by T. L Smith
“You molested me, and that’s okay. I would gladly let you anytime you please.”
Her cheeks go pink, which almost match her hair that’s now tied up on top of her head. She looks down at her food, then back to me. I hear the door open and the chatter of men. They can wait. She hears them too because she looks over my shoulder.
“Shall we discuss this now?”
She looks up to me, under her eyelashes. “Discuss what?”
The smirk that sits on my lips is there on purpose. She knows exactly what there is to discuss. “Us. This arrangement. I want us to have this, but you keep fighting it.”
“You have until I finish eating to tell me exactly what you want, then you need to leave. I have work to do.” My cock twitches at her authority. She opens her meal and starts eating straight away.
“Basically, I want you in my bed. I am open to your ideas. As long as it doesn’t involve anything romantic, dating, or relationships.”
“For you or me?” She raises an eyebrow wiping away pasta sauce from her mouth.
“I shall not have one, and neither shall you.”
Her hands fall to her lap after she pushes her plate away and looks up to me. “Basically, you want to fuck me, not date me?” Her eyes are zoomed in on me.
“Exactly. I’m glad you see it the same way.” She laughs, it bubbles up from her lips, and she covers her mouth while she shakes her head. I wait for her laughter to die down. For her to look at me without the laughter I know is fake.
“Women actually do this for you?”
I nod my head. On many occasions, usually easier than how she’s being.
“So, you are being serious. This isn’t some kind of joke? I get you’re a tough man to crack, but what? You want me only for fucking.”
The way she says it, makes me sound all kinds of fucked up. More so than I am. But it’s true, I am fucked up, and that’s the way I want her. So I nod my head. “I never agree to monogamy, but with you, I will.”
I can’t gauge her reaction. She has so many levels—shocked, angry, turned on. Which one is the strongest, I don’t fucking know.
“Aren’t I just fucking lucky. You’ll agree to not fuck other woman while you’re fucking me?” She laughs loudly again. “I’m finished with my lunch, you can leave now.” She pushes her food away from her, and she watches me, waiting for me to go. I don’t move. This isn’t over the way she says it is. It will be over when I declare it’s over.
“Tell me why you jumped me. Why you walked through that door soaking wet on the edge of reality and placed your hands all over me.” Her eyes go lost. She’s staring at me, but she’s not fully there. She seems to go somewhere else in that moment. I wait for her to come back, it doesn’t take her too long.
“That’s none of your concern.”
“It isn’t?”
She turns back to the computer and starts typing, now ignoring me.
“Maybe you should speak to someone about it. I hope you don’t do that to any other men.” I stand, pushing the seat back.
“You’re my only victim,” she manages to say as I get to the door.
“Let’s keep it that way. You feel the need to do that again, you call me.” Closing her door, I walk out to my office. Tim is seated. Tim’s been with me since almost the beginning. He was the one that gave me the idea for night racing because he raced, but on a much lower scale than what I do now. Now I keep him in charge of a few things. Not only does he police the night races, he also runs another club I own in the next city over.
“You look like shit,” he grumbles. His hands crossing over his chest as he watches me, waiting for me to take a seat.
“Why are you here, Tim?”
“Update... and I heard you’ve been swooning. I really wanted to see that for myself.”
My hands clench under the table. “You’re misinformed.”
His lip starts twitching. Tim likes to fuck with me. He likes to play games whereas I’m more serious. I guess that’s why he works for me and not the other way around. “My drivers still behaving?”
Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes. “When do they ever?”
It’s true. I pay them a lot for what they do. They like to play hard. A lot of the times I have to bail them out of trouble. Tim gets up, opens the door and turns back to look at me.
“I can’t wait to meet her.”
I give him my middle finger as he walks out to talk to Alfred. Rubbing my eyes, the thought of her bent over my desk is all I want to see right now. With her writhing under me. Very soon. Very fucking soon she will be.
Chapter 13
Kandi
Huxley’s intoxicating. He seems to get more that way as the days pass. He’s here every morning opening the door for me ready to come in. His eyes are always bloodshot, the tiredness is evident. Why he stays every morning is beyond me.
My cousin and Henry have decided to remain a while longer as they have fallen in love with this town. It’s a cute place, I won’t deny that. And I’m slowly coming to love it, even if everyone in it knows everyone else’s business.
I brush past him, always trying to keep my distance, never attempting to touch. For the last three days he hasn’t said a word to me, hasn’t goaded me into talking to him. He just watches me as I walk in without a word leaving our lips. Lunch is always delivered, with Alfred usually bringing it in to me as Huxley leaves.
Today, though, Huxley stops me as I pass him. His hand capturing mine, his rough, calloused fingers gripping mine. It stops me in my tracks, making my heart do that awful thing it does when he touches me. It leaps from my chest and makes me wonder if it’s with me or with him. I mean, I should have some sort of say in who it likes, who makes it beat. Shouldn’t I?
“I’ve given you space, how much longer until you give me an answer?”
I’m fighting within myself to pull my hand away or keep it with him. I haven’t had this issue before. The way he makes me feel when he touches me is beyond intoxicating, even if my head knows it should stay away. Falling for him isn’t in my cards, it’s not even a possibility. How can you even begin to fall for someone when your heart is meant to be with someone else?
Pulling my hand free from his grasp, I bring it to my chest clutching it. “You want to know if we can be fuck buddies?” I turn to face him. It was a mistake. I’ve avoided it for so long. And now he’s in front of me, gray eyes, staunch body that’s all directed at me.
He rubs his jaw as he looks at me. “Yes. Do you have an answer for me?”
I can feel myself straighten. “Why do you need the answer now?”
“Because I crave you, and sex. It’s distracting me not having you. It’s affecting my work.”
I laugh at his answer then turn around and keep walking to my office. Before I shut the door, I hear a loud crack, so loud I stop where I am and turn toward it. Huxley’s walking away, and there’s a hole in the wall where we were just standing.
“You affect him, so much so I suspect it isn’t good for him,” Alfred says, shocking me. Turning around, I find him watching me. His eyes flick to where Huxley just walked out then back to me. “Don’t play games with him. He isn’t pleasant to be around when he’s angry. And trust me, you don’t want to be around him when he is either.” He turns, disappearing the same way he came.
Walking into my office, I finally get to sit down. I’m about to start work when my name’s called out. Stacey walks in with a smile on her face. I dropped her off at the local clothing store, then gave her the keys to my car so she could go home.
“What did you do to him?” She pulls the seat out that he sits in. She’s the only other person who ever really comes in here. I haven’t seen Davina since I started back.
“Nothing,” I say, avoiding the question. “Why are you here? Did you need something?”
She slouches in her seat and watches me. “I’ve let it slide, you know, not harassing you about him. Today I don’t think I will.”
“I have to work, Stacey.” I tap at my c
omputer, hoping she’ll think I’m actually working. I’m not.
“It can wait. From what I hear the boss has a thing for you,” she snitches at me. “Now, why are you avoiding him? I’m guessing that’s what got his panties in a twist when I saw him walking out of here.”
“It was nothing.”
“You can lie to others, but you shouldn’t lie to me.”
She’s right, I don’t lie to her. I hate lying altogether. It’s more of an “I don’t even understand what’s really happening.” So how can I put it into words myself when I don’t understand it.
“He wants something from me I don’t really understand,” I say truthfully.
“Like? What... does he want your body?” She wiggles her eyebrows, but I don’t see the joke. She notices my face and stops. “Oh, shit, he does.” I nod my head, agreeing with her. “What is it exactly he’s asking of you then?”
My mouth opens to tell her nothing again, that it’s nothing and I’m fine. But that would be a lie.
“He wants me in his bed, in that manner only.”
She opens her mouth, closes it, then says, “Let me ask you this... how was he?”
Despite myself, I manage to smirk. “Beyond better than anything you can possibly imagine.”
She fans herself, sitting up straight. “Well, why not have fun? Fun is what you need. So why not? It’s not like you have anyone waiting for you at home anymore.” It’s a slight stab, and it twists just that little bit. She notices. “That was so wrong of me. I’m so sorry I said that, Kandi.”
“It’s okay, it’s the truth.”
“You should have fun, though. Seriously, Kandi, live a little dangerously. Fuck a lot and kiss even more.” She makes me laugh. I love her.
“He’s been waiting for me to give him an answer.” I bite my inner lip.
“Maybe make him wait a little longer, it’s good for your ego.” She stands, stepping around to give me a kiss on my cheek, then walks to the door. “Do you need me to pick you up?”
“No, I think I might stay a little longer.”
She winks before she walks out.
IT’S BUSY. I’M NEVER here this late, but I got so caught up in work that I’ve lost all track of time. The music’s blaring and thankfully my door was shut when it started, so it hasn’t bothered me much. Gathering my things, I open the door. The room’s dark and colorful lights flash everywhere. The music is even louder as I continue to walk.
Davina’s the first person I see. She’s walking around topless with a tray full of drinks in her hand. Scanning the room, I see only a few people I recognize before I walk next door to his office. He’s always in there, he’s one of the hardest workers I know. His door’s slightly ajar when I get to it. Pushing it open, I stand still. My feet are frozen to the spot, and they feel like lead. Huxley’s in his chair and a very blonde woman is sitting on his lap, pushing his hair back and kissing her way up his neck.
“Kandi...” Davina’s voice comes up behind me.
Both heads which where once preoccupied now turn to me. The blonde smiles. Huxley stands, the blonde falling to the floor in a heap.
“Kandi...” Huxley says my name.
Do I have a right to feel jealous?
I am, but I don’t really understand why.
I try my hardest to push it down, curb the jealousy that’s rearing its ugly head and making me want to say and do hurtful things.
“I was just leaving.” Turning, I push past Davina whose tray of drinks falls over, and I keep walking until I get to the back of the club.
Fuck! I don’t have my car.
Looking up to the sky, I drop my head back and scream. My feet start moving before I even realize I’m about to start walking myself home. Grabbing my phone, I resist the urge to scream again—it’s dead. That’s what happens when you play some stupid game the night before and don’t charge it.
“Let me take you home.” I didn’t even hear him come up behind me. Fuck, I’d be the easiest kill. I really have to sharpen my defense skills and improve them somehow. Ignoring him, I keep walking away.
“Kandi, if you don’t turn around and get in my car, I will pick you up and spank that fine ass.”
My feet come to a halt.
His hands on my body isn’t the smartest decision. For either of us.
Turning around, his hand is on his car door holding it open while waiting for me to get in. Walking toward him I do just that, sliding past him carefully so as to not touch him. He shuts the door then comes around, getting in his side. He smells the same, a mixture between the sea and flowers. Manly flowers if there’s such a thing, but delicious nonetheless. And I know he tastes as good as he smells. His hands grip the steering wheel as he starts the car and drives off. My hands cling to my purse between my legs, unsure of where to put them, and where I should even look. Keeping my eyes off of him at all times is all I can think to do.
“You plan to ignore me the whole ride home?”
“I do,” I say defensively.
“Is it because you saw her kissing me? Did it make you mad?”
The nerve of him. Does he not feel any remorse? He’s been asking me all week for this deal, for me to go into his bed, and then I see him with another woman.
“I’m not getting into this with you. Please, can we just not talk the rest of the way?”
My street’s coming up, it’s the joys of being in a small town I guess. The ride isn’t too long, I could have walked it easily. The car comes to a stop. I see the light on inside, and as I go to reach for the handle, he locks the doors.
“Huxley...” The warning leaves my mouth.
“No! Why did you come to my office? No more scooting around the questions. You will supply me with answers.”
Turning, so I face him, I keep my hands where they are in my lap.
“I came to agree to your deal.”
He blinks. Slowly. Then so fast I’d miss it if I weren’t watching closely. He turns, starts the car, and drives out of my driveway like he’s a damn rally car driver. My hands move, gripping the seat, holding on like any second now I’m going to be propelled through the front windshield.
“Stop the fucking car, Huxley.”
He does as I say, brings his car to a complete halt in the middle of the road. A horn beeps at us, but he doesn’t care. He just stays where he is. Reaching for the door, I get out, taking my purse with me and running off the road. Before I can get a fair distance away, he has me, lifting me up and pulling me to his body. My front slams into him, his hands lift me from my ass up. His eyes are like a storm as it comes over you, one that’s so intense you’re afraid of what it’s about to bring.
“Stop running from this, it doesn’t do you any good. And to be completely honest, it’s making me fucking crazy.” His voice is hard, just like his body that’s pushed up against me. Hard. Everything about him is.
“You can’t...”
His lip twitches. “I can and I will.”
He’s right, and I’m useless to stop him. Even as he carries me back to his car. Even when he drives down his driveway and carries me from the car to his bed and lays me down. Even when he strips me naked. I’m helpless against him.
Chapter 14
Huxley
Pure perfection is laid before me. Heavy breaths leave her mouth as she tries to catch her breath while lying on my shoulder. My cock twitches and she goes to move. I’m still inside her, too fucking lazy to move and not wanting to move her off at all. Because I plan to take her again, and again. Her green eyes look up to me, and I stroke her hair pushing it away from her face. The pink suits her. No one else I know could pull it off. When I first saw it, I thought it was strange, now I can’t imagine her without it. Her nails dig into my chest as she pushes up on me, keeping her lower half exactly where it is. With me inside her.
“We can’t stay like this forever.”
I beg to differ, I think we can, and I’m the king of this town. The only person I can’t seem to be in cha
rge of is the person on top of me right now.
She smiles at me.
And I’m hard.
Kandi moans. She doesn’t mean to, but it falls from her lips as I push against her.
“You want to stay like this, even if you hate me.”
She doesn’t argue, just digs her nails in harder on my chest. “I want to hate you,” she says then slides on me. Her hips do this magic thing where I thought I had the power, then in an instant, she has it. Her hips continue to move. She sits up higher so her tits are on full display, and I can’t help myself. When I sit up, my hands go straight to her back, pulling her to my mouth.
I take one of her perfectly pert tits in my mouth, circling it with my tongue before I move to the next. She doesn’t stop moving, her movements seem to become faster and faster. Even when her hands come to my hair and pull my mouth closer to her breast, I have no choice but to take it. She didn’t have to force me, I fucking love it. Her taste is intoxicating.
She’s almost like a medicine I didn’t ask to receive. One that I’m becoming addicted to. With each dose I want her more.
Kandi’s movements pick up pace. Her hands pull my hair back which removes her nipple from my mouth, and then her beautiful pink lips come down on mine. She takes my mouth as I take hers. Our tongues do a dance as our bodies control our minds. It’s heaven on earth. I’ve experienced that now, and I can fucking live a happy man. Is this what all those fuckers talk about? That one girl who fucking rocks your world. That you can’t help but keep coming back for more.
She is my more.
The only problem with our situation...
I don’t love.
So as long as she doesn’t expect that, I’ll take as much as she’ll give. And take some more. Because I was once told a bad boy doesn’t love. He takes.
SHE’S GETTING DRESSED when I wake. I’ve missed sleeping, so much so the moment I closed my eyes I was out of it. All week I’ve been trying to get her to say yes to my deal. Kandi’s a woman you assume needs more. I was hoping to prove her wrong, that people can have fun without having those other needs. Not once in my life have I wanted more from anyone else. Yes, I want more of her, though not in the way you are imagining. She may be the first woman who I will fight to get into my bed again. But I’m hoping she won’t be my last. The sex is off the fucking charts with Kandi, though.
