“Guide me in, babe,” I murmur against her neck as I kiss the column of her throat.
Leighton guides me toward her center, I can’t control the moan as soon as I move my hand out of the way and I come into contact with her warm wetness. Reaching down, I wrap my other hand around the back of her knee and pick her up, pressing her back against the stone wall for balance.
“Yes,” she breathes as soon as I’m buried deep inside of her.
I don’t move right away, instead I stay where I am, where I belong. This is home. This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I almost lost. Pulling out slightly, I slide back inside, lifting my head, I look into her deep blue eyes.
“Never again,” I rasp.
She presses her lips together, her eyes wide, but she doesn’t agree. That’s fine. I’ll make her see that I’m in this with her. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, her fingers digging into the leather of my cut as I move slowly inside of her, taking her, grinding my pelvis against her clit, knowing with each hitch of her breath and flutter of her pussy that she’s climbing closer and closer toward her climax.
“You’re mine,” I state. “Only mine.”
She still doesn’t speak past her panting breaths, but that’s fine, she’s not going anywhere, not anytime soon. I continue to take her, making love to her outside of the clubhouse, against a filthy wall, during sunset.
It’s not romantic, it’s nowhere near classy, but it’s me and this is pretty much what my life is like. Filthy, classless, take and take, but all while giving to those who deserve it.
“Yes,” she hisses.
I pump faster, fucking her harder as I slam her back against the wall. She whimpers, growling as she murmurs me on, begging me to fuck her harder, not to stop—never to stop. Doesn’t she know, I’m never going to stop. She doesn’t have to even ask. Whatever she wants from me, she’s got it.
“I’m coming,” she cries out.
She doesn’t have to say a fucking word, another thing with her, I can feel that perfect fucking cunt squeeze me. Her thighs shake, she lets out a sigh and I know that she’s coming down. Except, now it’s my turn. My hips move, harder, faster, sweat gathering on my forehead, at the small of my back, as I slam into her over and over until I finally still and come.
We stay that way. Her against the wall, my cock buried inside of her, softening, as we both catch our breaths.
“Let me go,” she whispers.
“Never,” I grunt.
“This was the last time.”
I let out a low chuckle, touching my mouth to hers, I take a step back and release her, helping her stand on her shaky legs. Before I can even look down and admire her, she’s bending over, pulling her shorts on.
She turns from me as I pull my own jeans up and fasten them. I don’t ask why she’s suddenly being modest, don’t matter. I’ll have her laid out on my bed by tonight anyway. Kiss every inch of her beautiful body that I’ve been not only missing, but craving too.
“It wasn’t,” I grunt.
She spins around, taking a step closer to me as she tips her head all the way back, her eyes narrowing on mine. “It absolutely was. I’m only here because Dutch made me come back,” she snaps.
“Dutch?” I ask.
My blood burns beneath the surface at the mention of the other man. I know who he is, having only seen him in passing. What I don’t know is how the fuck she knows him and why in the fuck she has been with him, near him, and he fucking brought her here.
“You wanna explain that shit for me, and explain it really fucking quickly?” I demand.
She doesn’t move like I expect, obviously not frightened of my anger. She should be. She doesn’t know me well enough to realize what the fuck I’m capable of, and right now, I’m downright capable of murder.
“He’s a friend,” she states.
I shake my head once, unsure of how to process this without murdering a bunch of fucking people and starting a war. Clearing my throat, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair.
“A friend,” I repeat slowly.
She licks her lips, her eyes flicking from mine to the ground, then back up to meet mine again.
“Just a friend, unlike whoever the fuck that was in the background when you were gone. And whoever the fuck was the reason you didn’t call me for days and days,” she snaps.
I deserve that, deserve a fuck of a lot more, too. But I won’t say shit. It happened and there’s nothing I can do to change that. If she wants to know, really wants to know, I’ll tell her, but she doesn’t, I know she doesn’t because I sure as fuck don’t want to know what she’s been doing with Dutch.
I’m a sick fucker though. I’m about to force her hand and find out what a friend is to her. If a friend is someone who puts his dick inside of her, he’s about to be a dead fucking friend. Inhaling through my nose, I let out a growl.
LEIGHTON
The look in his eyes, it’s downright terrifying. Even the day he took me, he didn’t scare me. I was nervous, but kind of excited to go with him. Anything to get out of my father’s house was fine by me, I would just deal.
This is different though.
He is downright full of rage.
Gone are the way his gaze dances. His dark orbs are not glittering. They are emotionless, but when I look beyond that, they aren’t just emotionless, they are fucking dead. Maybe I shouldn’t have popped off about the women, but I did and I can’t take it back.
“You want to know all the details? Told you I wouldn’t lie to you and I won’t. I’ll never lie, Leighton. I wouldn’t disrespect you like that, wouldn’t make you feel a fool.”
“It’s too late for that,” I whisper. “I already feel like the biggest fool.”
He doesn’t say anything right away. He takes a step toward me, then another, until his entire body is pressed against mine. Legs to legs, chest to chest, his forehead almost touching mine. He’s breathing heavy, obviously pissed off, but he doesn’t have a right to be.
“You ain’t a fool, mi reina. Don’t say that shit again.”
“What am I then? You walk away, promising that we’re going to be something. You lied. Then as soon as you turn around, as soon as I’m out of sight, then I’m out of mind and you’re fucking whoever, wherever, and contracting whatever. You only wanted me because I was a toy for you to play with while you’re here. You don’t give a fuck about me,” I snap.
His nostrils flare again, his breathing becoming even heavier. “You think I’m playing you?”
“I don’t have to think anything.”
It is the wrong thing to say. The absolute wrong thing to say. I know it as soon as the words leave my lips, but I couldn’t hold them in, I couldn’t even try. They just came out and my eyes widen when he shakes his head once.
Before I realize what’s happening, he lifts his hand. He doesn’t hit me, doesn’t even try. Instead, he wraps his fingers around my neck and starts to squeeze.
“You need to learn to shut the fuck up, babe,” he barks. “I wouldn’t put just some dumb puta in my house. Wouldn’t make a place for you in my life if I thought you would be a good fuck for a night or two.”