Petty Rage: Westbrook Blues Book 4

by Mpofu, Thandiwe

  I had to deal with that, and all the while, I needed to plaster a smile on my face and celebrate her birthday.

  Too much.

  It was all too much.

  The car slows down as Noah turns onto a dirt road.

  I have no idea where we are or where we’re going. I just hold still, waiting for him to find a spot—like he always does—to park and then let me loose.

  He does just that, but this time, when I get out, I’m met with one of the most breathtaking views I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.

  “Where are we?” I gasp, soaking in the natural beauty of this place.

  “The other side of the mountains that overlook Westbrook Blues.”

  My God.

  There’s a stream of rushing water and a waterfall I can hear from here, all of it surrounded by a beautiful forest. It’s like an enchanted, hidden oasis that delights in nature. Undisturbed by human idiocy and all the mess we create for ourselves and others.

  The moon is out tonight, casting a glow on the stream that makes me feel… safe for some reason.

  Or maybe I’m trying to fabricate an illusion of peace in my mind to try and subconsciously cope with all the stress, the hurt, the pain and everything else I won’t feel tonight.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  He doesn’t say anything.

  His jaw is still locked as he walks over to the back of the car where he takes out bottles of Jack, a vodka and my favorite red wine that he had me try one time before when we used to be… well, friends of sorts.

  I walk over to see what else he brought and true to form, the black blanket with glow in the dark fairies is folded neatly in the back.

  He passes me the unscrewed wine bottle. There’s still a hell lot more annoyance lingering in my veins, but I accept the bottle anyway and chug it down like a pro.

  Noah watches me silently, but he doesn’t judge me. He’s never really done that.

  Sure, Astraea and Ivy are my best friends in the entire world, but sometimes, I get the feeling that I’m too raw, too untamed which is code for, too much from the wrong side of the tracks.

  They’ve never said that about me, and honestly even if they did, I don’t think it would bother me.

  I am too much at times.

  I have a chip over my shoulder. I am street smart. I’ve had to be with all that I’ve been through, but what bothers me is that I wonder about what they think of me sometimes.

  Some of my insecurities are thinking I don’t belong in places sometimes.

  Thinking that I’m not wanted, that I don’t matter. That I’m too much.

  The thing is, I’ve always been an outsider no matter where I go, but the whole trying to figure out what the most important people in my life think of me, that bothers me.

  Not Noah though. He’s always been up front and blunt about what he thinks of me.

  “That shit on your face is making you glow in the fucking dark.”

  Case in point.

  “It’s glow in the dark glitter, asshole. It helps the… clients locate us when the club goes dark.”

  “And you still think working there was your fucking life calling? Glowing in the fucking dark of a disgusting club?”

  “Not all of us were born with a fucking golden spoon in our mouths.”

  “Apparently.”

  Fuck, the way he’s looking at me right now, like I’m the villain and he wants to take me down by any means necessary. And tonight, he got a monstrous rise out of me with just a mere flick of his wrist.

  “Pass me the burning stuff.”

  If this was another day other than what it is—tainted with blood that we can never wash off our palms—then I’m pretty sure he would’ve smiled.

  But in this case, he unscrews the cap, raises it to my lips and waits.

  As if in a trance, my lips drop open, he steps closer and presses the mouth of the bottle to my lips, but he doesn’t pour.

  He waits.

  My heart rate spikes up another notch. His eyes filled with rage and so many other emotions that I suddenly can’t read, hold mine captive as they pierce into me. His unease is clear but so is mine.

  Can he sense the inner chaos taking place in me? Can he sense my yearning as well?

  Tonight, he looks so sensually handsome, rakish-looking and a bit… closed off, I can’t help but ask.

  “What?” I demand, even though we agreed never to ask.

  “No fucking questions.”

  “Tell me anyway.”

  “I’ve been sinking in a dark place.”

  “I know.”

  “Last Hell Day was bad, but tonight…”

  “We’ve both been sinking,” I whisper, the admission falling from my lips like a litany.

  “I’m going to be hard,” he whispers but his voice carries and smashes into my soul like he just shouted at me. “I’m not going to be gentle.”

  His gaze is intense, communicating with me more than his words are. Goose bumps race down my arms all over again.

  “You’ve never been gentle and I’ll always demand more.”

  “Fuck,” he reaches for me the same second I launch myself at him.

  I don’t hear the bottle drop to the ground or anything else for that matter as I wrap my legs around his waist, locking them at the small of his back.

  He cups my ass in his palms and squeezes. With a moan, I shove my hands in his hair and start kissing him with a wanton need I’ve never quite felt this acutely.

  The thing about Noah, he’s a fucking addictive kisser.

  I’ve never been kissed like this before, with a carnality that makes me wet in an instant.

  He kisses like he’s fucking me with his tongue, marking me, taking my words and replacing them with his name.

  He bites my bottom lip, making me gasp, but with him, I’ve always given him back what he gives me.

  I kiss him, then suck on his tongue mimicking the way he wants me to suck his cock.

  “Fuck, you little vixen,” he curses. He puts me down for a second, shoves down the joggers I’m wearing. He pauses when he sees the fucking tiny skirt I’m still wearing. “You look fucking hot in this. I had this fucking image in my head of bending you over that table in the middle of that fucking club and sinking balls deep right there and then so they could all see me take you.”

  Jesus.

  I know I’m soaking wet. I shift my thighs, trying to relieve some of the discomfort.

  “Stop that,” Noah demands, his voice low, demanding and brooking no argument. “You won’t be making yourself fucking cum. I do that.”

  Shit.

  “Come here.”

  He picks me up again and starts kissing me like he wants something from me.

  I can feel his erection right over my soaking wet pussy. He’s so hard like stone and I want him inside me. Right now! I’m aching.

  Driven by something I won’t name right now but somehow tastes like desperation, I grind over him, wanting something more from him than before.

  He denied me this last Christmas.

  He’s denied me this since well, since the last Friday the 13th and now I feel like I might combust if he doesn’t give me… even a slight reaction.

  “I need you, Noah,” I whisper breathlessly on his ear, then I start breathing down his neck before inhaling his rich, enticing scent that drives me wild and out of my fucking mind for a reason I can’t explain. “Please.”

  I feel him tense, but I don’t stop. I bite his earlobe, then press my lips hard against his as I reach for the fly of his jeans, quickly unbuttoning it and then sliding down the zipper.

  At the same time, I feel him hiking up the short skirt I’m wearing, then he slides a hand over my bare ass and then… to my soaking wet cunt.

  I hiss.

  “Fucking soaked,” he whispers, playing with my clit, applying just a bit of pressure to make me feel like I’m going to explode but not enough at the same time as if to remind me that I cum when he says so.
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  “It’s you,” I admit.

  “Fuck yes, it’s me.”

  He slides his ringed thumb inside me, and I almost jump at the sensation. I lean over and rest my forehead over his, hanging on like a fucking koala as I clench down on his thumb.

  “Take me out,” he demands.

  Like a hussy, I rush to reach in his jeans and just as I thought, he’s commando. Softly and tenderly, his thick, hard and long cock falls heavily in my palm and he groans.

  I squeeze him gently, only to pause when I feel something else.

  “You got a dick piercing?”

  A hot thrill races down my spine when our gazes connect and lock.

  My mouth starts to water as I squeeze him some more, a pained and erotic groan escaping his lips when I wrap both fists around his cock, trusting that he’ll hold me up.

  “I wanted to see if you have a gag reflex,” he purrs. His sudden teasing makes me desperate to have him and suddenly, I can’t take it anymore.

  “Fuck me, Blue Fairy,” I whisper. “Please.”

  “Don’t fucking beg,” he grits out but still, he moves and suddenly, I’m sitting at the edge of the tailgate. Gently but with carnal intent, he spreads my legs until I’m fully exposed to him.

  Before I know it, he rips my thong off, exposing me to the silent, sleeping world. I’m aching, shifty, and I feel empty but when I look up at him, I suddenly feel so vulnerable, naked from the waist down, exposed only to him. Only ever to him.

  “You have no idea how many times I’ve gone crazy with wanting to come and find you just so I could do this,” he says roughly. “To find you, spread eagle for me, ready for me to make you fucking come for me.”

  With his calloused, deft fingers, he parts the lips of my sex. “This cunt…” he trails off, then in a breath, he plunges three fingers into me.

  I jump, a silent scream on my tongue.

  “Settle down, Kimmy,” he whispers. “Don’t move any part of you, do you understand?”

  Mutely, I nod, his fingers holding still in me.

  “Good girl,” he purrs. “Now, lose the hoodie.”

  “But—”

  He silences me with a look so hot, the words just melt. I don’t know how he expects me to remove my hoodie without moving, but I raise my arms and wait.

  “You’re going to have to do the rest, Blue Fairy,” I whisper. Noah is an alpha in bed and in life but I’m demanding too.

  “That’s my girl. And don’t you fucking move.”

  The hoodie is ripped off me, but then he rips apart the skimpy, see through t-shirt I’m wearing and then his mouth covers my tit in the same second that he starts thrusting his fingers in and out so fast, I lose my breath.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” I gasp, feeling too much, too soon.

  He bites down on my nipple, twists the hardened bud with his teeth and then he hits my G-spot.

  I fly apart like fireworks at a freaking fair.

  But he doesn’t slow down or give me time to breathe. He thrusts even faster than before, repeatedly hitting my G-spot as if his only focus and agenda tonight is to drive me crazy.

  He shifts focus onto my other nipple. It’s like he’s building a hungry storm in me, the hunger building more intense than before until…

  I come all over his hand. Again. I bite back my scream.

  “This cunt… so fucking responsive. So wet and tight,” he whispers. “And so fucking greedy.”

  He slips his fingers out and I watch stunned and frozen as he licks each finger, then his palm.

  I shudder, looking up at him. I don’t know what he sees on my face, but he leans forward and takes my lips in a kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and he starts fucking me with it, mimicking the way he screwed me with his fingers.

  But at some point, the kiss turns into something else.

  It feels different than the ones before. It’s not rushed and it’s not slow, it’s just… too much.

  Pressure starts building in my chest.

  “I’m not done with you,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ve never been done with you.”

  My sex ripples, the rawness of his words almost pushing me to the brink of another orgasm.

  Something bubbles up in my chest. I can hardly remember what day this is as I stare into his eyes, panting and ready. The sexual tension, the way he’s watching me, I can already see where this night is taking us. A primal, hot, sweaty and explosive night.

  I’m proven right when I feel his thumb at my clit, rubbing it, circling it, strumming a symphony that starts a thready moan from within me as only he can.

  All through this, we don’t break gaze. I reach for his hard pierced cock, stroking the head. Pre-cum leaks at the head, but I want more.

  As the tension starts building in me, he smirks. I want him to go over the edge with me. I just want him.

  “Fuck,” he whispers hotly. “Slow down.”

  “No way.” I grin. “Let me rock your world.”

  “Then do it right, Kim Possible.”

  Fucking bet.

  I pump him, holding his gaze through it all. I’m literally unable to look away, unable to go through this chaos that he’s weaving as my hips start pumping along to the way he’s applying pressure to my clit, without him anchoring me.

  But I want more.

  Pushing him away, I drop down from the tailgate then quickly switch with him. Pushing him down to take my previous spot, I climb over him, my knees on either side of him.

  Noah catches me, holding my gaze. “What’s the game plan?”

  “Climb up your fucking sexy body and then take you deep inside me until you cum with my name on your lips.”

  “That mouth, fuck me.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I’m panting in anticipation, almost shaking with the need, driven by the rush of emotions I’m doing my best to bury.

  I wrap my fingers around him, positioning the head of his beautiful cock against my slick, wet pussy. I lean in, wanting to scent him. I love the way he smells naturally but when he’s aroused… it’s a seductive mix that awakens every need in me that’s screaming to have him.

  I start to slowly sink down, adjusting to the wicked sensation of his piercing inside me.

  Besides that, it’s been a while since I had him, so that I need to shift from side to side, but I’m too feverish, too hot and aroused to care that Noah is big and he comes with a bite of pain. Physically and emotionally.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasp.

  “You can take me.” Noah snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me closer right before he whispers, “Allow me.”

  He thrusts up as I push down and my senses go into overdrive.

  “Fuck!” we both hiss.

  The bite of pain, the excruciating deliciousness of his possession, I revel it all. I cling to him like I never want to let him go, staring into his eyes as he looks up at me with brazen eyes that make me fall for him all over again.

  This man…

  There’s no time to adjust, no time for anything as he fills me to the hilt and like the sex machine that he is, he starts pumping me with deep, measured thrusts, topping me from the fucking bottom. His fingers grips my hips, positioning me the way he wants me.

  “So fucking tight,” he purrs. “When was the last—”

  “You. Friday the 13th.”

  Pressing my palm flat against his chest, I meet him thrust for thrust, clenching down on his cock, wanting to drive him crazy and feeling amazingly stretched.

  “Ride me, beautiful girl,” he bites out, his neck arched and I love that strain.

  I love the way his lips part with a silent gasp as he watches me.

  It drives me crazy when I see the way his eyes are dilated, but it’s the lust that flares in his eyes as he looks at me that makes me breathless.

  He wants me.

  For sex, not for anything else beyond this.

  The pain I thought he’d successfully buried after what he did earlier starts filtering back. />
  I feel the sting of his rejection from before.

  I remember the look he gave me when he found out who my father is.

  Shame blooms in my chest and I look away.

  “Don’t fucking look away from me.”

  I close my eyes instead, feeling the overwhelming sensation of being had by this man. A man who knows some of the deepest secrets in my life but unlike before, he’s not mine. Not anymore.

  “Noah.”

  “Don’t, Kimmy.”

  I’ve been craving for intimacy with Noah since the last time I had the pleasure of having him, but somehow tonight, especially after the explosive way everything came to a head last Christmas when he accidentally saw the ugly scars on my back, everything feels different.

  What is going on tonight? This isn’t usually how we do this, what we do on the 13th.

  We never talk. Not much anyway.

  We just drink, we smoke, and we fuck the entire night, but this…

  “Come back to me,” Noah whispers, snapping me out of my reverie. “Whatever that was, let it go.”

  “I’m right here,” I murmur.

  “Then fucking show me, Kimmy.”

  I do just that. Sweat mists on my skin, as I push him back, gaining the leverage I need to ride him. I can feel his heart thundering under my palm. I start rising and falling, feeling his temperature rise under me. Lust pulses through me, and instinct just takes over.

  “Ah fuck!” Noah breathes. “Just like that. Take it out on me.”

  I feel wild for him, and I’m sure I’m half-crazy in love with him but I’m fully aware that no matter how fucking good this is, how high he gets me, I can’t ever tell him a damn thing. So, I do take out my frustrations on him.

  He shifts me into an angle of his liking until each thrust hits the sweet, tender spot in me. His piercing heightens the feeling and I start trembling, stunned that he doesn’t touch my clit at all, but I’m about to come from just his expert thrusts.

  “Oh God,” I gasp.

  “Not God, just a fairy,” he says cockily.

  He brings me closer by the nape of my neck. I can feel the orgasm about to explode in me but he’s the only one who knows what I need to get me there.

  But instead, he just holds my gaze. I can feel the spasms begin in my core and then it becomes full blown.