Tobias (A CURSED BOYS NOVEL Book 1) (3 page)

  "Put me down you Neanderthal!"

  "Would you just shut up until we back home?"

  "Are you crazy? I’m not going anywhere with you!"

 I struggled against him as much as I could. My hands pounded on his back but the blows were cushioned by his leather jacket. This was pointless; I'd have better luck trying to beat up a tree.

  "Would you cut it out? You’re worse than a child.”

  "Like hell and you can’t make me."

  "Wanna bet?"

   No, not really but of course my mouth did all the talking. "Yes!"

 I yelped at the sudden sting on my ass. What the hell?

  "Did you just spank me?"

  "Act like a child and I'll treat you like one."

 Unbelievable! I’m a grown ass woman and he has the nerve to spank me? Fear turned to irritation rather quickly during the walk back to the house.

  If they were going to kill me surely they would have done it by now. But if they don’t want to kill me then why the hell am I here? Somehow it didn’t seem to take as long getting back to the house as it did for me to run away from it. Maybe they knew a short cut.

 I remained silent as Tobias dragged me back into the house. I dreaded the thought of seeing that poor girl’s dead body on the floor, but to my surprise the room was empty; no dead body in sight. There was no way in hell they had time to bury her body and hunt me down as fast as they did.

  There must be someone else in the house. Maybe the house was full of clones. That would explain a lot. A house in the middle of nowhere, owned by a mad scientist who clones extremely sexy men who kidnap unsuspecting women then does only God knows what with dead bodies that magically disappear. Ok yeah, maybe I was completely losing it.

  The main hall disappeared from view as Tobias carried me through a doorway into one of the most beautiful living rooms I have ever seen. The room itself was surprisingly modern and looked like it could belong on MTV Cribs, but the design of the room and the structure suggested that the house had been around for a very long time and probably had gone through a lot of remodeling.

  Tobias threw me onto the couch. Literally threw me. Not gently either. If the couch hadn’t been as cushioned as it was I’d have probably broken my tail bone. I shot a glare in his direction.

  This guy needed a serious attitude adjustment. I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my glare to Tristan as he walked into the room and sat across from me. Tobias didn’t even bother sitting; instead he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. I assume it was to keep me from getting any ideas of trying to take off again.

  “So, now what? Don’t tell me you guys want to put some dresses on and have a tea party.”

 Tobias looked less than amused but my comment succeeded in getting a laugh out of Tristan. At least I knew who the fun one was. Since the whole idea of clones is extremely unlikely I assume the two of them are twins. Really hot twins. Like, strip me down and fuck me now, hot twins.

  I shifted uncomfortably for a moment suddenly self-conscious about that thought. An hour ago I'd seen one of them commit murder; now I’m eye-fucking them from across the room? What the hell is wrong with me?

 “Jesus Christ!” I jump out of my seat as if it were on fire.

  Either my eyes were playing tricks on me or the fuck me twins weren’t the only double in this house. The woman from earlier who had her neck snapped had just walked into the room.

  “You were dead. I watched you die. He killed you.”

  I kicked myself for letting my voice crack as I practically yelled at the woman. She looked annoyed with me and rolled her eyes before completely ignoring me and sitting on Tristan’s lap instead.

  “She can’t die.”

“What do you mean she can’t die?” That was a joke right?

  “I mean what I said. She can’t die.” Was Tobias always this grumpy, or did someone piss in his Cornflakes this morning.

  “None of us can, actually. So do me a favor blueberry, don’t try to stab one of us in the middle of the night. We can get pretty ugly when we’re mad.”

  “Speak for Yourself. I’m sexy all the time.”

 This was crazy. Not one, not two, but three people who allegedly can’t die. Yeah, right. And I’m Mary Poppins. I expected one of them to break and start laughing, but none of them even so much as smiled with a hint that this whole thing was a joke.

  “Well, I guess that means I have a way to finally tell you two apart. You’re ugly when you’re angry

  ”I motioned to Tristan with a wave of my hand, then to Tobias with my other. “-And you’re just ugly.”

  Tristan howled with laughter again and I even managed to make the chick on his lap smile. Tobias’s face stayed unchanged but his eyes were locked on mine. My own smile faded as his stare sent chills over my entire body. God was that man sexy as hell, but something about him screamed danger and death.

 “Well it’s been fun, but I really got to go.” I stood up and headed for the main hall in hopes that they would let me leave. Fat chance.

  Tristan and his woman were cozied up on the couch and didn’t try to stop me but Tobias wouldn’t budge an inch. His body took up nearly the entire door frame. He easily stood at six foot two but it was hard to tell as he slouched against the frame.

  “You’re not going anywhere.”

  “You can’t stop me.” I scoffed at his commanding tone.

  “I think I’ve made it pretty clear that I can.”

 Well, that was true but I wasn’t going to admit it out loud.

  “I’m not going to be your sex slave, and unlike Victoria Secret over there, I don’t come back from the dead when you snap my neck, so I don’t make a very good practice dummy for a serial killer either.”

  “I don’t need a sex slave. And I definitely don’t need practice.”

  “So you are a serial killer then.” Did he just admit it?

  “Not lately.”

The fuck?

  “What the hell does that mean?”

 “It means not lately. Now, I have shit to do. Amelia will show you to your room.”

 He didn’t even stay long enough for me to protest; he just turned around and walked away. I assume Amelia is the woman dry humping Tristan on the couch. She seemed a little too busy to be showing me anything so instead I left the room to explore on my own. Tobias was right; he could stop me from leaving. He already has. Quite frankly I don’t have the energy for another escape attempt today; I’ll have to try again in a day. Or a week. I could definitely use a week of recovery right now.

  I managed to find my way back to the room I woke up in this morning. The Tylenol tablets and the bottle of water were both still on the bedside table. Out of all the rooms along the hall I figured this one was meant to be ‘mine’ since it was the one I woke up in this morning.

  My head was still pounding and my whole body ached to the point where the bed looked like heaven. I was dirty though and needed to clean up before taking a nap. I picked up the Tylenol and popped them into my mouth before washing them down with water. Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long to kick in.

 I was relieved to find my own bathroom connected to my room. It wasn’t overly large but it had a shower, toilet and a sink. Pretty basic. I had hoped there would be a tub to soak in but a shower would have to do. I turned the water on and adjusted it to my preferred temperature; hot.

  Steam filled the room as I locked the door behind me and shed the dirty torn up shirt I had been wearing all day. My panties quickly joined the shirt on the floor before I stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind me and I welcomed the sting of burning water as it assaulted my body. 

CHAPTER THREE

TOBIAS

For the third time this week I woke up with my cock so hard it hurt. My body begged to be touched and right now the only hands I want to feel are Willow's. I’d never get the chance though. She hates me. Not that I can blame her; I did sort of kidnap her after all.

 My brother seemed to get along with her pretty good. She also gave up on escaping which made his life a lot easier. From what my brother has told me, she is a much better cook than Amelia and she makes for better company too.

 I’ve been working overtime all week helping Micky at the pub; even been crashing there around the clock. I’ve left my brother in charge of keeping Willow from leaving.  I can’t stand being home knowing she is somewhere in the house. It’s almost like my body senses she’s in the room before I do. I don’t know what it is about her but she drives me completely crazy.

 Micky has been asking a lot of questions lately. He’s not used to me being around so much, especially during the day. I don’t know if it makes him nervous having me around or happy. We’ve bonded a lot more over the past week; he’s even starting to talk about his boys again.

 I’ve known his kids since they were babies. I remember the night his wife called because she had gone into labor. It wasn’t often I got to see Micky with his family, but there had been times when he’d bring the boys to the pub to play while we unloaded shipment trucks. They were good kids, and they grew up into amazing young men, and Micky was the proudest father I’ve ever met.

 It has only been a few months since both his boys died in an explosion overseas. They were all he had after his wife passed away three years ago from cancer. They’ve had it pretty rough and since then I’ve been slipping some extra money into the safe when locking up for the night. It took him a year before he noticed but even then I denied it.

  Last night was the first night I spent at home since Willow got here. Micky said he’s finally had enough of me and it was time to go home and face whatever problem I was running from. If only he knew my problem was my dick. I shook my head and groaned as I stretched. It felt good to be in a real bed again. Although Micky had a cot in one of the small rooms upstairs it really wasn’t all that comfortable.

 I could hear Willow outside with Tristan. Just the sound of her laughing made my cock spring to life again. I palmed my erection with a groan. This woman was going to be the death of me. I got up to take a look out the window to see what the two of them were doing. Tristan had managed to get himself stuck in a tree. That was quite a feat for a werewolf. Willow thought it was hilarious and Amelia was nowhere to be seen.

 I doubt she was happy with Willow staying in the house. Amelia has all sorts of issues. One of them being she’s a raging bitch, another being she’s a jealous cunt. Although the thought of Willow tortures my cock, the idea of her pissing off Amelia makes me very happy.

 I left my room and headed downstairs. In the week I had been gone Willow had managed to transform the entire house. Nothing had really changed about the place but now it actually looks lived in.

  “Oh look who finally decided to come home.” Amelia was sprawled on the couch in nothing but a pink slip.

  “Jesus Christ Amelia. Do you ever wear fucking clothes?”

  “There was a time you liked to see me naked.”

  “Yeah, there was also a time you weren’t fucking my brother but – oh wait, no there wasn’t.”

 I gave her a dramatically fake smile then went outside. Tristan was still stuck up in the tree. He managed to have a branch slide up the back of his shirt leaving him suspended in mid-air.

 “Tobias! Help me down will ya? This evil wench of yours is useless!” His outburst sent Willow into a frenzy.

 She was laughing so hard she couldn’t even get up off the ground. I bit down on the inside of my cheeks. It was the only thing I could do to keep from laughing with her.

 “I don’t know I’m rather enjoying this. It’s not often I can use my brother as a piñata.”

  “Go ahead. Just remember I know where you sleep.”

  An evil grin spread across my face. The idea was rather tempting. Tristan must have realized it might actually happen because he took hold of his shirt and ripped it in half, freeing him from the tangled mess. He did a flip as he fell and landed on his feet.

  “Show off.”

  “Jealous?”

 “Of what? Fleas and a wet dog smell?”

  “My charm and good looks.”

  I shook my head and crossed my arms against my chest. I was wearing nothing but pajama bottoms which hung low on my hips. I had to bite back a grin at the sound of Willow's heart beat picking up the pace. I look over and catch her staring.

 “See something you like cupcake?” Her face flushed before she looked away.

 “Just wondering how such a big ego fits in such a tiny package.”

 Tiny package? Was that supposed to be a joke? I was anything but tiny. I stood at six foot three and was quite large. In all areas. To prove my point I slide my pajama bottoms down my hips completely exposing myself to Willow. That shut her up pretty quick.

 “Bro put that thing away! No one wants nightmares.” Tristan said while his hands covered his eyes.

  Willow remained silent but couldn’t look away from me. I could hear her heart racing and all I could think about was how good she would taste while fucking her. The thought made my cock throb with need.

 I slid my pajama pants back up over my hips then took a seat on the steps of the porch, staying in the shade. Willow finally looked away from me and acted like she was interested in the flowers growing beside her.

 “If you’re trying to make me uncomfortable you’re going to have to try harder than that Tobias.”

 “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”

 “Well then if you’re trying to scare me it’s not working either.”

 “Somehow I doubt anything could scare you cupcake.”

 “Well you sure as shit scared me. No one and I mean
no one
should see that this early in the morning!” Tristan just had to put his two cents in.

 “No one asked you.”

 “I disagree, Tristan. The view from here was amazing.” I roll my eyes in annoyance at the sound of Amelia’s voice behind me.

 “If you keep checking my brother out, you and I are going to have some issues woman.”

 “I’m allowed to check him out. He’s my husband.”

  “Ex-husband!” Tristan and I said in unison.

 “Same difference.”

 Tristan came across the yard and scooped Amelia up in his arms and disappeared into the house with her. I could hear her laughing and screaming all at the same time. Willow and I were left alone outside in the yard. The sun was getting higher now and it was really starting to bother my eyes but I couldn’t bring myself to leave her yet.

 “Mia’s your wife?”

 “Ex-wife.” I corrected.

 She nodded in silence and I thought that would be the end of it but she was too curious for her own good.

 “So she’s your ex-wife but now she’s dating your twin brother?”

 “I wouldn’t call it dating. It’s more like fucking.”

 I could tell Tristan left out some minor details when introducing Willow to Amelia.

 “So your ex-wife is fucking your Twin brother.”

 “Yep.”

  “How does that even happen?”

Seriously?

 “Well, they get naked and he puts his cock ins-“

 “Ok! No! Enough! That’s NOT what I meant.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction.

  “What I mean is how does she marry one brother then sleep with the other?”

 “Easy. She was sleeping with him before we even got married.”

 Willow got up from her place in the grass and came to sit beside me. I had to adjust myself because my cock was still hard.

 “So, you’re ok with them being together?”

 “I’ve had a long time to get over it.” If only she knew exactly how long.

  We sat in silence for a while listening to the wind blow through the trees. My eyes were really starting to burn and I wanted nothing more than to go back inside, but something about having Willow next to me kept me in my place.

 “You don’t look so hot.”

 “How many times do you plan on calling me ugly this week?”

  “That’s not what I meant Tobias. Your eyes are red. Did you get something in them from the wind?”

 She genuinely seemed concerned which was weird since I’m the one who kidnapped her.

 “No, it’s the sun.”

 “Are you high or something?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “No, I’m not high. It’s just part of the curse.” I regret opening my mouth as soon as the words fly out of it. There was no way in hell Tristan told her about the curse and now I’ve gone an opened my big mouth.

 I stood up and left Willow sitting on the steps by herself. I needed to get away from her before she started asking any more questions. That woman had an unparalleled ability to siphon information out of people like gas with a hose.

 She didn’t protest my leaving. I’m sure a part of her couldn’t wait to get rid of me. I wasn’t too worried about her trying to take off again. From the looks of it she’s settling in pretty nicely here and I’m not even sure she had anywhere to go if she left.

  When I brought Willow here she had no form of identification or any sort of personal belongings now that I think about it. No one has even bothered looking for her as far as I know. I’ve been at the pub every night the past week and not once has someone asked around about a blue haired girl.

  I realized there was so much I didn’t know about her. So much I wanted to know about her. There was something special about her and not just the fact that she could make my cock hard with just a single smile either.