Kid

by Korry Smith

  “And you do this by lying to me?”

  “That’s it!” He lifted me up and threw me on the bed. “You want the fucking truth? Well, here it is: I can’t trust you not to fuck shit up.”

  And like that, he ripped my heart out. The pain of such a gutting would have been disabling, but I was a fighter. I had a keen way of channeling my hurt into anger.

  I sat up on my elbows and imagined squishing his head. “I’m a fuckup?”

  “You asked for honesty, kid.”

  “If I’m such a fuckup, why did you bother bringing me?”

  He laughed and smacked his head. “You mean I could have left your ass at home? Why didn’t I fucking think of that?”

  “Make your point.”

  “My point is, princess, it’s not that easy, all right? I’ve tried to not fucking involve you in all this shit, with all the robberies and then with Miguel, but you don’t fucking listen to me. All I can do is minimize the damage and pray that you don’t get shot.”

  “I’m so sorry that I am such a fucking disruption to your perfect little existence.” I got off the bed. “It’s best if we cut our losses now and break up.”

  He stretched his arms out and blocked my escape. “You’re just going to fucking leave me for being honest with you?”

  “Yup,” I said, but that wasn’t the only reason. He didn’t trust me and saw me as a burden. How could I stay after knowing that?

  “Where are you going to go?”

  “I don’t know, and frankly, I don’t care, just as long as it’s far away from you.”

  We danced, back and forth; I moved right, and he followed, cutting me off at every turn.

  “And you think I’m just going to stand here and let you walk out on me?”

  “You don’t have a choice in the matter.”

  “The fuck I don’t!” Enraged with his jaw tightly clenched, he went to grab me but slipped up.

  I predicted his direction and countered it, dodging under his arm. He spun around and grasped a hold of my wrists, pulling me back with rough and powerful exertion. I pounded my fists on his chest and wriggled myself out of his grip.

  As I turned to run for the door, his hands were on my hips, fingers digging into me. He was going to keep me here by force if he had to, but I had to get away from him so that I could obsessively sit and think about him while the space between us got wider.

  In my frazzled state, with confusion and adrenaline pumping through my veins, I didn’t realize what I was doing until it was in my hands and aimed at his head.

  It stopped him in his tracks, those beautiful and alluring eyes wide with surprise. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “I’m breaking up with you.”

  “And pointing your gun at me is the way to accomplish that?”

  I never wavered and stepped back. “Yes.”

  “Okay,” he said, pursuing me with his hands up. “But in the future, you might want to cock the gun when you point it at someone, or otherwise,” and he moved fast, snatching the gun from my hand, and spinning me around, “this will happen.” He flattened me against his chest; his forearm wrapped tightly around my neck with the loaded and cocked gun pointed at my head. “And now you’re dead.”

  I clawed at his skin. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

  He pressed the muzzle of the Glock harder into my temple. “I should fucking kill you right now, Madi.”

  “Do it,” I said, panting heavily. “I fucking dare you.”

  The most twisted part?

  I wasn’t scared. That hard steel and the gritted threat made me hot for him.

  “All right, you wanna act like a fucking kid?” Lowering the gun from my head, he gently set it down on the table. “Then I’m gonna fucking punish you like one.”

  I blinked. “What?”

  He kept me in a headlock and walked me towards the bed. None of it made any sense until he was sitting and forcing me belly-down on his lap. I realized all too late what he intended to do.

  “No, Alex!” I squirmed, but he draped his right leg over mine and pinned me down with his left forearm between my shoulder blades, making it impossible for me to evade my spanking.

  “How many do you think, princess?” He patted my ass with his hand. “Three? One for lying to me.” Smack. “Another one for breaking your promise to me.” A harder, deeper smack. “And then, finally, one for pointing your fucking gun at me.” Smack, smack! He leaned down and whispered into my ear. “That last one deserved two.”

  I could feel him smiling, caressing out the sting that reverberated through my heated and reddened cheeks, easing the pain with a soft rub.

  “You’re such an asshole!” I fought, wiggling my body in a valiant effort to remove myself from his lap, but Alex was stronger than me and keeping me put was an easy feat for him.

  “Ten more, you say?”

  “No!” The loud snap of a painful smack muffled my protest.

  “Count them out.” He tenderly stroked my backside.

  “One,” I said, my voice shaky, expecting the next sharp and tingling whack of his hand.

  It was quick, painful, and erotic, and I cried out with a whimper.

  “I wanna hear you this time.”

  “Two!”

  My legs were trembling.

  Smack and rub.

  I winced. “Three.”

  Smack and rub.

  As the count got higher, my cries got louder, and I could feel Alex grow hard underneath me. Each ceremonious spank on my backside left me breathless and aroused. By the time ten came around, I was off Alex’s lap and flat on my back with him above me, yanking my pants off. He grabbed my hands and lifted me up and undressed me. I helped him take off his leather jacket and sweatshirt; the black V-neck was the last thing to go. I traced my hands down his hard chest, fingers ghosting over his nipple piercings. He shivered at my touch, eyes locking with mine before a devious smile overtook his handsome face.

  “On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

  Rolling over, I pushed my ass into the air, and he groaned, palming, and petting my rounded and inflamed skin, undoubtedly admiring his work.

  It was sore to the touch, and I flinched, slightly moving away.

  Grabbing my hips and yanking me back, he shoved his pelvis into me. “Fucking stay.”

  Then a sharp sting of his hand to my bare cheek made my pussy tingle. He told me to be a good girl, but I vowed to misbehave more often.

  The bed jostled a moment later as he left me there with my ass up. I listened as he moved around the room, setting down his Colt, and taking off his jeans. Even as hyperaware of him as I was, Alex still managed to catch me off guard with his touch. He brushed the hair away from my neck and placed a kiss below my ear.

  “You ready for me?” he whispered.

  Dropping my head down, I buried my face deep into the mattress and nodded.

  Taking a firm hold of my waist, he slid his cock slowly and torturously along my slit, getting reacquainted before forcefully pushing into me. He wasn’t gentle, but brutal and unrestrained, ramming and fucking me harder than ever. I clutched the sheets and whimpered; each thrust was a form of aggression, and he was taking it all out on me.

  I fucking loved it.

  The rougher, the better.

  As if he read my mind, he took a handful of my hair and jerked my head back, attacking my exposed throat with his mouth. He bit down and sucked on my flesh, causing the blood to rush to the surface of my skin and deepen into a possessive mark.

  I screamed, loud and unabashed, pleading for him to fucking ruin me.

  He grunted and cursed, smacking my ass, and driving faster and harder. Every inch of me filled with him, but I still wanted and needed more.

  Pulling out, he slapped me with his cock. I moaned, and he flipped me over on my back. Alex grabbed my ankles in one swift, effortless motion and dragged my ass to the edge of the bed. His hands slid up my legs, the chill from the overhead fan puckering the skin, and wi
th a secure grip to my thighs, he spread my legs open and forced my knees up to my chest.

  I raised up on my elbows to watch him, but as soon as his hot, wet mouth attacked me, I lost all thought and went crashing back down to the bed.

  My breaths were short, and my body twitched with the feel of his crude and impatient tongue, licking, and plunging into me. I grasped the sheets and bunched them into my sides, panting and mumbling his name incoherently and repeatedly.

  Alex groaned and pulled me closer to his face, frantic now, sucking my sensitive clit into his mouth. The rumble of his hums was maddening, and I stopped breathing, screwed my eyes shut, and lost myself in the pleasure he was giving me.

  The muscles in my stomach tightened, and my thighs quivered. There was tension building in the center of my body, and it traveled down with an intense tingle, exiting my toes. His teeth grazed me, the suction becoming unbearable, and then, without warning, he bit down.

  “Fuck!” I cried, eyes shooting open and my back arching off the bed.

  It hurt like a bitch, but I wanted more.

  Reaching out and placing my hand on the back of his head, I rocked against his mouth and pleaded for him to continue. Alex chuckled, tickling me with the vibrations, as he added two fingers. Long and languid strokes of his tongue on my swollen lips was mind blowing, but when he went knuckles deep, grasping every inch, it threw my last bit of self-control over the edge. I bucked my hips upward, pushing my pussy into his face and suffocating him. He forced me back down with his hand on my stomach and kept me still.

  I curled my toes and whimpered, “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “I need…” The darkness in his eyes watched the pleasure consume me as his tongue peeked out, “…more.” I sighed, biting my lip as he inserted three—No! Four fingers into me, stretching his girl at all sides.

  The fire raged as he pumped in and out, shallow, and slow at first, but quickly turning rough-and-needy, faster, and more in-depth.

  He was kissing me, sucking my lips, and pulling the aching nub into his mouth, and driving me up the fucking wall. I ground myself all over him again, but he kept my ass securely on the bed. Slowly, he removed his fingers, only going back to fuck me with two, and he curled them upward, hitting the spot that made the urge of my release to grow.

  “Shit,” I moaned and stiffened, my climax coming violent and swift.

  Alex removed his heated breath before the waves were over and rose from his knees. He crawled up on the bed to join me, and my head lolled from side to side, drunk and tired.

  “I’m not done,” he warned.

  Hooking his arm under my knee, he lifted my leg up high and drove his cock deep inside. Faster and harder, he fucked me like a feral animal, and little by little, Alex was losing himself. I tried to grip his shoulders, but he shrugged off my touch and bent down to take my nipple. Sucking relentlessly and passionately, he hummed as he licked and bit that pebbled peak.

  “Alex! Oh, shit! Yes!” I cried out and clawed my nails down his back.

  “God damn!” He attacked my mouth.

  Rocking his hips into me as I rolled mine to meet his, our bed creaked loudly, and the headboard slammed against the wall under the force of the fucking. It drowned out our moans and the smacking of our sweaty bodies coming together. Continuing with his mad and wild pace, Alex touched me more profoundly with each stroke, and my pussy clenched around him. He felt it too, and his cock flinched in response. We were both on the cusp, but his determination to make me come again drove him to extremes. Thrusting and stilling, bringing us as close as possible, my guy would slowly pull out, all the way to the tip, and then with force, he would pound back into me.

  Shoving my hands in his hair, I pulled him down. “Fucking tell me.”

  “I love you.” He grunted against my lips, but the roughness and strained emotion in his voice was what made my life unravel.

  I came with a loud moan, cursing the heavens.

  Alex hissed, lifting himself up and crashing into me. He stared into my eyes, watching me watching him. All the muscles in his arms flexed and tightened, his brow furrowed in concentration. Pulling out, he stroked and jerked his cock, squeezing the head, and coming all over my stomach and chest in hot, white spurts.

  He groaned and huffed a loud and thunderous, “Fuck!” Collapsing beside me, he panted as the shivers consumed and wrecked him.

  It took a moment for his breathing to return to normal, but I stayed still, unsure if I should move. Alex noticing my predicament, rolled over and grabbed his discarded shirt, wiping off the mess. He balled it up and threw it across the room. I could move freely now, but my old man wasn’t allowing an inch of space between us. Taking a keen hold of my hips, he pulled me ass-first into his body.

  We stayed frozen in this moment.

  His rapid heart pounded in his chest, and each beat I felt strongly against my back. Counting the thump-thumps, I slowly traced my fingers up and down his arm. When I got to a hundred, Alex squeezed me and broke the silence.

  “Why did you lie?”

  I grimaced. “I didn’t want you to know your mom was there.”

  “Did you talk with her?”

  “No, she was too drugged up.”

  “Then why didn’t you say something?”

  I was glad that I couldn’t see his face; otherwise, I would have never had the courage to tell him, but the truth came out quiet and rushed, barely above a sigh.

  “Because I almost killed your mom.”

  Shifting on the bed, Alex hovered over me. “What?”

  I covered my face with my hands and confessed my sins. “I was going to shoot your mother, but I couldn’t because she looked too much like you.”

  He pulled my hands away, and I closed my eyes, afraid of what I might see.

  “Baby. Please, look at me.”

  I cracked one eye open, fearful still of what was awaiting me, but stunned to see that he was looking down at me with adoration.

  “I’m not mad.”

  “You’re not?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  He bit his lip and shrugged. “Because I almost wasted yours.”

  That got my attention, and I shot straight up in the bed, eyes wide. “What? When?”

  “That night at the police station. When I was late to save you from Terry, it was because I was with her.”

  The night was vaguely an available memory to me.

  “Are you serious?”

  “I could have killed Susan. I followed her to the bathroom with my gun cocked and safety off, but at the last possible second, she turned around, and all I could see was you.”

  I wanted to be mad at him for not telling me, but I understood why he didn’t.

  “That’s the sweetest thing ever,” I said, leaning into him, and kissing those pouty lips.

  He laughed. “We’re a fucked-up pair, kid.”

  “That’s what makes us so perfect together,” I murmured against his mouth, seeking to deepen the kiss and taste his tongue.

  Pulling away, he held me out at arm’s length and spoke with this unfathomable anguish. “You’ll stay? You won’t leave me?”

  “I can’t leave you.” I smiled weakly. “You’re like air to me.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  My eyes stayed glued to the clock on the bedside table as the neon numbers slowly ticked on. It was ten minutes past midnight, and my brain refused to shut down. Thoughts upon treacherous thoughts plagued me with doubt. Alex’s distrust raged the loudest.

  It was crazy how distracted I’d become once he touched me. All my anger would fall away, and my argument would be over. It wasn’t until after the tingling electricity faded that I would come out of my Alex induced trance.

  Just like now.

  I’d spent the last four hours lying in bed replaying the fight over and over in my head. The low blows and hateful words didn’t bother me as much as the truth did. The fact that he felt he had to lie to
me because I was an unreliable fuck-up made me sick.

  I tried to delude myself into thinking he didn’t mean it or was just upset with me, but he was right.

  I was the worst thing that ever happened to Alex Ryan.

  If I were smart, I would end the madness and leave.

  But of course, I am a stupid and selfish girl. All I wanted was him, and I refused, beyond all sensible reason, to give him up.

  “Ugh,” I growled, flipping on my back in a huff and jostling the bed. I pressed my fingers to my eyes, hoping to gouge the fuckers out. It was these kinds of thoughts, self-loathing and relentless, that kept me up. I didn’t know how to make them stop.

  “Madi…” Alex reached out to me, his voice raspy and deep.

  I’d woke him up with my pouting, not my intention, but still, I had to bite my lip to stop my smile. There was something about misery loving company.

  “…Baby,” he said, scooting across the bed, and pulling me to him. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” Taking him up on the invitation, I rolled into his arms and buried my face in the comfort of his embrace.

  “Sure.”

  The word ‘fine’ was code for shit. The soft strokes Alex was making along my back with his fingers were a truth serum, and it was a matter of time before I spilled all my most inner thoughts to him. He waited and waited, and caressed and stroked until, finally, I cracked.

  “I’m going to stay here tomorrow.”

  The stroking stopped, and there was roaring from his chest, my ear hard-pressed against it.

  “What are you talking about?”

  This part was going to be difficult. I was reopening a topic we fought about, but we made-up. The slate wiped clean. Things were good between us, and case closed. That’s what having sex meant.

  Or so he thought.

  None of it resolved on my end.

  “I’m not going with you to do the bank job.”

  He pulled back to look at me, darkness doing nothing to mask his fucking face. The pensive expression mixed with an unruly bed-head and a protruding lip was my undoing.

  “But I need you there.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You don’t need me there.”

  “The fuck I don’t!” He jerked me back into him, closer and more intimate. “You’re my partner in crime, kid. We do this shit together.”