by Lacey Heart
“Girl, that’s what they all say.” She bats me off with a wave of her hand as she continues, “then, the next thing you know you’re knocked-up and forced into marriage. Although, I bet that would be the dream for you, right? And please don’t think I’m judging you because I’m not. Just know that I have a fantastic set of eyes and I’ve only seen a fraction of what Colby has to offer. And believe me, there is no way on this earth that I would willingly kick him out of bed.”
“Eww… that’s disgusting. Aren’t you two kind of related?” A shudder runs through me at the thought and I quickly shake my head trying to remove the unwanted images from my mind, hoping never to see them again.
“Not by blood, so it doesn’t count.” Jett curves her lips at me and says, “Hey, maybe you should keep your eyes on the prize because who knows, if Ryder keeps fucking me over then I might just try and swipe Colby from beneath you.”
“Whatever.” Now it’s my turn to bat her off. “Do what you want with him.” I reply as calm the summer ocean, but on the inside my jealous streak is working overtime and turning my anger into a tsunami. I need to keep busy, to stay focused and keep my mind free of all things Colby, so I lean down into the refrigerator to see of it needs a restock but it looks like Jett has already beaten me to it. “And, in case you hadn’t noticed already, Colby has a girlfriend.”
“Bullshit,” Jett booms down my ear and I almost jump out of my skin. “That barbie wannabe is no girlfriend. Definitely not one that Colby would wear with pride on his arm.” Jett waggles her flawless brows at me as she starts once again with her conspiracy theories. “You know, I’d bet my life there’s more to that little set-up. I say he’s keeping her close because he has no other choice.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
COLBY
I can feel the heat of her skin against mine, but it does nothing for me—not even a fucking twitch from the main guy.
I know she wants me. She always does and even though I don’t want to, I know I need to try my hardest to keep playing my part.
Tiffanie has already started asking too many questions and I don’t have the time, nor the energy to keep on making bullshit excuses anymore.
I’m done.
I’m so fucking done. But there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it right now. And that’s not for lack of trying on my part.
“Colby, baby…” Tiffanie grinds her bare flesh against me, and my dick is limp as fuck. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want me anymore?” she purrs down my ear and I can’t help but cringe. Gone are the days when she got me hard. Jeez, now when I look at her, I see she’s desperate and she isn’t even afraid to show it.
The truth is, no. No, I don’t fucking want her. I haven’t wanted her for a long ass time. But I only realized just how much I was done with her and her bullshit when I saw Willow again. Now, Willow—she’s a woman with class. And she definitely wouldn’t let anyone think or see her as desperate.
But I can’t just dispose of Tiffanie. Not yet, anyway.
I know I shouldn’t be leading her on, and I know it’s all kinds of wrong trying to do my best to keep her sweet, but what choice do I have?
Fuck. It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be. Especially when my heart isn’t in it.
All I can think about is Willow.
She’s on my mind every second of every goddamn day, and no matter how hard I try to shut her out, I can’t get rid of her. Not that I really want to, but right now she’s too much of a distraction.
I always thought the hard ball games we played would be enough of a thrill, to quench my need for her. I thought it would be enough to keep her at bay, but man, was I wrong. Now I’ve had a taste of her sweetness again, she’s all I can think about. She’s all my body craves for, and believe me, my cock knows the difference between Tiffanie and Willow.
My body knows I’m trying to entertain a motherfucking mongrel instead of the pedigree it’s become accustomed to. I’m not saying Willow is a dog by any means because she’s far from it, but Tiffanie is definitely a bitch—a real runt of the litter.
Fuck!
I’ve fallen into an impossible situation and my head and balls feel like they’re about to explode. I’m desperate to release all my anger and frustration, and Tiffanie really isn’t helping matters by purring sweet nothings into my ears. I know there’s only one way to stop it. There’s only ever one way to shut her up for a little while.
“Shut the fuck up and turn over.” I demand, my voice stern and sharp as my patience grows thinner by the second. Unsurprisingly, Tiffanie does as I ask without bitching, which is a rarity to say the least. All she seems to do these days is bitch about something and nothing. Well, if this cock-hungry bitch wants fucking then that’s what she’ll get. Not because I want to, because I really don’t. I’d much rather be balls deep in Willow.
As soon as I’ve figured out the next step in my master plan, I’ll have a much clearer picture as to when I can ship Tiffanie back of to daddy fucking dearest, but until then it’s back to business. Only now I need to remember to focus and keep up appearances.
Tiffanie lets out a satisfied moan when I grip the back of her throat and force her head down onto the bed. She’s never been one to shy away from rough play. Maybe because she’s nothing but a cheap, dirty little whore and I think it’s high time I started to treat her like one.
I grip the base of my cock with my free hand and close my eyes. I imagine that it’s Willow pinned down on the bed beneath me. Now, that’s a sure way to get my juices pumping again.
With Willow’s face fresh in my mind, I keep my eyes shut, refusing to ruin the illusion as I move my hand up and down my cock until it finally starts to come to life and grow harder and thicker with each second that passes.
Images of last night swirl in my mind as I remember the feel of her soft, heated flesh gliding against mine. The taste of her hard, pebbled nipples is still fresh in my mouth and the sound of her euphoric pleasure falling from her lips with each orgasm that tore through her body, while her walls tightened perfectly around my cock as she came again and again. She fucking milked me dry.
I feel Tiffanie push her ass up into the air, desperate for me to fuck her. Without any warning I line my cock up against her soaking entrance and thrust deep inside her as hard as I can. Tiffanie cries out and I still for a moment before slowly withdrawing again and my cock is slick with her juices. I try my best to pretend, but I know this pussy isn’t Willow’s and I know as much even with my eyes closed. This pussy doesn’t fit or feel the same.
If I’m being honest with myself, this just feels like I’ve reverted back to the old days. Back when I didn’t think twice or give a damn about screwing random broads for my own pleasure. But then I guess when you take everything away, all that’s really left is exactly that.
Tiffanie is nothing but a quick fuck with a random broad—one who means absolutely nothing to me. It might be a harsh reality for her, but it’s nothing but the goddamn truth.
CHAPTER NINE
WILLOW
“Now, what’s a girl like you doing working in a place like this?”
I look over to the man stood before me and watch him closely, trying yet failing to figure him out. Is he here for business or pleasure?
He’s a short, stocky man with a very shiny bald head and I’m one hundred percent certain I’ve never seen him at Sinner’s or around Redlake before. Because of his all my senses are on high alert. We don’t get many out of towners passing through Redlake all too often. Something about him doesn’t sit right with me. His whole persona screams all kinds of wrong, but I know I need to keep this professional.
“Now, what would a guy like you be doing in a place like this?” I smile sweetly, mirroring his words wisely as I try to play him at his own game. And I think it’s safe to say we both know that he’s the only one who looks out of place here.
The man doesn’t answer me at first, instead he takes his sweet ass time getting his fill while his small, be
ady eyes roam up and down my body before he offers me an evil, sinister smile.
“How about you grab me a whisky on the rocks and we can talk somewhere a little more private?” He winks at me and I quickly swallow down on the bile working its way up my throat. “Grab yourself one too.”
“Gee, that sounds like a plan, but I’ve already taken my break, and between me and you,” I lean over the bar and instantly regret it as the smell of stale tobacco and mold invade my senses. “the boss isn’t all too keen on time wasters.” I try my damned hardest to keep my voice nice and light, but his beady eyes warn me to tread very carefully around him. He doesn’t look like a nice guy and his whole persona oozes danger. Trust this motherfucker to show up when Colby and Ryder are out of sight.
“Well, that’s a real shame.…” he takes a long dramatic pause as he waits for my name.
“Willow.” I tell him before I can prevent the word from falling out of my mouth, and I could kick myself. What the fuck have I just done? Why did I just go and willingly divulge my name to him? He’s a total stranger—and a weird as fuck one at that.
“Nice name. Very unique.” He brings a finger up to his lips as I slide his drink across the bar. “Tell me, Willow… is the boss man around?”
Shit.
I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to him. I pause a little while longer than usually acceptable because I don’t even know which boss man he’s referring to. It could be Bryson or Colby. Either way, I guess it doesn’t matter all too much because neither one of them are in the building. Looks like I won’t be able to help him out with his little enquiry.
“I’m afraid that would be a no, sir.” I smile, hoping this will be enough to send him on his merry old way. When he doesn’t speak, I reluctantly say, “Is there anything we can help you with?” I turn my wide eyes toward Jett as soon as she’s close enough in the hope she picks up on my urgent need for back up. Securities all the way out front and it would be too obvious and a little drastic to alert them just yet.
“Oh, hey.” She’s quick to saunter over to us and she’s full of sass and confidence. It’s times like these when you can tell Bryson raised her, and he certainly raised her good. “What can we do for you, sir?”
I watch the man eye Jett with piqued interest, but I already know I don’t need to worry about her. Jett is definitely a chick who knows how to handle herself and then some. “Well, I guess that all depends on what you’re offering.”
A shudder runs through me at his sleazy comment, but Jett’s good. She looks like she’s taking this all in her stride.
“Me?” She laughs and brings a hand up to her chest. “Baby, I can serve you whiskey on the rocks way into the night, but that’s about all I can offer. If you fancy something a little on the wilder side, the poles open to none VIP’s at six.”
“Good to know.” His eyes narrow as he looks between the two of us and I really wish Colby or Ryder would walk through the doors and drag this sleaze-ball out of here. “But all I need is a quick word with Colby when he’s next around.”
“Sure thing.” Jett slides a napkin and a pen across the bar. “Just leave your name and number and we’ll get him to call you when we see him next.”
He reaches out for his drink, throws it back and slams it back down on the bar. “Tell him Deano stopped by. Oh, and make sure you tell him it’s urgent.” He slides the napkin back across to Jett without leaving his details and he must notice the confusion on Jett’s face. “He knows how to reach me.”
Deano, so he said he was called, pushes himself up off the bar and his eyes grow even darker when he looks at me and an evil grin creeps onto his face causing all the hairs on the back of my neck to stand tall. I haven’t got a clue who this guy is, but I can already sense he’s bad news. It’s oozing out of every pore in his rancid body. And if I was forced to take a wild guess then I’d say he doesn’t like me all that much. I guess it looks like my card has been well and truly marked.
I don’t say anything as I watch his small retreating figure move deeper into the crowd and I can sense Jett watching me watch him.
“Do you know that guy?” she asks, just like I knew she would.
“Hell, no. I’ve never seen him before in all my life and I really hope I don’t have to ever again.” I tell her truthfully, but the sudden niggle deep down in my stomach tells me we’re going to be seeing a whole lot more of Mr. Sleazy.
“Me too, girl. Me too.” she muses beside me. “But aren’t you curious why he wants to get hold of your man so bad?” She’s such a tease and I know she’s trying to get a reaction from me after my little meltdown before. “You know, I didn’t think anyone would know Colby was running this place while pops is away.”
My ears prick up instantly as she says this. I hadn’t even thought of that. Obviously this Deano guy must be from wherever Colby ran off to. Now, not only has he dragged back the likes of Tiffanie to Redlake, he’s now got dodgy ass guys looking for him too. But the burning question is this: why? What reason would they have to come looking for him here? Maybe Colby hasn’t given up that lifestyle, after all.
“And, he isn’t my man.” I shout after Jett as she saunters off, blissfully amused at my expense as she collects some glasses.
CHAPTER TEN
COLBY
“I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier…”
“Tell me what?” I ask, not really giving a fuck while I light up a cigarette. I seriously couldn’t give a damn what Tiffanie could possibly have to tell me, unless it’s to tell me she’s fucking back off to daddy dearest. Now that would be music to my ears.
“Daddy has arrived.” She sings.
My foot slams down on the break and we both lurch forward from the sudden jolt. What the fuck did she just say? Deano’s in town and she’s only just telling me this vital piece of information now. Is this bitch fucking crazy?
“Say that again.” I demand, hoping I didn’t fucking hear her right.
“Daddy’s arrived. He’s here in Redlake.” Tiffanie beams back at me and she’s all geared up like a junkie on crack. “Isn’t that awesome?”
Unfortunately for her I don’t share her enthusiasm. Not one single bit. “Fucking brilliant.” I slam my hand down on the wheel and glare at her. “And you’re only just telling me this now because…” I hurl out and I don’t even try to hide the anger from my voice. I don’t give a damn if she’s scared or when she flinches. Car horns sound around us and it all sounds like white noise in my ears with the exception of my thudding heart. Those motherfuckers can wait. Sure, we all have to be somewhere, but no one is going anywhere until I know what I’m about to walk into.
Deano is in town.
Deano’s in fucking Redlake and this dumb whore beside me didn’t think it was important enough to tell me. Of course she didn’t because she was too busy getting fucked by me first. The stupid, dumb bitch.
“Don’t be a dick with me, Colby. How am I supposed to tell you anything when you’re never around?” Tiffanie pouts her lips. Fucking great. Now she’s playing the victim.
“Don’t you dare try to turn this around on me.” I warn her and she’d be wise to listen to the threat in my tone. “How long have you known?” Tiffanie doesn’t answer me. Instead, she just watches me with a smug look on her overly enhanced lips. “Fucking answer me, you dumb fuck.” I slam my hand back down on the wheel, only this time it doesn’t have the desired effect.
Tiffanie takes her sweet ass time as she applies a coat of cheap pink gloss to her lips, and then when she’s satisfied she finally shrugs, “he called me a couple of days back because surprise, surprise, he couldn’t get through to you. After checking I was okay, he might have mentioned something about dropping by.”
“He might have mentioned it? For fuck’s sake, Tiffanie. You’ve had plenty of time to tell me.”
“Oh, yeah? When, because I never see you anymore. You’re always holed up at that stupid bar to even bother to give a damn about me.”
No fucking way is she actually trying to turn this around and make it all about her. “It’s business. What the fuck do you want me to do? Stay home and fuck you all day?”
“I remember when that’s all you used to do.” She pouts again and she knocks me sick. I’m getting so tired of her selfish bullshit.
I shake my head in disbelief and start up the engine again, putting my foot down on the gas. I need to find that mother fucker and fast. If there’s one place that Deano will be then I’ll bet my life that it’s Sinners. “Well, people change.” I finally tell her.
“Yeah, or they get distracted.” She’s quick to bite back. I take my eyes off the road to look at her and I can tell she’s pissed. But I haven’t got time to worry about her feelings. And, boo hoo for her, because I’m sure I’m more pissed than she’ll ever be. I still can’t believe she kept something so big from me.
“Distracted?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods and she seems so goddamn sure of herself. “You can deny it all you like, but you’ve changed, Colby. Ever since you arrived back in this hell hole you love to call home. And I know that bitch Willow has something to do with it.”
“What’s your problem? It’s like there’s no pleasing you anymore. So, come on. If you’ve got something to say, go ahead and get it off your chest.”
“My problem is you. You’re just not the same Colby I fell in love with and I’m too sure I like this version of you all that much.”
Well shit.
What the actual fuck. If my hands weren’t gripping the wheel as hard as they are, I’m sure we would have swerved, for sure. Does she not realize I have a whole heap of shit to deal with in my head right now, and she fucking chooses this moment to go and drop the ‘L-Bomb.’ Obviously giving her a hard fuck before we left the house didn’t pacify her mouth like it usually does. “We’ll talk about this later.” Is all I manage to say to her. “But first you need to tell me where I can find your father.”
