Then I was coming so hard and fast inside her, I was honestly worried for her safety.
I mean, who could survive an explosion like that?
I knew I couldn’t.
I nearly doubled over her, my hands clenching so hard on the backs of her thighs that there was no way she wouldn’t see an imprint of my hand when I was done.
My eyes closed, but I still processed the movement of a person in the yard beyond my window.
Likely my neighbor, getting a front row view of my coming inside of my woman for the first time.
But I was too broken to do much more than think, yeah, I should probably stop fucking her in front of people.
My breaths were coming into my lungs in sharp pants, and each time I inhaled, a stray lock of her hair went halfway down my throat.
I pulled back slowly, forcing my body to respond even though I wanted to pull her down to the floor and seat myself inside of her forever.
She looked dazed as she stared at me in shock.
I brought my lips down to hers, whispering them back and forth, inhaling her exhaled breaths.
“Holy shit.”
I laughed at her quietly, my eyes finally going to the yard beyond my window to see my neighbor walking away, adjusting himself.
I snorted and said, “The neighbor saw.”
She looked over her shoulder at the man walking away, then turned back to me and shrugged. “He saw nothing. I mean, it was obvious what we were doing, but beyond my bare back, he didn’t really get a good show.”
She did have a point.
“Let’s go get your shit out of that house,” I whispered against her lips.
“If you insist…” she sighed. “But if you wanted to stay here, allowing this to continue, I’d be all for it.”
I reluctantly pulled back, allowing our sticky skin to separate even though I’d rather stay exactly where I was, too.
But the sooner I got her into my place, the sooner I could do this whenever the fuck I wanted.
“Let’s go,” I urged, pulling my pants up and covering my cock just in time for Lindy to walk into the kitchen with a garbage bag full of clothes.
Lindy took one look at us, Iris’s hair all disheveled, and her skirt rucked up, barely covering her lower half, and curled her lip in disgust. “You could at least wait until I’m gone to do that.”
I could.
But I wouldn’t.
Because I wouldn’t be putting a time limit, or a location limit, on where and when I fucked my girl.
“We’re about to head to your new place and empty it,” I said without comment to her ‘waiting’ suggestion. “Don’t steal my towels while I’m gone.”
When Iris didn’t move fast enough, I smacked her ass, causing her to yelp.
“Hey!” she cried out, her eyes narrowing on me.
I grinned at her, and that narrow-eyed look melted off her face as she shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
Five minutes later, after a refresh on Iris’s part, I was on my motorcycle while following Iris to her old place.
When we arrived, it was to find Teller standing there, talking to some blonde, and looming over her while he pinned her to his car.
Iris parked and I pulled up right behind her, not paying attention to the woman or Teller as I made my way to the gate that led directly to Iris’s place.
It was only as I was holding the gate for her, and looking back, that I realized that Iris wasn’t there waiting to follow behind me.
She was frozen halfway across the yard.
“What…” I turned around, looking to see what had caught her attention, only to see her gaze focused on the couple in the yard.
My heart started to sink at the look of devastation on her face, then a feeling of anger started to rise.
But, just that quick, my anger all but dissolved when the couple separated, revealing Iris’s sister.
Her makeup was on point, and her hair was styled to utter perfection.
The only thing off-kilter about her at all was the way her lipstick was smudged.
I looked from Teller to Iris and realized the same thing that she did.
“Iris,” I called, breaking the stare down that she now had going with her sister. “Let’s get you packed.”
Iris came, stomping her feet as she did.
Her hands were fisted at her sides, and she looked so utterly adorable that I couldn’t stop myself from pulling her into my arms the moment we made it into the gate.
Pressing her body against the corner of the fence using my own much bigger body, I placed my hand on her throat, then tilted her head up to look at me.
Her eyes were dilated, and no longer was she thinking about anything or anyone but me.
I squeezed slightly, causing her breath to hitch as I tilted her head back with my thumb.
“Fuck ‘em,” I whispered.
Then kissed the holy hell out of her.
CHAPTER 19
Blood donors in Sweden receive a text when their blood is used. Why the hell can’t they do that in the USA?
-Text from Iris to Shine
IRIS
A sneaking suspicion stole over me from the moment that I saw my sister kissing my ex-boyfriend.
When I’d walked into the apartment after my canceled flight, I’d seen the blonde hair. I’d seen the nice body. But I’d never, not in a billion years, have expected that it was my sister that Teller was kissing.
I mean, I’d straight up, no holds barred, ran out of that place like my ass was on fire. Not passing go. Not collecting two hundred dollars. Nope.
I just left, not confirming who the mystery woman was.
Now… I was regretting it.
I started to think about all the things that I’d done that day.
I’d gone to dinner with my family, like usual, and told them all that I had one more flight there and back from Dallas to Detroit, and I’d be back midmorning the next day. I’d then headed to the airport and sat there for two hours before hearing that the flight was canceled.
I’d driven home then, which had given Abby more than enough time to get to my place.
Meaning… I had to know if it was her.
Pulling out my phone, I sent a text message.
It bounced back as undeliverable, which pissed me off and let me know really quick that I’d been blocked.
The absolute whore!
My next option was social media, which, surprisingly, she didn’t have me blocked on.
I found out why two minutes later when I saw her latest post. A photo of her and Teller with the caption saying: Hanging out with my favorite guy today.
That twat.
The funny thing was, I wasn’t offended that she was hanging out with him.
At least, I wasn’t offended she was hanging out with him now.
I was offended she was hanging out with him then.
While I was fucking dating him.
I growled and went to the messaging portion of the app, pulling it up and typing out the message before I could think better of it.
Me: Were you the one with him that night I came home early?
Abby: Wouldn’t you like to know?
Me: Yes, I would. I would also like to know what I ever did to you to make you hate me so much you thought it was a great idea to date my boyfriend.
Abby: One day, maybe you’ll find out. For now…
Abby: You’re a cunt.