by Marie York
Chapter Sixteen
Mila
I searched for my clothes and pulled them on. That sex was amazing. Beyond amazing. But it was a mistake. I knew I should have walked away when I did, but when his hand clamped down on my wrist, all of my self-control was lost to the desire in his eyes.
“You have to get up early tomorrow,” I said, as he tried to nuzzle my neck.
“So do you, but wouldn’t you say this was worth it?”
I forced a smile and nodded, even though every ounce of me was telling me to run. “I got to go,” I said, and opened the door.
His hand caught mine, and he stopped me. “You can go as long as you’re not running.”
What scared me most was we barely knew each other, yet he could read me better than people I knew for years. I felt like he was in my head, perusing my every thought. It was unnerving. I was still reeling from the sex we just had, yet I knew I needed to get away from him. Far away.
“Who runs in flip flops?” I joked, hoping the smile I was plastering on my face would hide the truth.
“I want to take you out,” he said. “When are you free next?”
“I’m not sure. I have to check my schedule.”
“Check it and get back to me.”
“I will.”
He got out of the car, his hand still wrapped around mine, and he gave me a lingering kiss. “I’ll see you later,” he said and climbed into the driver side.
I gave a wave and headed to my apartment, hoping he didn’t see me running.
Chapter Seventeen
Knox
It had been a week since I last saw Mila. I called her every day since the night we had dinner and I fucked her in my truck, but she hadn’t returned my calls. I was about to show up on her doorstep when Julius showed up on mine instead. He was in town for a couple nights, and wanted to go out. I needed a distraction to get my mind off Mila, so I agreed on one condition. We didn’t go to the Honey Pot.
I wanted Mila so fucking bad, but I was going to do it my way. Showing up at her job where she entertained other guys wasn’t my idea of a good night. If Julius wanted to go out, we were going somewhere else. Of course, the pervert still wanted to go to a strip club. I swore to God the amount of money he spent on strippers could have cured hunger in a small country.
We walked into The Gaslight, a shady club on the outskirts of town, and headed over to a table front and center to the stage. Half the staff knew Julius, so I just laughed and shook my head. He ordered a beer and I ordered water. I already screwed my diet with the lasagna. It was time I got my shit back on track. I had a fight coming up, and couldn’t afford to poison my body with extra carbs and chemicals.
The lights dimmed, and Julius clapped. “We got here just in time,” he said.
I couldn’t care less about the girl coming on stage. All I cared about was Mila. I missed her, and I wondered where she was at this very moment. I hoped she wasn’t giving some sleazebag a lap dance. The idea of it sent anger coursing through my veins. She was mine, and the thought of anyone else touching her, or looking at her, was making me crazy. Rationally, I knew it was her job, but I didn’t want her putting herself on display for other guys anymore.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, so I diverted my attention to the stage hoping to forget about the girl who I was finding impossible to shake. I watched as the next act came on stage.
No, it couldn’t be. No fucking way was I seeing what I thought I was. I had to be hallucinating. I blinked a few times trying to clear my vision, thinking I had imagined it.
My eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. It was clear as fucking day. Enraged, I stood up, unbuttoned my shirt, and stomped over to the stage. Mila would lose her shit if she was here right now.
Julius jumped up and called my name, but I ignored him. “Dude, where the fuck are you going?” he yelled as I stormed toward the stage.
I wasn’t exactly thrilled with Mila taking her clothes off, but this was definitely not okay.
Some asshole whistled and I jumped away from the stage, wrapping my hand around his neck. The anger surged as I tried to keep from choking him to death.
“Whoa! What the hell dude. Chill out.” My grip tightened and his face went completely red.
“Chill out!” I yelled. “She’s fucking sixteen years old you pervert.” I turned to the stage and my eyes locked on Mackenzie’s. She used her hands to cover her chest, but the damage was already done.
“Knox!” Mackenzie gasped just as I was tackled.
The End
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~ Keep reading for an excerpt from Imperfect Chaos ~
The slut I’d been training wanted me to go out back with her, and who was I to deny a horny female my dick? She’d been subtly hinting at it for weeks now. I’d tell her to stretch, and she’d purposely turn around and bend over so her ass was practically in my face. It was a nice ass too, thanks to me. Before she walked into my gym, it was a sagging mess. Now, it was tight and perfectly round. I couldn’t wait to see how my hard work paid off.
Hayley got to her car beside the dumpster in the dark corner of the parking lot and sat on the hood, grabbing me by the neck of my t-shirt. It was after nine, and there weren’t many cars left in the lot. Her lips crushed onto mine, and I pulled her ponytail to show her who was in charge. A whimper muffled against our mouths, and her body went lax as she began to submit to me.
“You want my cock inside you,” I said, pushing it into her center.
She went to kiss me again, and I wrapped her hair around my hand, and gave it another tug. I wasn’t here to fucking make out.
“Don’t you?” I demanded, grabbing her hand, and placing it on my throbbing erection. Her fingers cupped my balls through my shorts, and then moved up stroking my dick.
“Oh yes,” she moaned, her eyes hooded with desire. All these girls were the same. Pay a little attention to them, and they’d drop to their knees and suck your dick with little to no questions asked.
I got plenty of blowjobs in this parking lot, but tonight, I needed more of a release, and I knew Hayley was game based on her reputation, and the way she practically undressed me with her eyes.
I dragged my tongue across her ear, and then let my teeth graze her lobe. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” I reached into her shorts, and with one swipe of my finger across her clit, she was leaking like a goddamn Civ.
She took in a ragged breath, her body shaking with desperation. “I want you to fuck me, Viper. Right here.”
Not one to disappoint, I turned her away from me and bent her over the hood of her car. I didn’t want to look at her face anyway. She was getting that look in her eyes that showed me she wanted this to mean something. It didn’t. She was a body and hole for me to stick my dick in. No reason to make it anymore than that.
Her ass pushed into me, and I ripped her gym shorts down to her ankles. No underwear. She was a fucking slut. I grabbed a handful of the toned flesh, admiring my work, and then I pulled my hand back, and slapped her cheek.
She screamed out, and I wrapped my hand around her mouth, leaning toward her ear and whispered, “Shh.” With a nod, I let my hand fall from her lips, and slip under the tiny little sports bra she was wearing. I pinched her nipple between my forefingers and as her body arched into me, I shoved my cock into her soaking wet pussy, not giving her a chance to adjust to my size.
“Oh my God, you’re so big,” she moaned, and her hands splayed out on the car.
I grabbed her tits and pounded into her, each thrust harder than the last. She whimpered like crazy, and I took
hold of her hair again, pulling her back up to me. I didn’t want her slumped over the car like a fucking rag doll. I held her up with one arm, and my other traveled down her side. My finger slid to her clit and I circled it. “You like that?”
“Oh yes.” She licked her lips and wrapped her hands around my forearm that was holding her up. Her head landed on my shoulder as her body convulsed. Damn, this bitch was easy.
I slammed into her then, pistoning in and out of her wet pussy over and over when I heard the jingle of keys. I looked up from the round ass I was pounding, and spotted a girl with long brown curly hair coming our way. The girl was wearing a huge t-shirt, and I couldn’t tell if she had huge tits or was just fat. She was completely oblivious as she slipped her gym membership card onto her key ring. As long as we stayed quiet, she would never see us.
Just then, Hayley let out a moan, and the girl’s attention darted to us. The lights in the parking lot magically turned on at the same time, illuminating the girl. Her grey eyes that were the definition of fuck me eyes widened. Red crept up her cheeks as she took in Hayley’s bare tits beneath my hands and our naked bottom halves. She was frozen in place, her keys dangling from her hand, taking in our little fuck fest. Our eyes met, and I don’t know if I saw interest, embarrassment or disgust, but it didn’t matter, because it only made me want to fuck Hayley harder.
I winked at the girl, and her mouth dropped open in an O as I plunged in and out of Hayley. It must have unfrozen her because she jumped into her car and took off just as I came.
About the Author
Marie York is an American writer who works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.
