"I remember around then at school. Sebastian told Maisy that you were visiting family that's why you didn't come to school." She says, watching me closely as I nod, eating my food.

"Yeah," I say shaking away the memories. 

"I sorted everything for the wedding reception," I say changing the subject. I spent all yesterday making dozens of phone calls, everything will be ready and I even found a place that hires out table and chairs. They do all the chair covers and table cover we needed too. I lost my temper with a few people and that’s why it took all day. I forgot how fucking annoying people can be, if they can’t do what I ask, then what’s the point?

"That's great, I'm nearly done but I've got to call for flowers and the band is being annoying," she sighs.

"I can help with the band, if you want," I say, hoping they aren’t annoying fuckers, too.

"Yeah why not, I will message you the details. They want more money than I think they’re worth but I know Maisy loves them." She says with a small smile.

"I’ll sort it," I tell her and reach over to hold her hand. She lets me, with a slightly confused look on her face before letting go to eat her food. 

"I had bad news yesterday," I say feeling the need to tell her something about me. 

"Oh?" She asks.

"Yeah, the license to open the bar had some conditions and I have missed one with the entire thing that has been happening. I've been a little distracted. Anyway, it's going to take a few weeks to sort out and re-apply, so I'm pushing the opening back a month.” I say. Trying not to get pissed off about it.

"Sorry, that sucks. At least you didn't advertise yet," she says and I smile at her, knowing she must have been playing attention to me. 

"Please, tell me you made me a plate man,” the rough voice of Tristan says, as he walks into the kitchen. He clearly has had a shower but still looks like shit.

"Yeah on the side," I smirk at him.

"Thanks," he mutters with a yawn. He walks over to the oven and taking the plate I made for him before eating in silence with us. I finish my plate and Allie takes it to wash up. 

"Man, you can cook as good as Allie." Tristan grins as he stretches his arms over his head. 

There's a knock at the door and Allie goes to get it. The minute she leaves, Tristan turns to me.

"If you fuck around on my sister I will kill you, you got me?" Tristan threatens as he leans back in his chair.

"I won't hurt her. What's going on with Arthur, because that could fucking hurt her?" I tell him and he looks down.

"You best not, once Allie lets someone in, they mean everything to her. She doesn’t let everyone close and she has never let a guy close before. She has to choose you; a fight with you is going to fucking hurt. So just don’t fuck up, man." 

I don’t reply because I know he is right. Tristan nods at me and walks over into the kitchen. I watch him put the kettle on.

"Allie told me what you said and she knows everything about the Cage." 

Tristan still with his back to me, he turns and goes to reply but Allie cuts in behind me.

"We are going to stop dad, it's wrong, all of it and dad will see that if I talk to him," she says sounding sure of herself. I wince a little, thinking she really doesn't understand her dad. Tristan looks worried with me as I glance at him. I could sit here and list the amount of fucked up things her dad has done. The amount of people I’ve seen or heard he has killed. I don’t when I look at her angry face, she reminds me of her father in moments like this but the difference is, Allie isn’t cruel like him and I can’t be the one to hurt her.

"Let me deal with him, and it's pointless to ask him to stop. He's crazy about the Cage, the only thing he cares about is it and you," Tristan says gently to Allie, who glares back at him, her hands on her hips. She is holding a letter in her one hand, it must have been the postman at the door.

"He loves you too, Tris. He just doesn't show it well. Anyway, he will listen. It's not like he is a killer, just runs some fights." She says shaking her head.

"Allie, your dad nearly killed Izzy a while ago. Remember the crash? That was him and his goons. They shot Blake too, Allie. Your dad isn’t a good guy and I know he won’t listen. I was surprised you didn’t know any of this. I didn’t want to tell you but you needed to know." I say gently as possible because I'm so mad about what happened that night. 

"What?" she asks going pale, I doubt she wants an answer but Tristan just nods at her. 

"Dad has done worse than that, Al," he says. Allie just nods and starts washing up the breakfast. I stand next to her and dry up, as Tris leaves to go the gym.

Allie doesn't say much else that morning and I kiss her gently before leaving. 

"I will call you later, alright angel?" I ask her, she tilts her chin so she is looking up at me.

"Yes, I'm going to go see Izzy. So much makes sense now," she says looking so sad, I’ve never cared how a girl feels before but I do with her. I pull her into my arms.

"Hey, look I don't know what to say, but whatever is happening between us, I don't want your dad affecting it." I say and lift her chin with my fingers so she can look at me. I wipe her cheeks of the silent tears and kiss her forehead as she stands still.

"I like you Elliot, but this is complicated." She says eventually.

"I won't take no as an answer, until you give me a real chance," I tell her as she presses her head into my leather jacket.

"So stubborn," she laughs slightly before kissing me gently. I chuckle slightly before grabbing the back of her head and giving her a real kiss goodbye. I pull away after leaving her breathless; I pick my helmet up from her coffee table and wink at her before going to my bike. I wonder on the drive home if Allie can deal with all this at once but then I remember how she is the strongest person I know.