Chapter 49
Chapter
Forty-Nine
WREN
“ Y ou look fucking hot. I would bang you,” Delaney says as she gives me a final once-over.
After leaving Black Raven Ink, we go back to her place to get ready before we head to my surprise party at DD’s, which isn’t a surprise anymore because, god forbid, Delaney keeps a secret for more than a day.
She claimed a thirtieth birthday party called for a little black dress moment, and it would be an abomination to wear anything but that. I only agreed because she isn’t trying to force me into an outfit that makes me look like I’m going to a Taylor Swift concert. Colorful clothing clashes with my bad bitch personality.
So here I am, standing in front of Delaney in a black dress that leaves very little to the imagination. The deep V in the neckline does nothing to hide my ample cleavage and the tiny scrap of material that barely covers my ass is doing an amazing job of showing off all of my legs. The only thing I didn’t let Delaney pick was my shoes. I found these online at least three years ago. They were one of those purchases that you know you shouldn’t make because when will you ever even wear it? Well, three years later, and I’m finally breaking these bitches out. I even made poor Aldo drive back to Matteo’s to get them. Aldo is just along for the ride. He claims he has nothing better to do today, but the man has to be miserable.
The heels are black platforms, but what makes them fucking fabulous is the actual heel. It’s a silver revolver. The muzzle acts as the tip of the heel. The grip is right under my heel. I’ve been obsessed with these babies ever since I bought them, and I can’t wait to break them out. Even if it is only for DD’s.
My makeup is smoked out darker than I usually go, making my blue eyes pop. I paired this with a dark wine color lip to pull everything together. My hair cascades down my back in light waves that Delaney threw in when Aldo was getting my shoes.
Delaney lets out a squeal as she claps her hands really fast. “We’re going to have so much fun! Let’s get this party started!” she shouts, shoving my clutch in my hands.
Aldo lets out a sigh of relief from his spot on the couch. “Thank fucking god. I should have known you two didn’t actually mean you would only need twenty minutes to freshen up.”
“It’s only been thirty minutes. Chill, bro,” Delaney says as she rolls her eyes.
“It’s been two hours,” Aldo deadpans. “Two fucking hours.”
Oh.
Delaney and I side-eye each other.
Maybe it has been slightly more than thirty minutes, but I definitely know it wasn’t two hours.
“But did you die?” Delaney asks.
“I think getting shot again would have been more fun,” Aldo says as he stands and heads toward the front door of the apartment.
Delaney’s eyebrows shoot up as her gaze follows him out. “You’ve been shot?” she calls, following after him.
“Once or twice,” I hear Aldo respond farther down the hallway as I close the door and follow after them.
The party is already in full swing by the time we get to DD’s. The place is packed. All of the Dirty Devils are here, plus some. As happy as it makes my heart to see so many people I have grown to care about coming together to celebrate me, I have a Matteo-sized hole right smack dab in the center of it.
“Happy Birthday, babe,” Cain says, coming up behind me with Evan on his arm.
“Happy Birthday, Wren!” She smiles, her mismatching eyes shining bright. I know she’s feeling good because the only time Evan is even somewhat peppy is when she smokes one or has been drinking. Alcohol and weed make social Evan come out and play.
“Drinks are on the house tonight,” Cain says before whisking Evan away.
I take a minute to look around and drink everything in. Aldo has made his way into a corner booth. Some of the club girls have already found him, but I know he’ll still be watching.
“Tequila shots to get this shit started!” Delaney yells over the music as she pushes through the last couple blocking her from me. Her arms are in the air, holding the shots up so they don’t get spilled.
“Okay,” Delaney starts as she hands me my shot. “I had limes, but they fell off somewhere back there, so we’re raw dogging this, bitch.” I grimace as I take the shot glass out of her hand. The tiny salt rim is gone, along with my lime. Delaney raises her glass slightly to toast. “May you have the best birthday in the history of fucking birthdays and the best birthday sex in the history of birthday sex. The coochie better be meowing.”
A laugh sputters out of me. “What in the fuck was that?”
“A toast, bitch.” Delaney smirks. “Happy Birthday!”
We click glasses before I throw it back. The familiar burning and warming sensation is making its way down my throat, through my chest, and into my stomach. Nothing burns quite like tequila does.
“Thanks,” I say, the smile not reaching my eyes.
The next couple of hours go by in a blur. It’s probably due to all of the shots Delaney has poured down my throat. I have passed the level of slightly buzzed and have sailed into let’s fucking dance.
Aldo has left me alone the whole night, even as I sway my hips to the music. A few guys have come up behind me, wrapping their hands around me, but they at least take a hint when I remove them.
There’s only one man I wish I was dancing with tonight.
Just as my mood starts to dive from Matteo missing my birthday, another pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind, drawing my ass plush up against their front. My body tense at the unwanted contact.
“Happy Birthday, tesoro .” A deep, gravel voice I would recognize anywhere rumbles in my ear, making me relax instantly. His breath trails down my neck, making a shiver race down my spine.
A giddy feeling spreads throughout my heart, making my chest hurt as a huge smile takes over my face. “You’re here.”
“Of course I’m here,” Matteo says, kissing the spot on my collarbone he bit and drew blood from almost a week ago, lapping at the flesh with his tongue. “Did you really think I would miss something like this?”
Well, no, but… “I never told you when my birthday was, so I wasn’t expecting anything from you.” Which is why I shouldn’t have even been upset about it in the first place, but damnit, I was.
“It wounds me that you think I wouldn’t find out every little detail about the only woman that I can’t get out of my head.” He nips at my ear. “Dance with me, birthday girl.”
I feel something thick, long, and hard press into my ass as I sway my hips to the beat, lightly grinding back against him. A small hiss rushes out of my mouth when Matteo moves his hands to my hips, pressing in right where the second skin is.
It’s a good burn. The combination of Matteo’s hands on me and his breath on my neck is almost too much to take. I throw my head back, resting it against his shoulder as I arch my neck, giving him better access for his assault.
His lips work their way down my neck, leaving a trail of wetness from his tongue. “I should punish you for wearing this out of the house without me.”
“You’re here now, aren’t you?” I breathe out, trying to contain my moan.
“Yes.” He nuzzles my neck, grinding harder against me. “I am now, tesoro . But tomorrow morning, when it’s not your birthday, you and I are going to have a little chat about what outfits you can wear out by yourself and what you can wear when you have your knight on your arm. Spoiler alert,” he growls as he roughly grabs one breast in his hand, “this isn’t one of them.”
The moan I have been trying to contain escapes me, drowned out by the crowd around us. “I thought I looked good. ”
“You look fucking delicious. So delicious that I want to take another bite out of you. Make you bleed for me, again.” His words, combined with the deep rumble of his voice, make my legs weak. If his arms weren’t around me holding me up, I would be a needy, wet puddle on the floor that’s begging to be lapped up by Matteo. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Your pussy was drenched last time.” He lets out a frustrated growl. “Come on.”
My horny brain doesn’t have time to process what he just said before I’m being dragged out of the dance area and down the back hallway toward the breakroom. Matteo practically throws me inside before slamming the door shut and locking it.
“It’s been days,” he grits out, his voice rough as he advances toward me. Maybe it’s from instinct, but something in the back of my mind has me taking a step back with every step he takes forward.
What is he talking about?
“Days?” I say just as my back hits the lockers.
It’s a bit of a full-circle moment. Just a few months ago, we were in this same exact spot. A surge of wetness pushes through. I can feel it start to trickle down the inside of my thigh. This probably wasn’t the best time to not wear panties. It’s fucked up a girl has to pick between panty lines or evidence of me wanting to climb Matteo like a fucking tree dripping down my thigh.
Matteo’s mouth is moving, but I can’t hear anything over my anticipation of what’s hopefully to come pounding in my ears.
“What?” I barely get out.
“I said, it’s been fucking days.” Matteo slams his hands on the lockers above my head. I’m starting to spiral from everything that is him. His warm and spicy scent, the way the muscles in his arms flex as he tries to keep what little control he has left. We’re chest to chest and nose to nose. The only way he could get any more in my space is if he came inside. Please come inside, knight. The only thing that’s going to satisfy my drenched pussy is his long, hard, thick cock. “Fucking days since I’ve had a taste of what’s mine.”
Matteo’s mouth slams down on mine, wasting no time in waiting for me to react or let him in. He just takes. His tongue licks and swirls, and it explores every inch of my mouth, nipping my bottom lip along the way.
My hands wind in his hair, giving it a hard tug before pulling him closer as I moan into his mouth. His hands are all over my body. Caressing my sides, roughly cupping my breasts as he kneads them. By the time he pulls back against my hand's resistance, we’re both gasping for air.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, pushing my breasts together so they’re spilling even more out of the dress. One more good grab and my nipples will be out. “Just when I think it can’t possibly get better than this, you go and blow my fucking mind. It’s never been like this…” He trails off, eyes hungrily roaming my body. “I need this off,” he roughly says before he lets go of my breasts, quickly grabbing the bottom of my dress and lifting it up and over my head.
My hard nipples hurt from the cool air of the breakroom hitting them, making them impossibly hard. I feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t touch them.
Matteo sharply inhales, barely getting out, “No bra,” before he swoops down and takes a tight bud into his mouth, continuing the same assault he did against my mouth minutes earlier.
“A bra wouldn’t have worked with this dress,” I say before letting out a loud hiss as he bites down on my nipple. Hard. Ouch. “Holy shit! What was that for? ”
His tongue laps at the sting, trying to soothe it. “That is for thinking it was okay to not wear a bra without me around. If I have to murder some bastard for looking at what’s mine, it’s going to be your fault.”
I’m too turned on to care that what he’s saying is completely fucking crazy. There’s this messed up part of my brain that turns me the fuck on when he gets all possessive. It’s a thrill I love to chase.
My mouth falls open as his hands start to move down my sides; the anticipation of where they’re headed is almost too much to take. His hands freeze when they get to my hips.
“What is this?” he asks, pulling away from my breast. “And where are your fucking panties?”
Oh shit.
The tattoo.
Matteo’s questioning gaze searches my face, looking for some sort of answer. His eyebrows lower even further as he takes in my wide eyes. We don’t break eye contact as he slowly lowers to his knees. Only then does he move his gaze to where he feels the second skin under his hands.
“Is this what I think it is?” he rumbles, brushing his thumb over it lightly.
“If you think it’s a tattoo, then yes, it’s what you think it is,” I say dumbly. The feeling of being bared to him while he’s still fully clothed is starting to creep up on me. I had zero regrets about my decision earlier, but now I’m second-guessing it. What if he really does hate it? I’ll want the ground to swallow me up so I can crawl into a hole and die.
“I know it’s a fucking tattoo, Wren.” Matteo rolls his eyes. “Are these fingerprints?” There’s an edge in his voice that I can’t quite put a finger on. Some intuition in me tells me I need to answer this correctly, or this conversation could go very badly. And if my kitty doesn’t get some cream soon, I’m going to fucking riot.
“Yes,” I say slowly, unsure if that was the right answer.
I hold my breath, waiting for him to respond. Matteo doesn’t say anything for what feels like an hour before he finally gets out in the same tone, “Whose fingerprints are they?”
Whose fingerprints are they?
Is he fucking for real?
I’m going to punch him in the face if he thinks I would get a random guy’s fingerprints tattooed on my body. I’m not even joking. I’ll fucking do it.
I take a few quick breaths, trying to find every ounce of patience I have left to answer him without losing my shit. “They’re yours…” I say slowly, hoping to get it through his thick skull.
The room is quiet, and I hear Matteo’s sharp inhale as his nostrils flare before he pushes up into a standing position.
“Wha—” I start to ask what he’s doing until I see him frantically undoing his belt and pants. He takes his hard cock out that I’ve been tortured with from behind most of the night, giving it one long, hard stroke.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasps. His hands are under my ass, lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around him. The head of his cock presses against my clit, making me cry out. One of his hands leaves my ass to grab his cock, guiding it down my slit and to my entrance, which is dripping for him. Only him.
He doesn’t make me wait, slamming home. All of the air leaves my lungs, making a silent cry leave my mouth as it drops open, and my head flies back against the locker. A dull ache barely registers in the back of my head, but that feeling quickly disappears from the fast and hard pace Matteo has set.
His face is wild, and he pounds into me, all control gone. I can feel my walls start to flutter around him, and I know I’m not going to last. There’s been too much build-up tonight. The anticipation made this dance so much more intense. He adjusts his angle slightly, making me cry out. Every stroke hits that tiny spot deep inside. The spot that no other man has been able to hit.
“Come, Wren,” Matteo growls. “Fucking come for me.” My walls start to tighten at his words, the familiar tingling feeling growing at the base of my spine and working its way to my toes. “Yeah. That’s it.” Matteo reaches between us, rubbing my clit at the same pace he is pounding in and out of me. That’s all it took. One more thrust and I clamp down on him in a vice grip, milking his cock. If I was coherent enough, I would have seen his eyes roll back into his head as he let out a choked groan, spilling his release deep inside of me.
“Holy shit,” I pant, feeling him softening in me and the mixture of us dripping down my thigh.
“You really got my fingerprints tattooed?” Matteo lets out a rough laugh in disbelief as his damp forehead rests on mine.
“Yeah,” I say shyly. “I take it that you like it? I did it as a little birthday present for me but for you.”
“I fucking love it, Wren,” he says as he lightly rubs his thumbs over both sides. “I know I shouldn’t be touching it, but I can’t fucking help it. Any guy that has the balls to see that part of your skin will know you’re fucking mine before he dies.”
“Why would he die?”
“Because I’ll fucking kill him for looking at what’s mine.” He says it like it’s not a big deal, like something like this happens every day.
Fucking psycho.
All of the men in my life are crazy.
Matteo throws my dress at me before he tucks himself back into his pants. “We should get back out there and enjoy your party. I have a gift for you at home. I don’t want you to think I’m a cheap ass and didn’t get you anything.”
What? Not once in my life would I ever describe Matteo as a cheap ass.
“Don’t worry.” I laugh. “I think you’re safe. I didn’t even know you knew it was my birthday.”
“Even if I hadn’t looked it up on my own, I would have found out from Delaney. I received a very interesting phone call from her.”
“Oh god,” I groan. “What did that crazy bitch say?”
“She basically told me she was throwing you a party at DD’s, and if I didn’t show up, she would personally hunt me down and stab me in the balls with a needle over and over again until they looked like a used voodoo doll.”
“I’m so sorry.” I can’t help but laugh as I adjust my dress. “I swear I don’t know where she comes up with half the shit she says.”
“It’s all good. I’m glad you have someone like that in your life.”
“Me too.” I smile softly at him. “Ready?”
Matteo returns my smile. “Fix your sex hair, and I am.”
Goddamnit.