by Dukey, Ker
He looks at his ring, pulling a whoops face. “Oh yeah, so I am.”
“Scandalous.” I slap him playfully.
“Let’s take advantage of the free drinks.” He winks, calling over a waiter.
“They’re not free. Joshua’s paying for them.”
“As long as I’m not, they’re free.” He emphasizes free with a neck pop and wave of his hand.
“You don’t have to see me inside,” I tell Wayne as he guides me up the path to my place.
“I promised your sexy man I would, and I’m not breaking that promise.” He squeezes my arm. “Unless you think he would punish me in a sexy way if I do?” he teases, closing his eyes and raising his head to the heavens.
“Hey,” I gripe, elbowing him, “stop fantasizing about my man with me right here.”
“Fine.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ll wait until I drop you off.”
“I’m telling Luke,” I warn.
“Oh, darling, please do. Maybe then he would come out with us or make more of an effort at home. I’m sick of how late he works.”
I stop walking and turn to face him. “Everything okay with you two?”
“Yeah.” He sighs and waves a hand flippantly. “We’ll be fine, just going through the motions.”
“Don’t give up on him. He works so much to earn enough money so you guys can retire early.” I pout, hating the thought of those two going through troubles.
“I know, and I love him for it, but I also want to enjoy our marriage while we’re still young too, not just wait until we’re old and gross.”
I snort-laugh and ignore his dramatic shit. They’re in their late twenties. He’s crazy.
Unlocking the front door, I frown when he follows me inside. “You’ve done your part, I’m fine.”
“I need to drain the snake.” He grins, pushing past me, heading for the bathroom.
“That’s hideous,” I call after him. “Do you want a drink?”
“No, I better go home because I live there,” he shouts back.
Kicking off my heels, I rub my sore feet and head to my bedroom, flicking the light that doesn’t come on. Shit. I hate changing the bulbs.
Before I can turn around to get one, I sense someone in the room. My heart races and mouth opens to call out, but a hand wraps around me, clamping over my lips. I smell him, his cologne. Joshua. Excitement and lust surge through every nerve ending, igniting as he closes his body tight against mine, pinning me, his penetrating gaze holding me hostage.
“Where are you? I’m done,” Wayne calls out.
“Tell him bye,” Joshua growls into my ear.
“I’ll see myself out, shall I?” Wayne shouts sarcastically.
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Rude,” Wayne comments before the door slams shut.
I’m falling, pushed roughly onto my bed. “If you’re good and don’t scream, I’ll go easy on you,” Joshua growls, looking all kinds of menacing in the light of the moon creeping through the window.
“Fuck you,” I spit, kicking a foot out, catching him in the gut. He lets out an oomph and doubles over. I take the opportunity to scramble off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud.
“Where are you running to, Red?” he taunts as I get to my feet and dart for the door.
He trips my leg, making me hit the floor hard. Bastard. Sexy fucking bastard.
Chuckling at my lame attempt at fleeing, he stands over my body, legs on either side of my waist. “Beg me not to fuck you, Red.”
“I won’t let you,” I pant.
“I’ll give you a three-second head start,” he explains, deviance in his tone. “But when I catch you, I’m going to gobble you up.”
I get to my feet and take off running through the house. Finding myself in the dining room, I pick up a chair and hide behind the door. My breathing is erratic, and adrenaline is pumping like crazy. Listening for his footfalls as he creeps closer is exhilarating and terrifying all at once. I know I’m not in any real danger, but my heart doesn’t seem to take notice.
“Little Red, I can smell you.”
So close.
His silhouette creeps into the room, and I squeal, launching the chair at him. Crashing into him, the chair knocks him off-kilter.
“You little bitch,” he roars, chasing me down and gripping me around the back of the neck, sweeping me up off my feet into a bridal hold. I struggle and fight sinking my teeth into his chest, making him howl.
Throwing me on the bed, he prowls over me, gripping my wrists and slipping them through a noose he’s made on each of my bedposts. They’re done well and must have been made before I got home. Work, my ass.
My skin is hypersensitive. Every inch of me is aware of every inch of him as his body brushes against mine. I raise a leg, but he’s quick, gripping the ankle and shaking his head. “No more of that, you little slut. I’m going to tie you down and spread you wide open, taking my fill of your sweet cunt and tight ass.”
Pulling my legs apart, he ties them so I’m spread-eagle across the bed. His large palm strokes up my inner thigh, reaching beneath the fabric of my dress.
“Animal,” I screech.
“You got that right. Now, no more biting,” he snaps.
He tears at my panties until they split away from my body. Scrunching them up, he shoves them in my mouth. I could spit them out if I need to use my safe word, but I allow them to stay.
“Hmmm, that’s better.” He smirks, proud of his work.
He leaves the room, making my heart pound and stomach drop. He can’t leave me like this. Before I can genuinely panic, he returns, no jacket, sleeves rolled up, his belt hanging open around his hips. A glint of silver catches my eye. He’s holding a pair of scissors.
“Don’t move unless you want it bloody,” he growls. Taking the scissors, he snips up my dress from the hem to the neckline, splitting it in two. The fabric falls away, exposing my body to his hungry gaze. Burrowing his face in between my legs, he inhales my scent. “You smell of honey and fine wine. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me for weeks.”
I mumble my disapproval through the gag.
Crawling up my body, he hovers his weight above me, looking me in the eye as he grinds his hips against me. “I like you at my mercy. You can’t do anything to stop me, and let’s face it…” he raises a brow, “we both know you don’t want to. You’re a whore who wants to get fucked.” He spits the word fuck right in my face, licking up my cheek.
Raising up, he bites his lip, looking at the mounds of my breasts encased in black lace. I hear a groan in the back of his throat when he tugs down the cup of my bra, sighing at my hard nipple greeting him. Leaning down he covers the sensitive bud with his lips, sucking and caressing with his tongue, circling, flicking. I squirm beneath him, making him bear down with his teeth in warning.
“I’m going to spread your cunt open with my big, fat dick. Fill you up. Take what I want. I’m going to pump your tight little body with my seed, maybe put a baby in that belly.” He groans, ripping down the other cup and giving that nipple the same attention. He works his way down my body and shifts so he’s fully between my legs. I hear his zipper and feel the heavy, warm thud of his cock as he slaps it on my pussy, teasing the folds.
“You’re such a filthy little cum slut. You want me to drown you in it. Look how needy your tight hole is, it’s glistening. You want this.”
I shake my head vehemently and mumble through the fabric. “No.”
“Liar,” he mocks, slipping his tip inside me. “Damn, you’re like a velvet-covered vice, so fucking tight.” Pulling out, he spreads my lips with his fingers and slaps his cock down on my clit, bringing all the blood to the small bundle of nerves. He uses the seeping head of his cock to massage there, making my legs weaken. My chest heaves, pleasure pulsing through my stomach and down my thighs. I groan, biting down on my panties still stuffed in my mouth as my pussy throbs. “Look how bad you’re begging for it, so wet, so receptive.” H
e teases the head down my slit, then rams inside me, making my body clench around him and air vacate my lungs. He ravages my body, pistoning his hips, his balls slapping against my ass with every forward thrust.
He fucks me like he’s taking me, claiming me.
See. Want. Take.
“I fucking own this pussy now. Strangle my cock, slut. Fucking take all of me,” he commands, gaining momentum. My body jolts with every pounding of his hips, the binds digging into my skin. Reaching up, he tugs the panties from my mouth. “I want to hear you come for me. Come for the Big Bad Wolf, you needy little whore,” he growls.
My back arches and toes curl as euphoria spasms my entire nervous system, shooting waves of pleasure throughout my body. My pussy pulses around him, coming harder than I ever have. My moans are loud and infectious to his lust. Sinking his teeth into my shoulder, a strangled groan vibrates against my skin as my core fills with his hot cum.
Sweat coats both our bodies. Our chests heave as we stare at each other in awe. “Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells me.
“I hate you.” I grin.
“Hate feels real fucking good.” He flashes me a devilish look.
Slipping off the bed, he unties my binds, caressing the marks left there, “I’ll be right back.” He tells me, leaving to go into the bathroom. He returns moments later with ointment and coats my wrists and ankles with the healing balm. He removes the tatters of my clothing from the bed, strips out of what’s remaining of his, and buries us beneath the covers, dragging me into his arms.
“So, didn’t go to work then?” I smirk against his chest.
“I prefer play over work any day when it involves you.” He kisses the top of my head, stroking a hand down my hair.
“I think Wayne’s infatuated. And his husband, Luke? He’s going to fall in love with you,” I grumble. “I just know it.”
Chuckling, his chest vibrates my cheek. “You’ll just have to break his heart then, because I’m in love with someone else.” He says it so casual, so honest and free. My body tenses and lungs freeze. “Calm down, Red. I didn’t say it was you,” he torments, making me burst into a fit of giggles.
I slap at his chest. “It’s Wayne, isn’t it?”
When the humor fades, he palms my cheek, bringing my eyes to his. Tears well, and a crescent moon smile across his lips makes my heart jump in my chest. He’s so beautiful. “It’s you. Damn, it’s all you, baby.”
“Joshua…” I breathe, my heart pounding, making my head fog.
“I’ll cherish you for as long as you give me, Quinn,” he says, peppering my face with kisses. “I fucking love you, baby.” Kiss. “I didn’t plan it.” Kiss. “Or expect this when you contacted me.” Kiss. “But damn, I fucking thank my lucky stars every day you found your way to me.” Kiss, kiss.
“Well,” I choke out, overwhelmed, giving him back every kiss he’s giving me. “Brace yourself.” Kiss. “Because I’m falling for you, Joshua Tuck.” Kiss.
“Falling?” He smirks, rolling me over and covering my body with his.
“Okay.” I sniffle on a giggle. “I’ve fallen so deep, so far into you, I don’t ever want to find my way out,” I correct.
He crushes his lips to mine in a breath-stealing moment, showing me just how much he loves me. He nudges himself between my legs and pushes inside me, making me gasp. His lips trace down my jawline, throat, nipping, caressing, loving. We move together in-sync, our sweat-laced bodies gliding in tune with the other. This isn’t fucking—no, this is different, this is lovemaking. The intensity thickens the air around us, taking us to another level, committing ourselves to each other, giving everything we are to the other. I can’t get enough of him, his scent, his touch, taste.
“I love being inside you,” he groans, rotating his hips, pushing in deeper. Tears leak from my eyes as the connection between us sends my heart soaring.
My body coils tight as I come around his cock. “And I love you,” I call out. Waves of rapture ripple through my body, taking me to a high I never want to come down from.
“Making you come is my second favorite thing in the world,” Joshua groans, biting down on my jaw as he pumps his seed into my body.
“What’s your first?” I breathe, utterly sated.
“Making you smile.” He kisses my lips, and I fall for him all over again.
11
Two months later…
“This place is nice,” Quinn marvels as we move through the crowd at Diamond in the Rough. She’s meeting my friends for the first time tonight as my girlfriend.
“Sofina turned it from a shitty bar to this really fucking cool event hall,” I explain, my palm at Quinn’s ass as I guide her around a rowdy group of guys. “Ren is always combing this place for new talent.”
“I still can’t believe you know her,” she says. “I listen to her music all the time.”
“Yeah, I know her. She’s a brat,” I tease. “I’ll introduce you to Xavi Jacobs too.”
“Of Berlin Scandal?” She gapes at me. “I worked on their marketing campaign but never got to meet them.”
“You forget my best friends own Harose,” I say with a chuckle.
“I’ve been to Harose a few times now doing work for Mr. Hayes, but I’ve never seen any of artists there.” She grins, all fucking giddy and cute as hell.
“It’s Ronan now. Not Mr. Hayes,” I correct her.
We make it over to the VIP table reserved for us where Ren is telling an animated story. His girl, Natasha, watches him with an amused smirk. Ronan has Sofina sitting in his lap, a possessive arm wrapped around her. Xavi and his band members laugh at Ren’s antics.
I playfully punch Xavi. “Where’s your dad?” I tease, referring to his boyfriend, Blaine.
He smirks. “He prefers daddy.”
“Who said my name?” Ronan calls out. The pervy bastard.
A chorus of laughter rings out from our table.
“Seriously, where’s Blaine?” I ask, searching the crowd. “I thought he never left your side like some sort of creepy shadow.”
“It’s not creepy when it’s your boyfriend, asshole,” Xavi says with a chuckle. “He and Greg ran into traffic. They’ll be here soon. I rode with the guys since we’re performing tonight.”
Quinn kicks me in the calf, and I yelp. All eyes dart to her.
“Yeah, sorry, this is my mean-ass girlfriend. She’s a huge fan of you guys.” I pull her to me and ruffle her hair, making her growl at me.
“Your song, Let it Burn…” She beams, pausing to hold a hand to her chest for dramatic effect. “Perfection!”
“I like you already.” He grins, patting the chair next to him.
While she happily chats with them about stuff, I pull back to clap my hand on Ren’s shoulder. “How are things?”
He knows what things.
“Well,” he says, pulling Natasha into his arms. “My little detective snooped until she discovered my surprise.” He playfully chokes her until she smacks at his chest. “I ended up proposing mid-argument in my closet.”
She shrugs. “He was being weird. Kept going in there. I thought he was rubbing one out in there.”
I snort out a laugh. “And he was doing what?”
“He kept going to the back of the closet and looking at something. I then thought maybe it was drugs. Whatever it was, I didn’t like it. I told him we don’t keep secrets,” she explains, her face contorting angrily.
“And she starts throwing shit everywhere and yelling at me,” Ren complains. “I told her to shut the fuck up and listen—”
“That went over well, I guess,” I say with a laugh.
“I went nuclear,” Natasha growls.
He leans in and steals a kiss.
“But,” she says with a girly sigh, “while I’m still screaming at him, I notice he’s on one knee. I thought maybe he was trying to grovel or something, then I realized he was holding the very thing he retrieved from the secret pocket. A ring.” She wiggles the massi
ve rock on her ring finger at me.
“And you said yes?” I offer, grinning.
“Actually,” Ren huffs, “she said, ‘What the fuck?’”
“Then I said yes,” she says, beaming.
“The makeup sex on the floor of my closet with my new fiancée was worth all that bullshit fighting,” Ren teases with a devilish smirk.
Yeah, that sounds like a healthy start for marriage. Crazy bastards.
I shoot a glance at Sofina and Ronan. “I can’t believe both of you pricks are getting married.”
“Better watch it,” Ronan says. “You’ll be married with a kid on the way too.”
We all laugh, then I point to him. “Wait…”
Sofina smiles, and Ronan shrugs. “We didn’t plan that part,” he explains. “My sperm is so fucking potent, man. Better watch out. You might get pregnant just from looking at me.”
Ren covers Natasha’s eyes. “Babe, don’t look at my brother.”
Natasha elbows him and makes him growl as he pulls her into a bear hug.
“Who has potent sperm?” Xavi asks, slinging an arm over my shoulders.
“Don’t let Blaine hear you asking that,” I joke, poking his ribs. “He’ll beat you over the head with a club and do some caveman shit like piss on you to claim you as his.”
Xavi cracks up laughing. “Is that one of your kink rooms, Joshua? Should I book Blaine and I a spot?”
“Actually, dickhead, there’s a room for that. Has a drain and everything.” I flash him a devilish look. “I could join in. Blaine and I could take turns pissing on you.”
“Maybe I’d be the pisser,” Xavi says, puffing out his chest. “Just because you assholes are built like brick houses doesn’t mean I’m the fuckin’ toilet.”
We’re cracking up when I realize my girl is out of sight.
“Where’d Quinn go?” I ask, pulling away from him to scan the crowd.
“The bar. She wouldn’t let us get her a drink. Independent woman you got there.” He pats my shoulder just as Blaine appears. “That’s my cue.” Xavi rushes over to him, throwing himself at him like a fucking kid and almost knocking him on his ass. Blaine’s massive arms wrap around him as he hugs him tight. They’re a cute couple. Somehow, those two opposites work.
