Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series

by Clarissa Wild

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, don’t worry about it. Go.” He fumbles in his pockets and takes out his keys. “Bring her home. I’ll catch a ride from one of the other dealers.” He throws the keys to me.

  “Okay, thanks. I owe you!” I say while running out.

  “More than once!” Jaret yells as I close the door behind me.

  Chapter 26

  Pleasing My Leafy

  Running down the stairs, I make my way to the door and barge after Leafy, who just left the house without telling anyone. I’m fucking pissed she’s run off again. When I spot her, I run over to her immediately.

  “Are you trying to get in trouble? Don’t you know how fucking dangerous it is to go without me?”

  “I don’t care. I want to go home,” she says, turning around again.

  I grab her arm. “Why do you keep running away?”

  “Fuck off!” She jerks away her arm. What’s gotten into her all of a sudden?

  “What the fuck? Why are you so angry at me?” I say. “I didn’t do anything.”

  “Brody told me all about you and Jessie.”

  What? She talked to that guy about my brother? What the fuck did he tell her? And how much does he know?

  “Your brother was dealing for the frat club, too. That’s the reason he’s in jail, isn’t it?” she asks, clenching her jaw.

  It starts to sink in with me what just happened. That guy told her things that made her realize I’m not telling her the whole truth.

  “You’re always hiding things from me. Why can’t you just tell me what you’re doing? Why are you dealing drugs? Is it just for the money?” The croakiness of her voice is painful to hear. She’s disappointed in me, and I can understand why. I wish it could be different, though. I wish everything was different, and that we could’ve met under different circumstances. But this is the real world. This is how it is.

  “Partially … but it’s not the biggest reason,” I say. Money is only a part of it. I might be able to save enough to bail him out, but to get his sentence reduced I need to catch the leader. It’s the only way to make sure I can bring Jessie home with me.

  “But you’re broke all the time, just like me! What the fuck have you been doing with that money?”

  I snort. “Saving it. I told you I’m trying to get Jessie out of jail.”

  “By dealing? Doing the same thing that got him in there?” she snaps.

  Now she’s really pushing my buttons. I hate that look on her face, that look of contempt. “I’m doing what’s right.”

  “Right? Drugs? And here I thought you were a good thing in my life.”

  I stare at her in disbelief. Fuck. She just ripped my heart in two. She’s right. I’m not a good thing in her life. I just wanted to believe that I was. I want to make it happen, if she’d only give me the time to fix all of this shit. But she shouldn’t give up on me yet … She can’t.

  “Don’t say that,” I say. “You don’t know what I’ve been through. You don’t know how fucked up my life is. I told you it wasn’t easy.”

  My life has been nothing but a mess, and she’s made it a little better. She can’t take that away from me again.

  “My life isn’t easy either, but now it’s only getting harder with you doing things like this. I don’t want to see you end up in jail. Your brother’s in there because of what he did, and you’re going straight after him.”

  That’s it. “My brother is in jail because he tried to take care of me!” I yell. “We lived in the slums for years. He was the only one I had, the only one who cared for me. The only way he could earn enough to support us was by dealing. He doesn’t deserve to be in jail for that. Not when the frat club practically used him as bait.”

  I owe my brother so much. I have to do this.

  She just gapes at me in a moment of shock. “Then why in God’s name are you in the club, too? They could do the same thing to you!”

  “Because I owe it to my brother! I’d risk everything to get him out of there. That’s why I need the money: to bail him out.” I grab her tighter, trying to get it through to her that I’m doing this because I must, not because I want to. “Wouldn’t you do the same if your family was in jail?”

  “I guess …” she stammers.

  Finally … she understands a little. “I want my brother back … It’s because of him that I’m in college now. He saved up every freaking coin he could so he could get me some education, even with my learning problems.”

  Her eyes drift to the ground and her hands relax again. She swallows. “B-but there are other ways to make money and to get someone out of jail.”

  “Maybe, but there are other reasons why I chose to do it this way.” And I can’t tell her what those reasons are, because that would risk the entire operation.

  “Why? Does it have something to do with that guy you’re looking for? The boss?”

  “I can’t tell you,” I say. I wish I could. I want to come clean to her, but I can’t. Not yet.

  She sighs. “This again.”

  “Don’t you see? I’ve tried to tell you, but you won’t listen to me. I cannot tell you, because it would put you in harm’s way. I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll do anything to prevent that,” I say. I’m desperately trying to keep her away from all of this.

  I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want to make her worry, and I’m sick of all this lying. I just want this to be over as fast as possible, and I hope she’ll give me time to finish this so I can show her that I’m not a bad man.

  I wrap my arms around her and bury my head in her hair, keeping her close to me. Christ, sometimes she really scares the shit out of me. I can’t lose her. Not anymore.

  “I know I’m a screw-up, but I’m trying to get things together. You’re the only good thing that’s happened to me in my life,” I whisper into her ear. “College life has been hard on me, but I want to succeed so badly. I just don’t know how. I thought that I could stand a chance with you. I thought, if that girl helps me out, teaching me how to learn quickly, maybe I can make it. Maybe I can make Jessie proud. Maybe the investment he made in me won’t be in vain.”

  She buries her head in my chest as I pet her hair. “It’s not,” she whispers. “I’ll help you. I promise. I want you to be okay, too.”

  I’m so glad she’s here and didn’t run away again. I hug her tight, and as she peeks up at me, she smiles. I can’t help but smile back, feeling lucky I have her.

  Her cheeks flush. “I’m sorry for …”

  “Don’t be. As long as you stay with me, I’m not mad. I should’ve told you sooner.” She’s not the one who should be sorry. I know I should be telling her more, but my fear is holding me back. Getting my brother back is important, too important to mess up.

  She nods. “Guess you wanna go back inside now,” I say. “Look for that ‘person.’”

  “Nah. I think I’ll leave it to Jaret for now.” Jaret said he could handle it, and I trust him.

  “But it’s important to you, right?”

  “You’re more important,” I say, pecking her shoulder. “Let’s go home.”

  “You sure?” she asks.

  My fingers drift toward her chin, cupping her jaw. I smile at her and lean in. She’s so sweet sometimes, and so annoying too. I love her both ways. Pressing my lips down on hers, I kiss her gently, trying to show how much I feel for her. Our mouths are locked together, just like our hearts. After a deep, long kiss, I take my lips off hers and lean against her forehead, smiling broadly. I love seeing her. Just looking at her makes me feel so much better. She’s everything I ever wanted, and I want her for myself. I want to spend this time with her.

  “Wanna go?” I ask, meaning home. I take out the key Jaret gave me.

  “How? We came with Jaret.”

  “I asked him to borrow his car. He said he didn’t mind, as long as we didn’t trash it. He’s getting a ride from one of the other dealers.” I grab her hand and pull her toward the car.
/>   I hurry to start the car and drive away from this fucking party. Besides, her kisses have this intoxicating effect on me that turns my brains to mush. Somehow when I look at her, all I want to do is run my fingers over her leg and slide down to her thigh. But I’m driving, so I can only gaze at her body from a distance, which I’ll gladly do. She looks delicious in her tight leggings, and my tongue can’t help but dart out at the sight of her. Wetting my lips, I’m preparing them for what’s to come. The desire to kiss her is too strong.

  When we’re finally at the dorm, I quickly park the car and lean closer to her. I plant a kiss on her cheek, and she freezes, but quickly relaxes again as I drag my lips down to her neck, licking her skin. She tastes so nice, and I can’t help myself. Not now that I know she’s mine completely.

  “I just can’t not kiss you,” I whisper against her flesh. I can’t stop thinking about her, can’t stop needing her, can’t stop wanting to touch her everywhere. She’s so soft, and I hunger for her taste.

  I cup her chin with my hand and suck on her skin, marking her. I love it when I leave something of mine on her. It’s a sort of proof that she’s all mine.

  As I take my lips off her skin, I take in a sharp breath, fighting the desire to jump her right now. But we’re in Jaret’s car, and who knows who else he brought in here. Nope, I’d rather not stay in here.

  “Why are you stopping?” she mutters, still overcome by my kisses.

  I chuckle, because she looks adorable when she’s horny. “We’re still in Jaret’s car. Better get to the dorm, don’t you think?”

  “Ah … Yeah. Right.”

  We get out of the car, and I can tell she’s having trouble walking straight. I wonder if it’s because of what I do to her. A wicked smile curls up my lips as I place my hand on her back. Of course, walking makes my hand slip down to her ass. No oops there. It was fucking intentional, and she knows it full well. I love to squeeze her assets, and they’re nice assets; that I can attest to.

  As we reach her dorm room, she says, “Wait,” and turns around toward me, placing my hands on her waist.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, confused.

  “I want a goodnight kiss.” She pouts her lips in a cheeky way, making my cock stir. She starts sucking on her bottom lip, and fuck me, it’s so damn sexy I almost can’t resist pinning her to the door and just taking her right now.

  Shit. I want to take it slow, but she’s really making it hard on me. Literally. I’m hard.

  I bite my lip and say, “You’re seducing me.”

  “I just want a kiss. Nothing wrong with that, is there?” she muses, raising an eyebrow. Cocky.

  “You’ve really changed,” I murmur as I lean in. “I like it.”

  I crash into her lips with much need for her taste. Our mouths are a mix of wet, hot, crazy desire. I want more of her, and I just can’t get enough. My body instinctively presses against hers, trying to get as close to her as possible. A fire is blazing in my body, and I can’t douse the flames anymore. Her kisses are just too much.

  I realize we’re going to end up in the same room if we keep this up. I promised myself I’d take it slow with her. I want her to get used to me first, but she’s so goddamn hot … Fuck.

  I take my lips off her raw, swollen ones and lick mine.

  “Don’t stop,” she begs.

  It’s hard to resist her plea, but I have to. She doesn’t know what kind of an animal I am when it comes to fucking, nor does she know how a cock feels in her pussy, and I don’t want to force myself upon her this quickly.

  So I drape her hands off my shoulder, and say, “You’re tired. I’m tired.” I pretend to yawn.

  “No I’m not. You’re just making this up. You don’t want to kiss me.” She crosses her arms and raises her tits with them, practically showing them off to me. Well fuck me, is she really going to tease me with that? That is mean. But her flaunting her goods like that really shows she’s changed. And for the good, I might add. I like this …

  I grin. “Hmm … You don’t even know how much I want to kiss you. I want it so goddamn much, I dream about it. Ever since I met you I’ve been waking up with a huge hard-on.”

  Her eyes widen, and she swallows hearing that.

  “I also know that when I do put my mouth on yours, I can’t stop,” I add.

  “Then don’t.” She hooks her fingers in my trousers, pulling me closer, dragging her hot body against mine. Oh … Fuck me …

  “No, I’m holding myself back already, don’t make it so hard on me, please,” I say, my breath faltering because she’s grinding her hips against my cock.

  “I don’t want you to hold back anymore,” she murmurs.

  “I told you before, I don’t do sweet sex. You’re a virgin. Sort of.” I grin, thinking about pleasuring her the other night. I did flick her bean, so maybe that’s one part of the virgin seal I reckon. But anyway, I really want to make this work between us, and having hot sex so fast isn’t such a good idea. “I don’t want to mess this up with you.”

  “Why are you so afraid?” She stands on the tips of her toes and pecks my chin, dragging her lips along my jawline up to the corner of my mouth. Holy fucking shit. I swear, I’m going to burst soon. “God, you’re making this really hard,” I groan, feeling the horniness coiled up inside wanting to break free. Especially when her tiny fingers slip under my shirt, sliding up my abs. Damn it, what is this girl doing to me?

  “I don’t think that’s the only thing I’m getting hard,” she whispers.

  Oh fuck me. This is too much. “Fuck. Do you know how hot you sound when you say those dirty things?”

  “I’ve always wanted you. I’m ready for you,” she whispers.

  She opens the door to her room, pulling me inside with her. I want her so much, but my brain is fighting my body. The more she touches me, the less I can resist. It’s like she’s begging me to do it.

  “Please …” she hums. “Make me yours.” When she presses a final kiss onto my neck, I’m done for.

  “Fuck. That’s it,” I grunt. “You asked for it.”

  If she wants me to pleasure her, I will. I’m done trying to hold myself back.

  I grab her arms and push her through the door, slamming it shut behind me. I smash into her lips, all the sexual frustration bursting out of me like a volcano. I’m hot for her, and fucking is the only thing that can cool me down right now. Fucking her, hard and crazy. If she wants me, she’ll get me, fully loaded.

  I lick her lips with fierce strokes, my tongue dipping out to taste her. She eagerly pushes her tongue out to meet mine, and we’re swirling around in a wet, delicious dance. I nibble on her lip while she presses her body against me. Hearing her moan is what I live for. Turning her on turns me on.

  I want to make her realize what I feel for her, which is more than just lust, but if she wants some hot fucking, she’ll get some. “I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Nor your pussy.” Oh, I know I’ll ravage her pussy now. “I wanted to take it slow, give you time to adjust to me, but now you’ve done it,” I murmur in between kissing her. I can barely take my lips off her as I try to utter the words. “I’m gonna take you, and I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name.” I’m going to make her moan so loud she’s going to wake the entire goddamn building.

  I twirl her around and pin her between me and the door, crashing into her mouth. Her tits are perky and push up against my chest, her beaded nipples awakening the primal desires within me. I’m torn between wanting to take her lips and sucking her tits. Such a difficult choice.

  She latches on to me with equal desperation, her fingers tangling through my hair and scratching my back. It only makes me hungrier for more.

  My cock strains my pants, and I push it up against her hips, showing her what I have in store for her. I can’t resist the urge to ride her like the dirty motherfucker I am. I know it’s disgusting. I don’t care. I want to fuck her, and I want to do it now.

  She hooks her fingers
under my shirt and rips it off me, practically drooling at my body.

  “Am I the only one?” she suddenly asks, licking her lips.

  “Of course,” I reassure her. “You already had me the first time you said ‘Yeah.’” And the first time I saw her ass … damn.

  I trap her between my arms, showing her that my eyes are on her, only on her. There’s no other girl I’ve wanted more than her. She’s been such a tease, so good, so … reluctant, I just couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. I still can’t wait. Every second spent not touching her is wasted.

  Every cell in my body screams out for her, and so I lock my mouth on hers again. I can’t take a second to breathe. I can’t take a second to even move. I need her now, fully, completely, mine.

  Pinning her hands above her, I growl, “You want to be mine? I’ll make you mine.” I’ll claim her body and mind tonight.

  I look down upon her, her eyes daring and provocative, waiting for me to make my move. She’s taunting me now, and I’m not playing games anymore. She wanted the Hunter. Now she’ll have it.

  Hooking my fingers under her shirt, I jerk it over her head, wanting to get my hands on her perfect tits. I kiss one while kneading the other, moaning when she does. Rubbing her fingers through my hair and pushing her thigh against my cock, she’s torturing me. So I return the favor by freeing her tits and covering her nipples with my mouth. I suck, hard, puckering them. When one is hardened, I play with the other, twisting and rolling them between my fingers. She moans, and it only makes me work them harder. I love the tantalizing sounds she makes, like she’s giving in to the temptation of giving up control. And I love being in control.

  I can’t get enough of her. I need more, more, more. I want to taste her everywhere, not just her tits. I need to see if she tastes as good down below. I want to know if her pussy is as sweet as she is.

  So my fingers drift toward her pants and I start tugging until they come loose. It takes some time, which is frustrating, because my eyes are totally focused on her pink, perky nipples.