I'll Be Waiting (The Vault Book 2)

by A. M. Hargrove

  “You asshole.”

  “I believe you’re the asshole. You need more than gummy bears, my friend. They aren’t cutting it for you. Maybe you need some happy pills or something.” My insult level climbs.

  “Oh, that’s a good one. Such a man thing. When a woman has a right to be angry at something legit, they automatically tell her she needs happy pills.”

  “You hit a key word, and that’s legit. What you’re saying and insinuating doesn’t come close to being legit. You sound fucknuts. Look, whatever happened to you in your past, I’m totally sorry about. But it’s not my damn fault.”

  She gets in my face and yells. “No, it’s not. But opening up those old wounds is.”

  “Yeah? You wouldn’t have wounds if nothing had happened, hence, not my fault.”

  “Ugh. You are so stupid.”

  “You just said I was smart.”

  “Oh. My. God. I can’t talk to you anymore,” she says.

  “I was trying to leave but you wouldn’t let me.”

  The next thing I know, she flies at me, but instead of slapping or punching me as I expect her to do, she kisses me. Angry kisses. I have zero time to react. We’re suddenly bound together, and I can’t determine where one of us ends and the other begins. Her teeth sink into my lower lip and I taste blood. It’s hot as fuck, spurring me into action. I pick her up beneath her thighs, backing her into the closest wall and propping her up with my knee.

  Her fingers tear at my shirt like she’s a possessed demon, shredding the fabric with her nails. It doesn’t matter because my hands are doing the same to hers. She’s naked underneath her baggy sweatshirt and I know what to expect. Sick as it may sound, I’ve watched her porn videos, even rubbed one off to them more than I care to admit.

  Her nipples point directly at me, and as I gaze down, a hand lands on my chest, shoving me away. She doesn’t speak, only moves to the button and zipper of my jeans. Those actions have frozen me in place. Her experienced hands have my cock exposed in seconds and I watch, fucking mesmerized, as she sinks to her knees and takes the whole thing down the hatch.

  Midnight knows how to suck a man off. The thought ekes into my brain that there’s a good reason for this. She did it for a living in the triple-X film industry. Should I care? Maybe, but right now, my hands burrow into her silky hair and I let her do the job. I’m not sure if she’s aware, but her moans are almost as hot as what her mouth and tongue are doing to me. When her finger rubs a tiny circle behind my balls, I don’t have time to tell her my cum’s about to explode into the cavern of her throat.

  I growl out an orgasm that lasts way longer than usual. Then I glance down to see her wipe a dribble of my jizz from the corner of her mouth.

  Plowing my hands through my hair, I wonder what the hell just happened. One minute we were arguing, and the next she’s dining on the vine. If that doesn’t make me hungry for more, I don’t know what could. Only she has a different idea. When I reach to pull her up, she backs away and says, “I think you should leave.”

  “Leave?”

  “I’m pretty sure you know what the word means.”

  My fingers tighten around her arm and I practically drag her back to the sofa.

  “Sit your ass down. Now.” I slide my hand across my hair again trying to figure out what to say to her. This scene is like one out of a movie, only I’m not an actor and not sure how to deal with her. It’s also beginning to freak the fuck out of me because I care about her. I don’t know how or why, but I do.

  Her lavender eyes darken as she glowers. At least I haven’t frightened her. For a moment, I thought maybe I had.

  “I’m not sitting down.”

  “Yes, you are. Moments ago, you kissed me like a sex-starved animal, then sucked me off, and now you tell me to leave. I want to know exactly what’s playing out in that brain of yours.”

  “Why? So you can fix it? I’m gonna let you in on something. I’m broken, Harrison, and not fixable.” She yelled at me—as in, shouting at the top of her lungs.

  This time I don’t ask but shove her down onto the couch. She doesn’t seem to respond to nice.

  “I asked, but apparently you don’t like to be asked. Now sit the fuck down and stay there. When two people have sex, it usually ends up differently.”

  “What world are you living in? That’s not the way it works for me.”

  “So, what next? Am I supposed to pull out a handful of bills and pay you?”

  Her arm comes out, lightning fast, and strikes. Only I’m faster and catch it.

  “What the fuck happened to you in there, Midnight?” I ask her, my tone softening.

  She pulls her lower lip in and bites it. It makes her look like a little kid.

  “I’m not going anywhere until I have some answers.”

  A long sigh rolls out of her and she tries to tug her arm from my grip. “I’m not pressed for time,” I tell her.

  “They put me through those stupid psychobabble sessions and this is the end result. Happy now?” I get the feeling she wants to stick out her tongue at me, and I do the unthinkable: I laugh.

  “You motherfucker.”

  “I am a lot of things, but never that.”

  “I went through hell in there and you have the nerve, the audacity, to laugh at me.”

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at what you went through. It was only that your expression had you looking like you were ready to stick your tongue out at me.”

  Then she does and I totally lose my shit.

  Her fingers suddenly pinch the shit out of my nipple and my laughter turns to a shriek of pain.

  “Not so funny now, is it?”

  “You are so fucking mean. Has anybody ever told you that?” I ask.

  “No, but so are you. It seems we are on equal footing.”

  “You’re nothing but a spoiled little kid. I only tried to help you and here you are, acting like a little shit. You need to grow the fuck up.”

  “You know what? Why don’t you get the hell out of here? I don’t need to continue the hell I went through. A month was long enough and I am anything but spoiled.”

  “I disagree.”

  We glare at each other in silence. And then something comes over me as I grab and kiss her. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, other than falling into the pit of nutsville. I am sure of one thing—this will not end well.

  Chapter Twelve—Midnight

  He’s so damn irresistible. I shouldn’t want him, but I do. I shouldn’t have kissed him, but I did. Even though I’m furious with him, his lips are undeniably addicting. For thirty days, I fantasized about this man and here he is, kissing me, touching me, and nothing in this universe could prevent this from happening.

  Passion flares deep within me, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Flames lick my skin, heating me in every imaginable place. Oh, I’ve kissed more men than I care to count. Fucked just as many, if not more. Only they never stoked the fires like Harrison does. Kissing him empowers me, frees me, gives me back this part of my life that was so ruthlessly torn away. Vile memories are replaced with a face and body that I’ve dreamed of and desired for the last month. Maybe if I get him out of my system, I can get on with my life. Only I doubt that will happen. One taste of this man will probably be worse than any heroin ever could be.

  Sinking my fingers into his thick hair, I kiss him back with everything I have. It’s dirty, wicked, raw, but oh so good. How can I want him so much, the one I want to hate? This isn’t something I ordinarily do. Even getting him off was a surprise to me. But I had to taste him, have him in my mouth. And the pleasure it gave me may have been more than what he got. The sounds he made when he came … oh I’ll never forget that.

  His cock is still exposed and I wrap my hand around it, enjoying its velvety thickness. If only I could feel it pumping deep inside of me. But after our little verbal exchange, it’s probably the last thing on his mind. Maybe I can change that. Making men desire me is my area of expertis
e.

  My hand slides down to his balls, where I squeeze and massage them. Then I rub that place he was so fond of earlier. But he quickly breaks off the kiss.

  “Stop. Are you gonna go psycho on me again?”

  “What the hell kind of question is that?”

  “Exactly what it sounds like. A few minutes ago, you told me to leave when I wanted to eat your pussy. What’s it gonna be, Midnight?”

  “You wanted to eat my pussy?”

  “Yeah, but I never got to even try because you were shoving me out the door.” He rubs his face and I hear the scratchy sound his scruff makes. God, I’d love to feel the rub of that between my thighs.

  My hands slide under the waist of my pants and I push them down. I’m not in the mood for games. All I want to do is fuck. Let’s get the party started.

  “Follow me.” I lead the way to my bedroom, where I also have some condoms stashed just in case he didn’t bring any. I climb onto the bed and spread my legs. “I’m ready.”

  His expression registers shock. “Jesus. Is this what you usually do?”

  “Why waste time is my motto.”

  He grimaces as his cock deflates a bit. That’s not very encouraging. Maybe my attitude is too casual for someone like him. “I look at sex between two consenting partners as a very casual thing. You have to see it from my perspective, and please don’t lecture me. If it bothers you, maybe you should leave.”

  He doesn’t speak, only stalks aggressively toward me. It’s both sexy and scary. My thighs automatically close.

  “Nuh-uh. None of that. Don’t act like some kind of tease with me. Keep ’em open.”

  I comply as I watch him step out of his jeans and remove the shirt I destroyed with my nails. Harrison has ink and it’s sexy as fuck. It definitely amps up my horniness. In a superfast move, he snatches my ankles and drags me to the end of the bed. From between my thighs, because he’s now kneeling on the floor, he says, “I’m extremely fond of casual sex, but your attitude is more of a two-dollar hooker than that of a consensual partner.”

  Is that how I acted? He gives me no time to ponder my harlot behavior before he dives between my legs and assaults my pussy. His tongue has me feeling like a virgin on her wedding night, and I spent two years in the porn industry, getting sucked and fucked, oftentimes by multiple partners, including women, who are supposed to know what to do with said pussy. No one has ever done to my nether region what Harrison is doing now. I’m afraid to ask or look.

  There may possibly be an alien that’s invaded my vagina and has taken residence down there for all I know. An enormous ripple of pleasure vibrates through me. I do know this—I am building up to an orgasm of massive proportions. And no one, at least not of the human variety, ever gives me orgasms. I am O-negative. Period. And I’m not talking about blood type.

  Using his fingers and mouth, he makes me come exquisitely, but I do my best to pretend I didn’t enjoy it. Only I practically meow like a fucking tomcat. I wouldn’t be surprised to find a herd of feral females in heat outside my window, waiting for Mr. Feline to emerge.

  I feel puffs of air on my vag. There’s a possibility he may be laughing in my crotch. Jesus. This has not gone the way I’d intended. I’m supposed to be teaching him a lesson, not the other way around.

  I finally brave it enough to open my eyes and find him staring at me with the biggest smirk on his face. His sexy lips glisten with my wetness. Oh my. Before I can stop myself, I grab him by the ears and pull him up to my mouth so I can lick him clean. Without a doubt, I’m losing it.

  But we don’t stop at a kiss. Oh, no. I should’ve known better. He hikes my leg over his shoulder and commences to wrap his thick, hard cock in latex. The man’s got game. In one swift move, he’s covered and sliding deep inside of me. Once he’s balls deep, he stops, and I catch my breath. He’s thick and I have to accommodate myself to him.

  Using a thumb and index finger, he takes my chin and forces me to look at him, which I’m not very willing to do. I don’t usually fuck people I know. It’s uncomfortable and the aftermath isn’t something I care to deal with.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks.

  Is he kidding? Should I tell the truth? If I don’t, I’m sure he’ll find a way to get it out of me.

  “I was thinking how I don’t like to do this with people I know, and this is way too soon for us to be doing this.”

  “Should I stop?”

  I want to say yes, but I don’t. “No. Don’t even think about it.”

  “Guess we both should’ve thought of that earlier, gummy bear.” Then he pinches my nipple as he bites my lip. My body clenches in every place imaginable. But what’s this gummy bear shit?

  Before I can say anything, he pulls out and thrusts into me so hard, a long whoosh of air oomphs out of me.

  “Just so you know, I’m going to fuck that sassiness out of you.” Then he flips me over like a rag doll. Where’s all this coming from? He slides in behind me, doggy-style, which has never been my favorite, but then he surprises me by straightening me up. We’re both on our knees as his hand moves to my clit and the other steadies me under my breasts.

  Bam, bam, bam, his hips bang my ass. The hand on my clit holds me against him to meet his thrusts. Each time, I’m almost lifted off the bed. I won’t last long at this pace, especially if his finger keeps up that little motion. Sure enough, a few more swirls and I’m coming like the pro I am. Only this time, I’m not faking my orgasm.

  He lets me go and I land face down on the bed, where he enters me again from behind. It occurs to me he hasn’t come yet. Shit. I’m going to be limping in the morning. He jams pillows under my hips, and I’m getting thoroughly fucked once again. By now, my pussy is nearly raw and sore, but also aching for more of Harrison Kirkland’s dick.

  How is this possible? What the hell kind of spell has he cast over me? I never respond to men like this. I always thought the only way I could come was with a vibrator. Guess I was wrong, because after several minutes of him pumping in and out of me, I have another big one. Miss O-negative has leaped over to the positive side. A tiny giggle escapes me but I quickly cover my mouth.

  Knowing I won’t have time to catch my breath, I’m still not ready when he flips me onto my back and puts the soles of my feet against his chest. Then he slides inside of me again, carrying on, never breaking stride.

  “I want to look into your eyes while I come.” His voice is gruff and it triggers an unlikely response in me. I’ve never wanted to look in anyone’s eyes during sex. No, no, no. But with him … I do. I want to fall into those dark caverns and never leave.

  I don’t respond, because I’m afraid of what I’ll say. The other truth I’d like to tell him: will you let me rest then, because damn, I’m worn the fuck out. Harrison is a fuck machine.

  It doesn’t take him long before he slows his thrusts and thrums my clit to one more climax. As he does, his lids half close and I watch, totally enthralled, as this gorgeous man finally explodes in his own epic orgasm.

  When he finally pulls out, he scrutinizes me and announces, “Damn, your pussy is swollen.”

  “It ought to be. You fucked it to smithereens.”

  He chuckles and soon it turns into a roaring laugh. It’s impossible not to laugh with him because he did indeed fuck me to pieces.

  When we finally stop laughing, he asks, “Are you ever going to tell me what the hell happened to you in rehab?”

  Why did he have to go and steal my fun?

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