by Aurora, Lexi
Still…something about JByrd seems to jive in a way that things never did with Tommy. He’s a cocky son of a bitch, but there has to be some good in him. He saved our lives after all, for no discernable reason. Tommy wouldn’t put his life on the line for anyone, not even me… That doesn’t mean I won’t put the pretty boy in his place.
“You seem like the kind of guy who can handle a self-serve feel up,” I retort. His eyes bulge, and in that moment, it strikes me just how big this guy is. Tommy’s a big ol’ boy, but he’s mostly gut. JByrd was the tall type with the muscular build to match. If he wanted something from me bad enough, I was pretty confident that he could take it. An almost primal fear creeps up my spine as he looks as if his expression could shift to one of rage at any moment.
“Damn, Felicia,” he finally explodes, and to my shock, his body is shaking with laughter. He shakes his head in disbelief, as if he can’t believe the nerve I have. For my part, I can’t believe it either. “You’re a sharp one. It’s a wonder Tommy the Tank can handle a little spitfire like you.” Jeff smiles, running a hand through his dark and shaggy hair. He looks up, meeting my gaze warmly. “And it looks like I finally got a smile out of you,” he hums. I realize with a start that I am, in fact, smiling, but hadn’t yet noticed.
“Not because you managed to charm me or somethin’ like that, rich boy,” I say, though the words come out with a bit less certainty than I’d like. “It’s just that you street boys are usually all the same. You know, like Tommy,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around myself. He quirks a brow, considering me with more kindness than I’ve seen in the last five years of my life.
“And what, exactly, is Tommy like?” he prompts, taking a step closer to me. I can only think that he plans to pull a fast one on me, so I shift back on my heel, away from him.
“You know, J. Hot-headed, tends to talk with his fists instead of his lips,” I manage grudgingly. He seems taken aback, tensing his hands into fists at his side. I don’t know why I’m opening up to anyone like this, let alone someone like Jeffrey Byrd.
“He hits you, doesn’t he?” he says bluntly, and I try to fight my instinctual, deer-in-the-headlights stare. I neither confirm nor deny, but Jeff seems to take the hint. His clenches his fists tighter, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve gone from a bad situation to a worse one. “You can’t think every man in the world would be that much of a dirtbag,” he whispers, sending chills up my spine.
“I guess I’ll never know,” I chuckle.
“Atlanta’s a big town. You’re convinced that there’s not a nice guy in the whole city?” Jeff says.
“Big towns mean jack when you’re caught in the wrong crowd. No one with a lick of sense in his head is going to make a move on Tommy’s girl.” I smirk knowingly. The last thing I expect is for him to turn a determined smile upon me, reaching down to grip me by the chin. I stiffen in his grip, but can’t stop the the tremors going through my body.
“There are bigger things in this world than Tommy Lopez and these mean streets, sweetheart,” he grins. There’s a dangerous glint in his eye, and my heart skips a beat. I hate to admit it, but the man has me under his spell. I’m beginning to see why women would drop to their knees for him.
Fortunately, before I can do anything too foolish, the nurse slips back in from the exam room and catches our attention.
“Miss Campbell? Your boyfriend has asked to see you,” she announces drolly. Jeff catches my gaze and for the briefest of moments, I can imagine slipping away with him. Taking off into the night, going to a place where no one knows our names.
Maybe in another lifetime.
I stride past the nurse, ire creeping up on me as she locks her gaze on the man I had turned my back on. I offer her a smile that’s neither kind nor sincere, shoving past her to get into the room where my beau awaits.
“Damn, baby, you look like something a cat dragged in,” Tommy slurs, and I manage to keep from rolling my eyes. I approach the hospital bed, examining the bandages on the side of his scalp. The glaze in his eyes tells me all I need to know about how doped up he is, and as he reaches out to take me by the hand, unpleasant chills creep up my spine. While I’ve never been particularly enamored by his touch, it doesn’t jive whatsoever right now. He offers me a toothy grin, and I’m repulsed to see that a few of his teeth had been knocked out when his face smashed into the steering wheel. He seems utterly unaware of the fact, and I see no sense drawing it to his attention.
“You’re looking pretty good yourself, Tom,” I say coolly, receiving a wheeze of laughter in response.
“Christ, what the hell happened out there? I can’t remember shit,” he babbles, resting his fingertips against the bandages on his head.
“You got smashed. Literally,” I find myself smirking. He tilts his head curiously, and I feel like a snake charmer tempting a rattlesnake. “The car’s destroyed. You’re out of the game for a while, Tommy boy. Not that it’s my problem,” I continue, resting my hip against the side of his hospital bed. The heart monitor, which has been beeping steadily , begins to sound more rapidly. I can see the gears turning in old Tom’s head, and if he weren’t so weak in the moment, I have no doubt that he would strike me.
“What the fuck are you on about?” he bites out, his cheeks flushed with anger. I press my lips into a thin line, leaning in to speak clearly to him.
“You crashed and burned, baby boy. The rat rod looked like it lost a fight with a can opener, and I don’t plan to stick around. I’m leaving you, Lopez,” I enunciate, taking a silent pleasure in the angry bulge of his eyes. Maybe I’ve gotten cocky, but the man in the hospital bed looks a lot less intimidating than the Tommy Lopez I knew and loathed.
“You gotta be shitting me. Please tell me you’re just fuckin’ around,” he demands, sitting upright in the bed. I step away, putting some distance between us.
“Afraid not. You nearly got us killed. If Jeffrey Byrd hadn’t dragged us out from under the wreckage–,” I began, only for Tommy to cut me short.
“You mean the pretty boy billionaire? Oh, I see why you’re being such a saucy bitch now. Getting attention from a guy like that really must have gotten your panties wet. Let me guess, you blow him or something?” he says snidely. There’s a rage in his gaze, and my gut instinct is to correct him. I’m tempted to spew some nonsense about how there was no other man for me, just his stupid ass. Call it foolishness, or maybe for once I’d grown a pair, but I felt no desire to feed this man’s ego any longer. Maybe, just maybe, there is another man for me.
“Yeah, his dick’s about twice the size of yours too,” I lie slyly, swallowing my amusement at the utterly stricken expression on my boyfriend’s face. Though, I suppose at this rate, he’d more likely be an ex-boyfriend.
“I’ll bash your pretty face in,” Tommy begins angrily, but I simply smile, turning my back on him to slip out of the room. Jeffrey Byrd lingers at the nurses’ desk, idly chatting with the women on duty. He looks up as I step out of Tom’s room, and the nurses are alarmed to hear the angry screams coming from behind the closed door.
“Care to take a girl home, JByrd?” I smile. He puts his lips in a wry grin, tilting his head towards the exit. I move quickly to fall into step beside him, and he wraps an arm around me as we walk out of the waiting area of the emergency room. I can feel the female nurse’s eyes boring into the back of my skull as we walk, but for once in my life, I feel at ease.
“So I take it that Tommy wasn’t happy to hear about his car,” Jeff muses aloud, and I try to stifle a laugh.
“He was even less happy to hear about me blowing a pretty boy billionaire,” I say slyly. Jeffrey’s eyes widen, and he looks from left to right as if searching for someone.
“How many billionaires are there in this town? Jeez, did I miss my chance?” he gasps. I roll my eyes, laughing out loud and giving him a slight shove.
“Keep it up and you just might. Learn to take a hint, J, I am asking you to take me home,” I hum. He trails behind me, and
I take a moment to saunter a bit, putting a swing in my hips as I walk ahead of him.
“Damn, girl,” he murmurs, coming up behind me and pressing me against the side of his car. I can feel the jutting bulge of his manhood pressing against my rear, and I exhale a shaky breath. It’s obvious that my joke about him being nearly twice the size of Tommy wasn’t far from the truth. In the past, I may have felt nervous or trapped by my current position: pinned between Jeff and his car. For the moment, however, it’s all I can do to keep from pressing back against him. It’s all I can do to deny my desire to grind against his stiffening member until he’s spent all over my lower back. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, his breath ghosting against my ear. I smirk, shifting to face him more fully.
“Why don’t you find out when you take me home?” I smile cheekily. He takes a step back, looping his fingers in the front loops of my jeans and pulling me to the passenger side of his car. He pulls the door open, gesturing for me to get inside. I oblige him, giving him ample view of my rear as I slip into his car. He closes the door behind me, bracing himself against the outer panel of the car. He squeezes his eyes closed for a moment, and I lick my lips while imagining his face fully twisted in pleasure. I tap on the window, and he jerks back to attention. He swiftly circles around the car, getting in the driver’s seat and starting the engine. Abandoning all attempts at subtlety, I reach across the center console to brush my fingertips along his inner thigh. He groans softly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
“You’re going to make me drive us into a ditch at this rate,” he grits out, and I laugh airily, dragging my fingers up to the crotch of his jeans. I can feel his stiff length pressing against the restricting garment, and I cup him in my palm to try and get a proper idea of his actual size.
“You could always pull over,” I murmur, slyly reaching up to pop the button on his jeans. He exhales a shuddering breath, keeping one hand on the wheel and reaching down to press my palm more firmly against his clothed manhood. “Or, we could test your concentration,” I hum, slipping my hand into his briefs and grasping his length. It throbs in my palm, and his jaw is clenched so tight, it looks as if his teeth may crack.
“Your call, baby girl. However you want it,” he hisses out. I smile, watching the subtle twitch of his jaw with each slight stroke of my hand. The speedometer is dialing up with each passing second, and as I brush my thumb to the tip of his member, we max out at over one-hundred miles per hour. Though I’ve never been the sort of thrill seeker to enjoy the fast rides I’ve been on, I’m beginning to see where there may be some appeal. After the crash I’d already had earlier that day, however, I opt to play it safe. I draw my hand away from him, leaning in to press a kiss to his clenched jaw.
“When we get to my apartment, JByrd. Just a little longer. Can you hold out for me, baby boy?” I coo. He manages a nod, focusing his attention on the road as much as he can in the moment. There’s a heat pooling at the apex of my thighs at the thought of having his face buried between them, and I squirm in my seat as the scenery flies by. “Take a left here,” I grunt out, and he turns swiftly, pulling up to the apartment complex I gesture to. He sweeps into a parking spot, turning to quirk one of those panty-melting smiles at me. I fumble to pull my keys out of my pocket, lurching out of the car and waiting for him to follow suit. When he does, his erection is making an obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. He manages to remain smooth and somewhat composed in spite of it, approaching me and catching my lips in a searing kiss. I moan against him, pulling away reluctantly and grasping him by the hand. I all but drag him to my apartment door, fumbling with the lock as his hand glides up and down my back. When I’m able to push the door open, he’s upon me immediately. “Eager, aren’t we?” I gasp out, mewling as he fondles me through my shirt.
“You have no idea, baby. Where’s the bedroom in this place?” Jeff growls, and I swear I nearly cream my panties then and there. I point in the direction of the bedroom, and he scoops me up. I squeal, wrapping my legs around him and finding that I rather like the position. He presses eager kisses to the exposed skin of my neck, and I tilt my head to allow him better access. I tangle my hands in his hair, and as we step into my bedroom, he pushes me onto the bed with a thump. I grin up at him, and he returns the expression eagerly, slipping his jacket off his shoulders. He’s wearing a skin-tight, white t-shirt underneath, and it clings to him in all the right places. It’s skin on skin contact I want, however. I sit up, slipping my hands under his shirt and sliding them up his washboard abs. He allows me to tug his shirt off, and I toss it aside, exploring his well-formed pectoral muscles with my hands. I brush my finger to a nipple, and he hums in appreciation.
“I have to taste you,” I whisper, and he moans as I lean in and drag my tongue across the expanse of his chest. He’s smooth and obviously takes good care of himself. I can’t count the times I’d made love to Tommy and he tasted like old garbage. Tommy is the last thing I want to think about in this moment, however. I lower my hands, dipping towards his happy trail. He grabs my arms, pushing me on my back before I can progress any further. He grins mischievously, and I breathe a shuddering breath as he settles just at my hips, his thighs on either side of me. I can feel his bulge pressing against my clothed groin, and I shift my hips to get a bit of friction. He clenches his jaw, pinning my hips with his own.
“Who’s eager now?” he says slyly, slipping his knife free from his pocket. He grins viciously, and while I know I should be afraid, I’m only excited by the prospect of what he plans to do with it. He slips it beneath my shirt, cutting straight through the fabric until the fabric lies in tattered remains at my side. “Seems like this little number can barely hold you in,” he teases, grazing the blade of his knife between the cups of my bra. I roll my eyes, pressing my breasts together against the blade of the knife.
“Well, I wouldn’t be too sad to see it go the way of my shirt,” I murmur, releasing my breasts. They bounce just slightly in their confines, and he bites his lip. His hips jerk against my own, and he takes the hint to slice through the fabric of my lacy bra as well. The steel of his blade is cool against my skin, and it sends chills through my entire body. As my breasts are fully exposed, he swiftly pockets his knife and explores my exposed skin with his calloused hands. He lowers his head, lavishing my chest with sloppy swipes of his tongue. I squirm beneath him, breathy little gasps spilling past my lips. “Come on, Jbyrd. I feel like I’m gonna fall apart. Just fuck me already,” I demand. He seems vaguely taken aback, but simply smiles in response. He shifts away from me, unzipping his jeans and shoving them down his hips. When his massive length springs free, I feel my mouth go dry. The sheer girth of it is impressive, and I’ve never been one to fawn over a man’s prick, but God do I want to wrap my hands around it.
“Do you like what you see?” he grins, running his hand along his own length. I nod, swallowing the thick lump that forms in my throat. His hands settle upon the button of my own jeans, popping it free and pulling my zipper down almost agonizingly slow. I draw my lip between my teeth as he pulls my jeans down. “No panties? Naughty girl,” he murmurs, and I redden in spite of myself.
“I thought you’d figured that out by now,” I manage. He grins, taking a moment to simply stare at the apex of my thighs.
“You’re absolutely soaked,” he announces grandly. I huff a little indignantly, wiggling my hips impatiently. He runs a finger along my slit, gathering my essence before drawing it to his lips. My mouth falls agape as he tastes me, a rumble of pleasure coming deep from his chest. “And so sweet,” he grins. I’m all but ready to grab him and force him inside when he guides himself to my entrance. I tense my hands in the sheets on either side of me as he slides inside. We moan simultaneously, and it might have been amusing if it weren’t so damn sexy. I grab him by the shoulders, bracing myself as he begins to move his hips at a leisurely pace.
“I know you can do better than that,” I bite out, and he considers me for a mo
ment before pulling his hips back and slamming into me so hard I bounce higher on the bed. “That’s better,” I whisper in a daze, and he continues as the same pace, pistoning into me. I’d already been close, but as he lowers his lips to my neck, sucking what would turn out to bea large purple mark on my skin, I feel myself teetering on the edge. I try to hold out, but he shifts his hips and just manages to graze my g-spot. I cry out as I cum, clenching around him as he continues to thrust sloppily. His face is flushed, and there should be nothing romantic or tender about the situation. However, there’s a vaguely familiar ache in my heart as he looks at me with pure adoration. He presses our lips together sweetly as I ride out my orgasm, drawing away to finish himself off with his hand. He spills his load all over my stomach, and I smile unabashedly as he slumps beside me.
