by Alex Grayson
I’m at my wits’ end, and if I have to look at Lukas’s smug face too much longer, I won’t be able to hold back my wrath. I’ve been dealing with this shit for almost a year. Yes, they started dating, or fucking, or whatever the hell you want to call it two months after she turned eighteen. Hell, legally she’s not even supposed to be here, but I can’t damn well call the authorities on the fucker because he owns half the city.
No matter how much I try to talk Tera out of seeing this asshole, the more she pushes against me. She doesn’t know him like I do. She doesn’t know what type of man he is. She doesn’t know what he’s capable of, especially in the bedroom. Or I hope like hell she doesn’t. My teeth grind together with the thought of Lukas doing the sick things I know he likes doing to women in his bed. No fucking way would Tera be okay with that.
Tera starts around the desk, heat blazing in her eyes, and I know she’s about to blow up in my face. She hates when I try to boss her around, but damn it, she’s practically a kid.
Before she makes it all the way around, Lukas snags her around the waist and pulls her back against his front.
“She’s not going anywhere if she doesn’t want to,” he says calmly. The smug look of before is gone, now replaced with a hard edge.
“Stay out of this,” I growl.
“Fuck you, Maverick. Tera’s a grown woman and can make her own decisions. If she wants to stay, she stays. Butt the fuck out of our business.”
Tired of his self-righteous ass, I move swiftly to the desk, ready for his face to meet my fist. When Lukas tries to shove Tera behind him, she plants her feet in place and holds her hands up to ward off both of our advances.
“Oh my God!” she yells. “Both of you, fucking stop it! Colt.” She moves her eyes to me and pokes my chest with her pointer finger. “Stop treating me like a child. I appreciate you looking after me, but you don’t need to do this. I like Lukas, and he likes me. We’re having a good time.” She turns to Lukas next. “And you,” she says, now pointing her finger in his chest. “Stop antagonizing him.” Back to me, sans chest poking. “Go home, Colt. I won’t be much longer here. I’ll call Mom before I leave.”
My jaw hurts from clenching my teeth together, and I’m sure I have crescent shapes in my palms from my blunt nails digging into them. Me and Lukas have a stare-off, neither willing to back down from the other’s glare. I fucking hate that my sister can’t see the sick sleazebag for what he truly is. As she said before, she’s an adult, and as much as I want to force her to leave, I know I can’t. Tera is the type of person that holds a grudge, and will go against someone out of spite. If I force the issue, she’ll only withdraw from me and move closer to him. I can’t have that. I’ll bide my time and wait for Lukas to show his true colors. I’ll be there for her when he ultimately hurts her, and when he does, I’ll make sure he regrets the day he laid eyes on her.
Keeping my eyes locked on Lukas, I take a step back. “You better watch yourself,” I warn, pointing my finger at him. I then look to Tera. “Tomorrow, we’re talking.”
“Whatever,” she sighs, clearly done with me. Too fucking bad. “Please, just go.”
“Call Mom before you leave. And I want you at my house tomorrow for lunch.” The look I give her says she better not fucking argue. Luckily, she doesn’t.
Giving one last dirty look to Lukas, I turn on my heel and stomp through the door, not bothering to close it behind me. The pussy right outside curls his lip up at me in a silent snarl. I give him the same treatment. The hallway is dark as I walk toward the loud sounds of music, talk, and laughter. How anyone can come here is beyond me. All people like to do is get drunk and fuck or fool around in dark corners. Technically, it’s not a sex club, but it’s close enough. There’s not much that doesn’t go on here. Although, I do have to give it to Lukas. He doesn’t allow any form of abuse. You hurt someone, especially a woman, you better hope someone’s around to help you when his goons get done with you. You very well may bleed out on the street if not.
When I reach the mouth of the hallway and step out into the loud as fuck room, something small slams into me. My hands automatically reach out and grip soft flesh. A wave of something sweet assaults my senses, and it smells fucking delicious. Tiny hands land on my chest, their blue nails digging into my pecks. I look down and see a headful of hair, the color of wet sand, before it lifts and reveals stunning green eyes. Pink lips part and warm breath rushes over my face as she exhales. Thick lashes land over her eyes as she blinks several times. She seems to be trying to focus on my face, but is having a hard time doing it.
When I recognize the blonde goddess I noticed two nights ago here at Blackie’s, my bad mood goes from bad to worse, even as my damn cock starts to harden.
Several seconds pass as she gazes up at me with lust-filled eyes, before recognition dawns for her as well, and a scowl forms on her face.
Yeah, the feeling is mutual, baby.
“You,” she snarls, curling up her lip.
When she tries to pull away, my arm around her waist tightens. I don’t know why. I saw the way she was acting with the guy she was with the other night. I saw her hand damn near molest the guy’s cock right out in the open. People like her disgust me, having no shame for what they do in public.
My lips tip up on one side, and her eyes narrow.
“Where’s the guy you were fondling the other night?” I ask, just to rile her up. I don’t know this girl at all, but something in me is wanting to bring out the fire in her.
Her scowl deepens as she tries again to yank herself from my arms. Again, I don’t allow her to go anywhere.
Why the hell won’t my hands let her go? What the hell is it about her that intrigues me so much? And why the fuck does she feel so damn good against me? I want nothing to do with women like her, and normally steer clear of them.
“Fuck you, asshole,” she grates out. “Let me go.”
I’m about to do just that and walk away, but end up frowning when she winces, as if in pain.
“You okay?” I ask, not liking the pained look in her eyes.
She doesn’t answer, but instead pulls in a deep breath, and I know she’s trying to push whatever’s bothering her back.
I want to ask her about it, but before I can, she shocks the shit out of me by grabbing my ass and pulling our bodies close. Her breasts press against my chest, and my hardness meets her stomach.
I hiss at the contact and look into her eyes, which no longer hold disgust. They are now filled with heat, and the look does some serious shit to my body. An irrational need to plunder her lips with mine almost has me bending down and doing just that.
Some of her composure seems to come back to her, and her nails loosen on my ass. She backs away, but her eyes stay focused on mine.
“Blue,” she blurts out, blinking several times.
“What?” I ask, amused at her outburst.
“Your eyes. They’re so blue.” A blush forms on her cheeks, and a cute frown takes over her features, making her look even more gorgeous.
My lips tip up into a smile, enjoying the dazed look on her face. As much as her type turns my stomach, I still enjoy her beauty, and my body still reacts to it. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her face is bare of make-up, but she doesn’t need it. She has high cheek bones that carry a natural blush. Her eyes are slanted slightly at the corners, giving her a catlike appearance. She has full lips that are begging to be kissed. Her face is round, and I know her beautiful hair—that’s pinned to the top of her head—is thick and luscious. Her waist, which isn’t the typical slim, but fuller, is smooth and toned. Her slinky mint green top dips down, showcasing breasts just big enough to fill my hands. She’s a nice little package that I’d like to unwrap and explore.
My hand slips down a bit to rest right above her ass. The move seems to pull her from her daze as her hand reaches back for mine. She doesn’t knock my hand away like I thought she would, but instead, she grips it and brings it lower,
where it lands smack dab on her soft, cotton-covered ass cheek. I raise a brow at her bold behavior. Her eyes go hooded, right before she rolls to her tiptoes and whispers against my ear.
“My place.”
I groan and tighten my hand on her ass when she nips my ear with her teeth.
She steps back out of my arms, and now it’s me that’s in a daze. My eyes follow the sway of her sweet ass as she leads me to a table where two men are sitting. One of them has a girl on his lap with his hand under her skirt, while the other is watching the two. I’m too focused on the woman in front of me to care about the very public sexual display going on. I briefly notice that the one who’s watching looks familiar, but pay it no mind.
“Tell Ava I’m out, and I’ll call her later,” she yells into the watcher’s ear.
Watcher looks at me and gives me the once-over, looking mildly curious. I barely hold in my snarl when he leans in and says something in her ear, his eyes never leaving mine. Her hand is still in mine, and I want to yank her away from him. Seeing her so close to another man, knowing he can smell her sweet scent, infuriates me.
What the fuck is this? I don’t know this chick. Why the hell do I care who she gets close to? Yes, she’s beautiful. Yes, I want to fuck her until she can’t walk for a week, and I plan to do just that. But I don’t give a fuck who she’s had before, or who she’ll have after. She’s easy, sexy as all hell, and appears to take care of herself. I normally require knowing a girl for at least five minutes before I take her to bed, but with this one, I’ll make an exception.
She pulls back from the guy and they share a private look, one I don’t like at all.
“Call me when you get done,” he says, barely loud enough for me to hear.
Is he her fucking keeper? Is she a prostitute and he her pimp? Or is he just a concerned friend? As much as my body wants hers, I never do prostitutes, and I sure as shit won’t start now.
We’re in the middle of the parking lot when I pull her to a stop. I notice her hand shaking slightly in mine.
“Hold up there, baby.” She turns to me, impatience warring in her eyes. She looks around, before bringing her eyes back to mine. “You’re not a whore, are you?”
I cringe once the words leave my mouth, and see the hurt and anger in her eyes. I guess I could have worded that better, but we need to settle this before we go any further. She needs to understand that I don’t pay for sex, and I won’t sleep with a woman that trades for favors, either.
“No, I’m not,” she practically snarls.
“What the hell was that back there? Is he your boyfriend? Do you two have some sort of open relationship?”
“No. He’s just a friend that likes to watch after me.” When she tries to pull her hand from mine, I grip it tighter. “Look,” she says, releasing a sigh. “If you don’t want to do this, say so now. I can find someone else.”
That idea has my jaw ticking and my head pounding. No fucking way will she find someone else as long as I’m standing right here.
I yank her forward until her chest meets mine. Both my arms wrap around her waist, and she brings her hands to my chest. She stares up at me with wide eyes. I dip down to run my tongue along the seam of her lips, but she turns her head just before I make contact. Instead, I trail my lips to her ear.
“I definitely want this,” I whisper, then nip her earlobe. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to have some jealous boyfriend or pimp after my ass.”
I lift my head and look down at her. Her lips are parted and her breaths are quick. Even in the dark, I can see that her pupils are dilated. Her face is filled with lust and longing.
“What’s your name, baby?”
She peeks her tongue out to lick her lips before answering. “Abigail. People call me Abby.”
“Abby,” I murmur, liking the way it sounds. It’s a beautiful name. It fits her. “I’m Colt.”
“Blue,” she says again. “I like Blue. I think that’s what I’ll call you.”
I smile and lean down to place my lips over hers, but she stops me again by pulling away. “Let’s go to my place. My car is over there.” She points to a cherry red Volkswagen Beetle. “You follow me.”
“How far?”
“Twenty minutes.”
Twenty minutes is far too long to go and not have at least a taste of her. Her eyes widen in surprise when I jerk her forward and she slams against my chest. I try again to kiss her, and again she avoids me by turning her head away.
What the fuck?
“Give me your lips,” I growl. The need to taste her is overwhelming.
“No. I don’t kiss the men I sleep with.” Her voice may sound strong, but there’s an underlying hint of vulnerability as well.
“Why the fuck not?”
She shakes her head, before bringing her weary eyes back to mine. “Because it’s too personal.”
“Baby, we’re about to get very personal. Kissing can’t be any more personal than me sliding my cock inside your pussy.” I emphasize this by grinding my hardness against her stomach.
Her eyes glaze over as she lets out a cute as fuck moan. Just when I think I’ve got her and lean down to take her lips again, she shakes herself from her lust-induced fog and pushes against me. I cling to her like glue and pick her up, and she has no choice but to hug her legs around my waist. Since she doesn’t want my kiss, something I find highly disappointing, I latch my lips onto her neck instead.
Her warm pussy meets my hard cock, forcing a deep groan from my throat. I stumble until her back meets something solid, and I grind harder against her. She whimpers, and it sends sparks straight to my dick. She grips my hair, and I shove my hips forward, harder again.
I’ve lost all inhibitions when it comes to her. We’re in a public fucking parking lot, for Christ’s sake, and I can’t find the will to care. I’m no better than the people inside the club behind us.
“Either let me go so we can go to my place,” she moans to the black sky, “or fuck me right now.”
I nip where her shoulder meets her neck, before pulling back and unwrapping her legs from around my waist.
“As much as I want to do that, I don’t think the owner of this car will appreciate us fucking against it.” I take a step back, satisfied she looks just as turned on as me. “Lead the way. I’ll follow.”
She pushes her skirt down that rode up while I was riding her covered pussy. Licking her lips, she sends me a smoldering look before she smiles.
“Keep up. I’ll see you in a few.”
I turn to go to my truck, when I think of something. “Condoms. Do we need to get any?”
She’s already headed to her little red Beetle, but turns and answers with a simple, “No.”
I don’t waste any time in making it to my truck. I see her tail lights and follow. I understand why she said to keep up; she likes to go fast. I wonder if she’s the same with sex. Does she like fast and rough, or slow and sweet? I get the sense it’ll be the former, which is fine with me. I can definitely do rough.
Right on time, twenty minutes later, we’re pulling into an apartment complex. I lock up my truck and walk over to the stairs that lead to the second and third level where she’s standing. She looks hot, and not in the sense that she’s sexy. Sweat has broken out across her forehead, and her cheeks look pink. I take stock of the weather and note the cool breeze. She grabs my hand and practically drags me up the stairs.
“You okay?” I ask, as we walk up to a cream-colored door.
“Yes. I’m really horny, and need you to fuck me,” she answers bluntly.
Okay, I can handle that. Fuck knows my body is vibrating with the need to fuck her as well.
She pulls a pair of keys from her small purse and unlocks the door in record time. Dragging me through, I don’t have time to look around before I’m pushed against the now closed door and her hands are in my hair. Grabbing her ass, I hoist her up and turn around, forcing her back against the wall. I figured we’d maybe have drinks o
r talk first, but she clearly wants to skip the pleasantries and head straight for the good stuff.
I’m game.
When her legs lock around my hips, I release one hand from her ass to help her out of her shirt, as hers reach for the bottom of mine. I help her by gripping the back and yanking it over my head. I stare down at the half cups of her bra that barely cover her nipples. My mouth waters, so I pull one down and take a pink nipple into my hungry mouth. She tastes so fucking sweet. I feel the vibrations of her moan on my tongue, and it only makes me hungrier for her.
Her hips almost push me backwards with her forceful thrusts against my cock. I growl and rock into her. Her grip on my hair tugs my head back, and I look at her questionably.
“Take my bra off,” she pants. “I want your mouth on my other nipple.”
I oblige by reaching back with expert skill and unclip her bra. She maneuvers it off and it falls to the floor beside us. I suck the other nipple into my mouth, loving the way the hard tip feels against my tongue.
“Bedroom,” I grunt.
“Down the hall, at the end.”
Releasing her nipple, I place both hands back on her ass and walk down a dark hallway. Her mouth latches onto my neck, and I nearly stumble because it feels so good. I love her mouth on me. I can’t wait to have her mouth on other parts of my body.
The door is open at the end of the hallway, so I walk through and head straight for the bed. Her legs release my hips, and her feet land on the floor. She immediately moves to the nightstand, opens the drawer, and pulls out two condoms. She throws one on the bed and the other on top of the nightstand.
“Take your pants off,” she says, almost nervously, as she works off her skirt.
I can’t see that well in the room through the darkness, but I could swear she grimaces when she bends over to take her panties off. The look is gone when she stands back up and walks over to me. My pants and briefs are at my knees. Using her foot, she pushes them the rest of the way down. Next, her hand goes to my cock, and it jerks in her palm when she gives it a stroke.
