33. Chapter 32
Chapter 32
BECCA
“This is the place you want to eat?”
Of course he would be like this. We hadn’t gone out to eat very often, but when we did, I usually picked because Shyloh was the giving type.
“Yes. How many times do I need to tell you that I love sushi? I heard this was the best restaurant in a thirty-mile radius of us. So… be open minded.”
He rolled his eyes and grunted.
“Are you serious right now? Why are you being a dick?”
“Because, Becca, I get judged in restaurants like this.”
My brows pulled together, and I reached for his arm. “Wait, why? ”
Before entering the building, Shyloh turned and said, “The last time I had sushi, the waitress said and I quote, ‘Wow! People who usually order this much do it for catering. It seems like a lot.’”
I stood there blinking. “So, what’s that mean? Why does that upset you so much?”
He leaned into my space and whispered, “Because… she essentially called me fat.”
I slapped his arm and laughed. “Oh, please.” I opened the door, and turned to look at him. “You are not fat. Besides, people here don’t care as long as you give them a good tip.”
Shyloh grinned. “I can give you a good tip, if you know what I mean.” He winked, gripping the door and gesturing me inside. “After you, malady.”
This man was an absolute tyrant.
***
“Wow. You ate over forty rolls by yourself. How does that make you feel?”
He groaned, leaning back in the chair. “Like a fat lard, Becks. I overdid it.”
I giggled. Shyloh was so much more than I anticipated him to be. He was funny and kind. He had a lot of things that I wanted in a man, in a partner, but could I tell him that? Would he feel the same?”
“Excuse me. I’m sorry to bother you, but are you, Shyloh Mendoza?”
A blonde-haired woman with a black halter top tucked into tight leather black pants stood by our table, ignoring me completely and staring into Shy’s soul.
What the fuck? This tramp needs to get the hell away from our table.
He wouldn’t answer her in the way she likely wanted.
“Yes, I am,” Shyloh responded with a polite smile before flickering his gaze to mine.
“I thought so! I was hoping that I could maybe get a picture with you?” the bimbo asked in her high-pitched voice.
I’d dropkick her so hard that—
“That’s so nice and I appreciate you recognizing me, but—” Shyloh gestured to me and smiled. “I’m having lunch with my girlfriend, so I’ll have to pass this time.”
Yeah, that’s right. Go away. I was his girlfriend. Girlfriend.
Wait? Did we discuss this?
He smirked and she nodded in disappointment. “Okay. Thanks anyway.” My eyes trailed her as she walked away and sat down with her two friends who were just as gorgeous as her. Disgust was written all over her face as she talked to the other bimbos and turned to point to me.
When we locked eyes, she squinted at me, as if telling me she wasn’t scared of me. So, I picked up my drink, tilting it back to sip my iced tea with my middle finger sticking up in the air as a silent fuck you .
A giggle erupted from across the table and my eyes darted to meet the eyes of an amused Shyloh .
“What? What’s so funny?” I snapped.
He smirked. “Oh nothing. You're looking a little green. You okay?”
I sat my glass down and leaned across the table. “I’m a lot of things, but jealous is not one of them.”
He laughed. “I didn’t say you were jealous, but apparently… it’s on your mind.”
I sighed. “Besides, I’m much prettier than her anyway.”
“Damn right you are.” Shyloh signed the check and stood, reaching out to grab my hand. “You are gorgeous and when we get home, I’m gonna fuck you into tomorrow.”
I stood and he pulled me close to him. There was always a hint of mischief in his eyes, but when he leaned over to kiss me, he did it not to be bad, but to claim me in front of everyone. I was his and there was no denying it.
“Let’s go, babe, before you start sprouting horns and decide to drag that woman down to hell.”
He was so—wait?
Before I could reply, Shyloh was tugging me behind him. I’d follow him anywhere at this point.
Right?
***
“Yeah, I’ll talk to you later. Give Lenna all my love,” Shy said, hanging up the phone with who I assumed was Conrad .
“What are they up to?” I asked, folding the towels by the dining room table.
We had fallen into this routine of me going to work part-time and him staying here, helping me keep the place in order. Any extra bills I couldn’t pay, Shyloh would help me with. I was starting to notice the spark that was so prevalent before with him was starting to dim.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I was holding him back from a job or being able to do something he wanted to do. He hadn’t said anything, but he knew where I stood on moving back to New Orleans—it was out of the question. I’d never go back.
“Oh, he was just telling me about the coaching job and how the team is doing. How was your day?” Shyloh asked, kissing me on the side of the head and grabbing some towels to fold alongside me.
“It was okay. I’m supposed to lead another retreat coming up soon, but I’m not sure I want to.”
“And why is that?”
“I was just thinking that I didn’t want to leave you here—”
He huffed out a breath. “C’mon, Becks, I’m a big boy. I can feed myself, get myself dressed, and every once in a while,” he leaned towards me whispering, “I can wipe my own ass.”
We both laughed. We had become well acquainted with each other more than we would have liked. The warmth of hands gripped my own. “It’s been a long day, let’s get cleaned up,” Shyloh murmured .
I dropped the towel onto the tabletop and turned, walking towards the bathroom. “Fine, but no funny business,” I scolded.
A slap followed by a sting on my ass stopped me dead in my tracks. He pressed against my back and whispered in my ear, letting his lips touch the lobe, “Oh, I plan on doing lots of funny business.”
“No, you won’t,” I said, running towards the bathroom giggling. The thumping of wood followed behind me as Shy chased after me. I made it to the door, opened it and stepped inside.
Breathing heavily, I was in part excited and terrified all at the same time. I squealed when his tattoo-wrapped hand gripped the door, pushing against me and breaking into the bathroom. After stepping in, Shyloh clicked the door closed behind him. Reaching down, he gripped the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head.
His hazel eyes followed to my hands that gripped the bottom of my dress, pulling it over my head. My breaths were ragged from the chase, but even more so… from him.
As Shyloh stepped toward me, I stepped back. We played these back-and-forth steps until I was pressed against the wall of the bathroom. The warmth of his hand gripped my head, pulling me close to him.
“You know, I do love chasing you. But do you know what I love even more?” Shyloh growled.
I sighed. “What’s that?”
He pressed a kiss in the corner of my mouth, soft, slow, torturing me. “I love catching you.” Another kiss in the other corner of my lips .
“I love the way you want to fight me, but you can’t.” He pressed a gentle kiss against my neck and his hands fell to my hips, gripping my underwear and pushing them down.
“Because you know that you feel the same about me.” His hand drifted between my legs, and he whispered into my lips, toying with my tongue. “Ask me how I know.”
I groaned as Shyloh’s fingers slid into me, arching against him, my head pushing into the wall. “How?” I asked breathlessly.
His mouth captured mine again, slowly coaxing me to kiss him back in the same seductive way. He pulled away slightly, “You are always soaked for me. I fucking love it when you respond to me this way. You don’t push me away, you pull me closer.”
His left hand gripped my hip, pulling me up and pushing me against the wall with his other hand pressing into me. He was perfect.
My core was on fire; he was the only man that could barely touch me, and I’d combust. I pushed my hips into his hand, and he chuckled. “So, fucking needy, aren’t you?”
Removing his hand, Shyloh gripped my hips and placed me on the counter. A chill sent through me the moment my skin touched the cold marble. But the coldness dissipated the moment he pulled my body close to his, diving into my mouth. Kissing me like his life—his whole world—would come crashing down if he didn’t have his lips on mine.
I grew frantic, pulling down his pants and gripping his hard length in my hands. Rubbing my hand up and down, he groaned into my mouth, “I’m gonna fuck you on this counter if you keep doing that.”
Now I wasn’t going to stop. I started to go faster, and Shyloh threw his head back with his mouth parted. My eyes traced over the tattoos that started below his ear and trailed down his arm, wrapping around me. A quick grab of my wrist stopped my motion, and my eyes flew to his.
“I have never had sex bare, but I want nothing more than to have you on this counter, right now,” he said, but in more of a question. My body couldn’t help but react to his proclamation of wanting to have me with nothing between us.
I knew I hadn’t had sex in absolutely forever and I trusted him. I couldn’t even say words because it would take longer for him to be inside of me if I opened my damn mouth, so I nodded, nipping my bottom lip.
“Fuck yes,” Shyloh whimpered. He tilted me close to the edge of the counter, leaning me back with my head against the mirror. I watched as his dick pushed against me, and my body opened to let him in. Flames consumed the inside of me as he started to move.
I reached around his neck, pulling his mouth to my lips as he fucked me on the counter. The slap of our skin echoing in the bathroom and the panting against each other was music to my ears. His tongue danced against mine as I became completely soaked. I was losing my damn mind.
Shyloh bare inside of me was the epitome of perfection .
“Fuck, Shy,” I breathed against him as his mouth found mine again. He started to slow down, and I whimpered in sadness at the change in pace.
Gripping me, he pulled me completely against him, and he stayed inside of me as I looked up at him. His eyes were glossy, and his lips pulled into a gorgeous fucking smile.
Leaning his body over me, Shyloh gripped my neck and my hips, holding me in place. “I want to kiss you while my dick fills you up, baby. I want to—” he hummed, licking my nipple and causing me to squirm. “I want to fuck you slowly on this counter. I want to torture you.” He kissed my other nipple and captured it in his mouth, using his tongue to flick it.
I moved again and he pushed harder against me. “If you’ll be a good girl and kiss me, I’ll fuck you again.”
I smirked because this man knew how to play this game with me. He knew what I wanted without saying a word. I tilted my head, pressing my lips against him. We slowly explored each other as our hands moved against each other’s skin. I could feel the pulsing of his dick inside of me and the rush of wetness that caused my legs to tingle.
With his mouth still locked onto mine, Shyloh pulled out of me and slammed back in, causing me to arch closer to him. He did it again and again until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck me,” I groaned into his mouth as he quickened his strokes. Faster and faster, he slammed into me while I sucked on his tongue, causing us both to moan. Our moans because frantic and louder the harder he fucked me. His arms held me against him as I felt the fire spread through my lower stomach, my toes starting to curl as I called out his name.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Come all over me. Come for me,” he growled. I felt my orgasm rip through me as Shyloh pumped harder and harder and his tattooed hand gripped my face, forcing me to look at him.
“Can I come in your pussy baby?” he asked with wide eyes. Hopeful eyes.
I nodded, but he gripped my face harder. “Words baby. Can I?”
“Yes, please come inside me.”
His mouth recaptured mine as he slammed once, twice, and on the third time I could feel his heat pour into me as his tongue danced against mine slowly while we came down from the high of our orgasms.
He stayed in place for a moment before he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
My brows scrunched. “For what?”
Shyloh deadpanned. “You said no funny business and I definitely funny business-ed my way inside of you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I was hoping you would.”