MJ's POV

I chucked to myself as I closed the window, leaving Brain outside gapping at me. If Brain wanted to play games, then boy was he in for a surprise because I wasn’t backing down, not just yet. I just couldn’t believe how easily he fell into my trap of being locked out on the patio. I mean, he was so predictable it was almost funny: running from the Taylor Swift music, looking for a smoke, and oh-so conveniently finding the cigarette I purposely left there? Please, I knew his routine. So why lock him out of the house? It was all part of my master plan. The truth was I only locked the sliding patio door, hoping he would figure it out and come back upstairs to teach me a lesson. We’ll see how long it’ll take him to figure that little trick out.

I peaked out the window one more time to see Brian pacing in the rising sun. Damn he looked so edible in just his boxers, his muscles flexing from anger. I chewed my bottom lip, watching his flawless physique moving in front of me. He’d eventually come around and pin me against the wall, bed, couch, counter, wherever we happened to be and have his wicked ways with me. But until then, I would get some sleep so that I would be well rested for my punishment. I smirked widely at the thought, imaging his hands and lips moving over my body. It would surely be some of our best sex and I was wet just thinking about it. I quickly jumped into bed and willed the sweet darkness of sleep to take me. Unfortunately I wasn’t that lucky.

I groaned as I rolled around the huge king sized bed for what felt like hours, trying to get comfortable. I hated sleeping by myself and it was nearly impossible to stop thinking about Brian. Hell, he started this game. Okay, fine, maybe I did back at Johnny's but sue me for being concerned about my best friend’s life. I guess that started the great sex stand off of September, because now I was frustrated beyond reason. I wanted him so bad I could barely lie in this bed smelling his cologne on the pillow without my core mercilessly begging for me to go let him in the house. But you see, I am a stubborn bitch. That's what you get for being the baby of the family with two older siblings. I would just have to wait this out and make him come crawling back since we both new his sex drive was more demanding than mine.

After rolling around for what felt like hours, I finally sat up in the middle of the bed. I was exhausted but I couldn't sleep when the very smell of the bedding was turning me on. This fucking sucked! Why couldn't Brian have just gotten into bed with me, instead of insisting on getting his revenge? Then he wouldn't think he was locked out of the house and I wouldn't be physically aching to have his skin against mine. I got goosebumps at the thought. No, MJ stay strong. Make him come to you, it will be worth it in the end.

It was then that my phone sounded on the nightstand table. Brian? No it couldn't be. I heard his phone dancing in his pocket earlier. I picked it up to see a text from Zacky and I smiled lightly.

Morning beautiful, I saw this video and thought you needed to see it. Hope it makes your day – Z

I looked down to see a link to a youtube video and opened it to find the most hilarious cat video. I mean, the cats were freaking dancing and creating a band to some stupid music video! It was hilarious and oh-so cute. Too bad Brain wouldn’t let me have a cat…

You were right. That was amazing <3 MJ

Zacky really was a great friend to me and knew how to distract me from things that I didn't really want to deal with. Did I feel anything for Zacky? No, not anything more than I felt for Dice, like a brother sister kind of thing. He was just my rock to go to when Dice was being a bitch and Brian was doing something with Matt. Though Jimmy was right up there too. He was always stealing me away on some crazy adventure, usually ending with both of us hanging upside down off the couch with ice cream and watching funny animal videos. I loved those guys—They were the family I always wanted.

And just like that, the most brilliant art concept idea flooded my vision. I could see the picture so clearly in my head and I knew that I had to have it on my body. I closed my eyes, seeing a foggy dark graveyards scene as the backdrop. In the foreground there was a large antique toy box filled with items that represented each member of my dysfunctional family. That’s what this art was, a family portrait of sorts.

I quickly sprang out of bed, dragging the comforter with me, and grabbed my sketchpad from the makeup table. My hand scrawled over the pages, drawing out every detail I had in my mind. I couldn’t think of anything else. I was obsessed with capturing this image before it disappeared forever.

The concept I was drawing represented this huge moment in my life: I was happy, in love, and had a twisted little family to tie it all together. I couldn’t imagine things any other way, well except for Brian between my legs. There was no denying that this newest project would end up as a tattoo on my body. Hell, all of the big moments in my life were represented in ink. Take for example my left shoulder piece. It was an antique intricate birdcage at the base of the tree with one little bird sitting at the top of the leafless tree. That represented my freedom from my parents reign over my life when I got to college. My right half sleeve rose piece represented my new beginnings here in Huntington Beach and my friendship with Dice. There were two roses that were almost intertwined but I never told Dice the really meaning behind them—she’d call me an idiot.

After a few minutes, I blinked down at the page, looking over the spooky graveyard. Okay, so maybe I had spent too much time looking at Jimmy’s headless horseman tattoo or Brian graveyard on his right forearm, but I loved the concepts. The cemetery looked extra creepy with the fog rolling through and the bats flying in the background. And how I created this beautiful antique toy box I will never know. It was ripped and scuffed in all the right places and the toys spilled out onto the floor. A pair of dice, a switch blade, a rubber ducky with ninja stars, a troll doll, a microphone, and a pined stripped guitar with a heart shaped pick—each member of my family. My fingers ran over the beautifully drawn guitar and my heart fluttered. Brian.

Oh, shit! I totally forgot about him! Was he still outside? Didn’t he realize that he wasn’t actually locked out of the house? Shit, now I was really dead! I quickly bolted from the room and down the stairs. Whoa, MJ, slow down, you wanted to make him work for this remember? He’s going to think he’s won if you run out there and jump him. Just play casual and like you aren’t craving his very touch.

I let out a sigh, as I stood at the bottom of the stairs, not caring that I was wearing only a black tank top and red lace panties. I had to get myself under control so I didn’t blow this. Make Brian work for it. Well, if I was going to make him work for it, I would need a smoke to hold my nerve. Grabbing that pack out of my purse my the door, I headed towards the patio, my heart racing wildly in my chest. What would he do when I step out here?

Only when I opened the door, Brian was nowhere to be seen. “What the hell?” I mused, my eyes scanning the patio to make sure I didn’t miss him. “Where the hell would he go?” Was he really crazy enough to walk to Zack or Dice’s houses in his underwear? “Brian?”

Nothing, not even the sound of a passing car on the street in front of the house. Where the hell did he go? I let out a harsh sigh and ran my hands over my face before bringing my cigarette to my lips. Puffing nervously, I turned and started to pace the patio. This was not how this game was supposed to go. Brian was supposed to find out that the garage door was unlocked and come in to punish me, not run away to one of our friend’s houses. Ugh this was so annoying and I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t let him win.

After smoking my cigarette all the way down to the filter, I put the ash in the tray and headed towards the house. Only right as I turned around to come back inside, the patio door slid shut, the lock sounding triumphantly. Oh, no he didn’t fucking just trick me at my own game! Brian looked so fucking smug standing there with this arms crossed.

“Brian!” I yelled, banging my fist on the glass. “Come on! I didn’t really lock you out!”

He just simply shook his head and moved over to the kitchen island and poured a cup of coffee. So he was going to sit there now and enjoy me throwing a fit? Well, I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. No, I was going to make him come out here…and I had just the idea.

A wicked little smirk pulled across my lips as I walked up to the glass, giving Brian my best puppy-dog eyes. He simply rolled his eyes and turned away from me. Okay, so I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy but that was just as test. As I stepped closer and closer to the glass, my eyes lingered over Brian’s shirtless body as I chewed my bottom lip. Damn he looked sexy and I wished that he hadn’t found some sweats to put on. Slowly I leaned forward, pressing my cleavage into the glass as I watched him.

“Don’t you want to let me in?” I cooed through the glass, only for Brian to open the paper so he didn’t have to look at me. Oh, you’re not getting off that easy Mr. Haner.

I stepped to my left and into Brian’s peripheral view before I turned around, showing him ass. Okay, so normally I didn’t do things like this but desperate times called for desperate measures. I gave my lace-covered ass a little slap, watching him over my shoulder. I could see him swallow thickly as he tried to ignore me, though even I could see that wasn’t working.

“You know you want to come out here,” I teased, my fingers moving to the hem of my shirt as I began to work it up over my head. Maybe a little strip tease would get him moving towards me because I wasn’t going to be the first to break, no matter how much I ached for him.

Suddenly his browns were locked on me as I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my bra-less chest. I blushed lightly as I moved my fingers slowly down to the red lace that covered my lower regions. “Are you sure you don’t want to come out and play?” I pouted, slowly working them down my legs.

The next thing I knew, I was standing on the patio, stark ass naked with a glass door between Brain and I. I was blushing and biting my lip like mad but at least he was standing and gawking now. Well, here goes nothing. “No? Well, if you don’t want to come out, I’ll just go take care of myself over here.”

I motioned over towards the pool, before backing away, slowly walking my fingers down towards my clit. I walked backwards for a few feet, willing him to come outside with my eyes. Come on, Brian, don’t tell me you don’t want me. I knew he did, I could see it in his eyes.

I slowly turned around and walked towards the edge of the pool, swaying my hips in the most seductive way I knew possible. Stopping by the edge, I dipped my toe into the cool water just as I heard the glass door slide open. Oh, it was game on and I was pretty sure I was going to win this sex-stand off. Brian was moving towards me, I could see it in this shadow. Oh, I was about to get the punishment I craved.

“So you decided to come out after all,” I naughty little smile. I took a step towards him and slowly walked my fingers up his chest, feeling it rise and fall quickly. “What’s the matter, love?”


Matt’s POV

“You’re going to have to carry me, I don’t think I can move,” Dice moaned on the bed next to me as I sat up. And that was an understatement. Ever since I found her screaming this morning and she admitted that she loved me, we had been fucking like rabbits. What had it been four hours now? Oh, and I wasn’t anywhere near done with this hot tamale but I need to refuel.

“Come on, Red, don’t be such a pussy,” I chuckled, pulling up my boxers and looking at her over my shoulder. Her neck was covered in little red blotches from my teeth and her arms and legs would undoubtedly be covered in bruises. We had been anything but gentle this last round. But I couldn’t deny that little smile that lingered on her lips, telling me that she was finally happy. God it had been so long since I had see her look like this. Dice almost looked angelic in this light and I could feel Matt Jr. stirring again just from looking at her. “Besides, someone’s got to make me breakfast.”

Dice scoffed as I reached over and pulled her to a sitting position, though she looked like she would fall back over again. I smirked, knowing I must have done a number on her. “Fat chance, that’s MJ domain.”

“Come on,” I said, as she threw her head back with a moan. “Let’s go see what you’ve got to eat. I’m fucking starving.”

“Ugh…do we have to?” She flopped back down onto the mattress and all I just shook my head. “Cant you bring me breakfast in bed.”

“Fat chance, that’s MJ domain,” I mocked, using her words against her, only to get a pillow thrown at my face.

“Oh, now you’re asking for it, Red,” I dived back onto the bed and easily pinned her to the mattress. What no fight? Come on, Dice, where was the fun in that? My fingers ran down her sides and a soft moan left her lips. “If you want more of this…” I said, moving my finger to run over her clit. “Then you need to get that fine little ass out of this bed.”

“Fine, but you’re carrying me,” she mused with a small smirk gracing her lips. With that I grabbed her bathrobe off the back of the door and scooped her up into my arms. The next thing I knew, I had her seated on the desk at the bottom of the stairs with my lips firmly pressed to hers.

I leaned her back on the desk and pushed the paperwork to the floor. Oh, god she looked so fucking hot right there that I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her. My lips traveled up and down her tattooed neck and arms, nibbling and biting her all over. Her long red nails dug into my flesh and causing me to bit her harder as my hands worked on her breasts. I leaned over her as her little fingers moved to release the screaming demon in my pants, my lips now firmly plastered to hers.

Seconds later, I held my throbbing dick at her entrance, teasing her as I rubbed it up and down her clit. “Stop fucking playing games and just do it, Sanders,” She hissed, her head back in pure pleasure Damn, she was fucking hot. Without warning I shoved my huge member deep inside her without warning, causing a scream to fill the small house. “Oh fuck yes!” she hissed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Without further ado, I started pummeling her with fast, hard, and deep thrusts, feeling her little walls clamp down around me. She felt so good, and she was so damn tight that I could barely stand it. And this was the fifth time this morning—it never got old.

“Harder!” she screamed, her ass squeaking against the hood with each thrust. I smiled down at her and pumped harder and faster, pushing her over the edge. Dice’s released and animalist scream just as her walls vice gripped my dick. Now I was so fucking close that I couldn’t stand it.

“FUCK!” I screamed as an orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me in hormone-induced euphoria. God, each time was better than the last and to make matters even better, she loved me. I held her in my arms, both of us trying to catch our breath just as the doorbell sounded. I raised my brow at her as she pulled away and hoped down off the desk with a shrug.

“Be damned if I know,” she said, wrapping the robe around her little frame.

“Where the fuck is Shads?” What the hell was Briand doing here this early in the morning and where the hell were his close.

“Good morning to you too, Gates,” Dice mused, looking him up and down with a raised brow. “Where the hell are your clothes?” she peaked back out the door. ‘And your car? You didn’t fucking walk here in your boxers did you because we’re not having a threesome.”

I moved over to the couch as Brian ran his hands over his face. “Don’t be a tease red,” he said, pointing at her with a glare. Though I was the one that had the daggers in my gaze. “MJ fucking locked me out of the house.”

Dice’s brow shot up as a smirk fell over her face. “And why would blondie do that? Did you piss her off?”

“Not per say,” oh, I was really interested to see where this was going.

“Then what?” It was my turn to speak, and honestly I was curious.

He sighed and ran his hands over his face. “Look, just give me your keys and let me borrow your car. I’ll bring I’ll drop it back off later.” Oh, no Gates, you’re not getting off that easy.

“If I let you take my car you have to tell me why Blondie locked you out of the house,” I said, holding out my key only inches from his fingertips.

“We’re in a fucking stand off and I’m losing right now, just give me the damned keys!”

“A stand off? Like a sex stand off?” I roared with laughter. Since when could Synyster Gates control his urges, let alone say no to his new toy? This was the best thing I’d heard all week.

“Look, just give me fucking keys so I can get into my house,” and there was that pointed look. I sighed and dropped the keys into his hand and he went out the door just as quickly as he came in.

“So how about that breakfast?” I asked with a smirk, only to have a box of Cocoa Puffs shoved in my face.

“Eat up, sweetheart.”

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