Very fucking different.
Otelia blinked her eyes several times, a sign to release her mouth so she could talk. I loosened the slack a bit but remained pressed against her tits, restricting her movement.
“Let me go, Mac,” she demanded.
“Not a fucking chance in hell.” I held my ground.
She raised her chin in defiance.
Brave little kitty cat.
“He told me how you and his precious little wifey used to fuck each other like rutting mules.” She used her free hand to grab my leather belt and pull me flush against her warm pussy, raising her leg for better access. “How you were in love with that uptight bitch, but she chose him instead. Tell me, Darragh…did she smash your blackened little heart to pieces? Did you cry into your pillow knowing your supposed woman was giving it up to the next man?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Not a fucking chance in hell,” she spat my own words back in my face.
Heat.
Arousal.
It ricocheted between us.
Our collective hunger mingled as one, inches away. I watched her lips part and lift into a salacious smirk as she dared me to act. Listening to her taunts provoked my inner beast. He wanted more. He wanted to punish her sassy mouth. I released my hold on her face and spun her around. Her arms reached for the hood of the car. Just like before, she pushed her succulent ass against the front of my tented suit pants. We moved in tandem and with purpose. Belt buckle, button, zipper. I stood behind her naked from the waist down while she hiked up her skirt and spread her knees apart.
Wrong angle.
I hit the button to lower the driver’s side window and laid her belly over the opening, head dangling inside. Now, her ass was perfect for the taking. Perfect height, perfect vantage point, perfect in every way. I wasted little time in doing so.
I reached inside the glove box and grabbed hold of the box of condoms I kept there. One was all I needed. The rest were discarded on the ground somewhere in the distance. My teeth tore into the foil wrapping savagely. Once sheathed, I lined up my cock and slammed into her awaiting cunt, lifting her feet completely off the ground. I groaned through the tingling sensation that started on the underside of my dick and spread throughout my body.
Her pussy felt like heaven.
“Not so smartass now with your pussy full of hard cock, are you, woman?” I gibed with a thrust.
“Kiss my ass, Mac.”
“Told you before, kitty cat. I much prefer to fuck it instead.”
“Do your worst,” she mewled.
I fucked her like an animal, banging knees against the quarter panel, grunting, rutting, abusing her pussy like it owed me something. Every time I hit bottom, she banged a hand on the armrest inside the car and screamed my name. It drove me to pump into her faster, rougher, stronger. When I finally nutted with a guttural roar, I pulled out, yanked off the rubber, and spilled my seed along the small of her back, watching as it ran down the crack of her ass, marking, claiming.
I shot hard.
I shot motherfuckin’ hard.
Mine.
I struggled to find my bearings, the fog taking its sweet-ass time to clear, mind and body spent. When was a woman too much and not enough? I’d spent years trying to reconcile Bella’s choice to toss me aside like yesterday’s trash. I’d strived to be better, stronger, more ruthless, more determined. I’d needed to prove to the world and to myself that I was more than just the youngest MacCabe. I was wrong to put so much stock into one person. Lost in the greatest feeling of ecstasy I’d ever known, I finally accepted this truth.
Otelia Mae was decidedly too much.
Bella O’Brien, on the other hand, was never really enough.
CHAPTER 28
Otelia
GOOD MORNING, MY love.
I know I’m due to see you at school in less than an hour, but I just couldn’t wait to tell you this: I love you. I love you. I love you. You are my everything, Odie. You have no idea the depts of my feelings for you. I know, I know, it’s too damn early in the morning for this sappy shit, but I just couldn’t help myself. Meet me by my locker before first bell. Did I tell you that I love you? Alright, alright, see you soon.
I listened to that voicemail for the rest of the night, over and over until sunlight peaked through my curtains at daybreak. Mac drove me home only after I’d convinced him that O’Brien wasn’t the one responsible for the fish incident. Whether he believed me or not, I’d needed to get away from him as quickly as possible. My head was a jumbled mess of confusion varnished with an unhealthy dash of self-loathing after the closeness we’d shared. I told myself it was just sex, fucking amazing sex, write-home-to-your-momma sex. Still and all, nothing more would ever come of it, not while I was a waitress and he was a crime lord. That much was certain.
Still, I needed my best friend to cosign my foolery.
It was the only way to rid myself of this guilty conscience.
I drove over to Nipsy’s hoping to catch Maribel between the morning rush and lunch crowd. It had always been my favorite part of the day when we worked together. We’d catch up on the latest gossip, sing sitcom theme songs off tune, or talk shit about how much we wanted to quit while filling empty saltshakers. I missed those times, but more than that, I missed my friend. It was me who’d created this distance between us. Jealousy and envy could suck big donkey dick. I wasn’t above groveling for her forgiveness. She would do the same for me.
“You better not be calling out sick, girl,” Nipsy shouted from behind the counter as soon as I hit the door. “Not paying for extra security around here for my health.”
“Don’t worry, handsome.” I saddled up to one of the chairs and gave him my biggest tip-grabbing smile. “Just stopped by to see Maribel. No need to get your panties in a bunch.”
“In the back,” he growled, pointing his thumb in that direction.
“Thanks, big boss.”
I found Maribel hunched over in the storage closet grabbing a few essentials to restock the tables. Fear, remorse, regret. A whole slew of feelings twisted and turned inside my stomach as I watched her happily humming along to a lighthearted tune. She startled, grabbing at her chest in surprise, once she noticed me standing in the doorway. A moment later, she settled.
“Odie!” she huffed, dropping a bottle of ketchup. “You scared the crap outta me, girl.”
“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to frighten you.” I laughed.
“No worries. It’s good to see you!”
“Same, girlfriend, same.”
We stood there gawking at each other for a few moments like complete idiots, neither one of us knowing what to say, what to do, or how to act. My fault.
“Wanna sit down?” She motioned to a set of brown boxes marked Mayonnaise. Hopefully, they were strong enough to hold our weight, or Nipsy was going to shit a brick.
“Sure, sounds good.”
We took a seat.
“How have…”
“I wanted to…”
We spoke at the same time before sharing an easy laugh. So many things I wanted to say in that moment. Our relationship had always been easy; she had my back and I had hers, friends till the end. Did she still think me as such? I wouldn’t blame her if she told me to kick rocks and never speak to her again. She had every right. I was the one who’d cut ties after the love of her life returned. I was the resentful bitch who wouldn’t accept the relationship she’d formed with her whore sister. I was the one who’d created this distance between us by demanding a shift change just so I didn’t have to see her every day. I was the asshole in the equation.