Chapter 34
34
MALICE
T he cage fights start tomorrow, but instead of training with Josh and Mac, I am sitting next to Rue in Sweet Creations' back office, answering interview questions from a blind dude named Ben.
“If a customer asks what they should buy, cake or pie, what would you say?” He directs the question to me.
“I would ask who and what it’s for.”
“That’s good. And you, Rue?”
“Same as Malice. Then I would suggest cupcakes or the variety pack of sample-sized pies.” She points at the glass case of baked goods. “I personally would buy the packs of samplers. People can try different flavors and then come back and order the full-size version.”
Ben smiles. “Full-size version. I like that.”
“Do you name the desserts yourself?” Rue asks. “Do you trial different recipes?”
“I do, and yes, I am open to experimenting. Would you and Malice be interested in coming up with some?”
I look at Rue. She has a huge smile on her face. Her latest interest is baking from scratch. We went through so much flour that the next time we went to the store, we had a coupon for free flour waiting for us. That girl of mine.
“I’m in if Malice is. What do you think?” She turns to me with an expectant expression.
“I’m fine with it.” I like the fact that she asks for my take. She’s been doing that a lot more since the night of the Friendsgiving party.
“I look forward to what you two come up with. Currently, I order in but would love to offer desserts from local bakers.”
Rue grabs my hand under the table and squeezes. Ben calling us local bakers excites her. I squeeze back. Anything that makes my girl excited gets me excited too.
Ben reaches down and pulls something from his computer bag. “Fill out the employment papers and bring them in next Saturday. Does the week before Christmas work for the two of you?”
We answer, “Yes.”
“Good. Ever will have a schedule ready for you two. One last question. Do you both have reliable transportation?”
“Yes,” I answer for us.
Ben extends his hand. “Welcome to Sweet Creations. Ever spoke highly of the two of you. She will be your supervisor.”
We shake hands and rise from our seats. I credit Rue for getting us the job. I barely spoke a word to Ever before she abruptly left the party. “We’ll bring the papers by. Thank you, Ben.”
In my pickup truck, Rue is quiet. I reach over, pull the seatbelt over her chest and lap, and buckle her in. “Whatcha thinking hard about?”
“My job for your parents is over. Minus the party, all the conditions are met. I’ll give notice.” She stares out the window.
Grades above a B. Check.
Get a job. Check.
Do two good deeds. Check.
I grasp her stubborn chin in my thick fingers and tilt her face to mine. “That doesn’t mean you and me are finished, Rue. We’re just beginning, baby.”
“Okay.”
There’s uncertainty in her beautiful eyes. I tip forward and press my mouth to hers. “We are not over.” I enunciate every word, making it clear I will not abandon her, ever.
She must see the truth in my eyes. Rue closes hers. I slide my hand under her hair, splay my fingers over her nape, and kiss her until she begs me to give her more. Not here. Not in the parking lot. When I make love to Rue, I want her to come for me only. No one else should glimpse or witness her serene expression as she comes with a soft sigh.
I pull out of the parking lot. There’s a place I would like to take her to, not for making out and making love, but because the place means something to me, and I want to share my piece of heaven with my girl.
It was my place of solitude when I needed to think. It was also a place where my broken heart semi-healed. Making the rest of my heart whole again will depend on what happens with Rue and me.
“Thank you, Rue.”
“For what?”
“For putting a positive spin on the party.” I still can’t believe my boys and Rue and Leigh put it together on such short notice. “My place is my sanctuary and not a frat house, and how you explained it to my parents, that the party was to help ease the rivalry between our schools, and bring the senior class together, was smart. You are one smart cookie, Rue.”
“Inviting both senior classes was your idea. I just put a nifty spin on it, that’s all. There’s nothing smart about it.”
“Hey, don’t put yourself down. You are smart, Rue. Never let anyone say otherwise, okay?”
She smiles. “Okay.”
“When will you tell my parents?”
“After we drop off the papers and get our schedules. Are you excited? Are you okay with your first job being at a bakery?”
“What excites you excites me. If anyone gives me a hard time, I’ll do a hard sell. I’ll be so convincing, they’ll come in and put in a large order.”
She laughs. “Nice.”
We headed opposite my place.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
Shit, I should’ve asked first. “Will you go on a date with me? Spend time in Dumas with me, Rue? If it’s a negatory, I understand. It’s a last-minute change. Say the word, and we can head home and plan how we’ll make world peace happen one dessert at a time.”
Home . My place will be empty without Rue there. Where will she go? What wasn’t safe about her old place? I would ask Isaac, but he and his boys have been MIA during mine and Mac’s training sessions. Where the fuck are they?
Eight fighters. Four rounds. The winners from the first round go on to the second round until two fighters are left. Whoever wins the final round wins the purse money.
For entertainment, Isaac and his boys put together a “social hour.” Or more like time in between for fighters to get a quick fuck or two in with the groupies before they get back in the cages, and for the spectators to indulge in overpriced food, booze, and their own hookups.
“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you. I would never refuse you, Malice.”
I will never tire of that line of hers that reels me in, hook, line, and sinker. I reach for her hand and drop kisses on her fingertips. Thank fuck Rue won’t be at the fights. There will be too many randy dudes, and no way in hell could I keep my temper in check should they dare lay a finger on her.
I turn off the main road and drive down a long dirt road. The truck’s big tires take the rough road like a champ. I knew I would take Rue somewhere other than back to my place after our interview. Dumas was it when she went on and on about Dumas’s Botanical Garden and how beautiful it is at night. She and Ever exchanged numbers at the party.
We drive up to a locked gate. The gate doesn’t keep people out; they can easily jump the metal swinging gate. It is there to keep out cars or big, jacked-up pickup trucks.
After I unlock the gate with my copy of the key and drive the truck past the gate, I lock it behind me to be on the safe side. It’s isolated out here and my girl’s safety is my priority. We drive another mile until we come to a fork in the road.
“Head right, and there’s more land. Go left,” which I’m doing, “and we’ll end at a clearing for parking and a dock for fishing.”
“This isn’t Dumas,” she says with a smile on her face.
“Nope,” I pop the fucking P . “This is a place I’ve been wanting to bring you to. Only you, Rue.”
I reach for her hand. Rue sets her small hand in my mammoth one. Such dainty fingers. I bring her hand to my mouth and drop a kiss on her knuckles.
“This is my parents’ private piece of heaven. Ten acres. Undeveloped. A river where fish run aplenty.”
“Nice.”
“Very.” I park in the clearing. “Me and my dad used to fish from this river when I was in elementary school. Then his and my mom’s work took up more of their time, and the fishing stopped. They said someday this piece of heaven will be mine.”
We have a view of the river and the dock. I roll down the windows.
“When I have kids, I’ll bring them here for fishing and camping. I’ll tell them to invite their friends and their families too. Friendsgiving taught me that food tastes better and a home is more inviting when shared with others.”
I’m glad Midnight convinced me and Red to go. Apparently, he’d heard through the grapevines, probably from Isaac—they’re close—that Rue is living with me, “Malice-sitting,” and it’s not sitting well with Red. That we’re a love triangle in the works ready to implode at any moment with fists and mean-as-fuck words.
I don’t know where anyone gets the idea there’s a triangle of sorts going on between us. We’re more like planets circling a common sun—Rue. Red stayed in the periphery as Rue and I made our rounds talking to Midnight’s friends. We held hands. I kissed her forehead. My big arms wrapped her from behind.
We came off as a couple, but I never claimed Rue as my girl. We Sterlings understand the rules, though the outside world believes we’re all head cases. I can’t claim Rue as mine unless Red makes it plain and clear that Rue isn’t his girl.
He's slowly getting there. I can see the defeat in his eyes whenever I catch him looking at her. I feel for my cousin; I truly do. And if what Rue says is true, that Red is hung up on Olivia, I’m here if he needs to talk.
When I get the chance, I’ll text him for a meetup, and we’ll shoot the breeze about whatever comes to our mind first. Then, I’ll slowly ease the conversation to the topic of Olivia. What is it about her that he’s hung up on to the point he hasn’t had a serious relationship since she left town?
“It was nice, wasn’t it, seeing old friends and making new ones?”
I nod. Yeah, but what made the night the best was having her at my side. She moved around the crowd like a pro, and I preened like a rooster in the henhouse. Rue belongs with me.
“We have an hour before the sun sets.”
“Are we staying for that?”
“Only if you want to.”
“I’d like that. It’s so peaceful.”
We unbuckle our seat belts and stare at the river and the trees on the other side. The leaves have fallen for the season, and the branches are bare.
“I came here often after things went bad between us.” I hug the steering wheel. “The quiet gave me time to think. It was when I still had the pickup truck that we made love in.”
How much pain did Rue go through? Was anyone with her when she went through her miscarriage?
“I wish I’d been there for you, Rue. That is my one regret.”
“Regret. You haven’t called me that in a while.”
“Because you’re not. It was meant to rile you up. But I hurt you, didn’t I?”
“Yes. My mom admitted I’m her biggest regret, and it’s the reason she named me Rue. Every time you called me Regret, I was reminded of how I’m second best. The regret after the blessing in my mom’s eyes.”
“Aw, Rue, I’m so sorry, baby.”
I pull her into my arms. My chest aches. Regret is a knot in my stomach. I did so much damage with my words. I drop a kiss on the top of her head and apologize over and over. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I was an insensitive jerk.”
“Drop out of the fight.”
I hang my head. “Anything but that.”
“ Malice .”
“I can’t, babe. Please understand. That’s all I’m asking for.”
“Fine, I’ll drop it, but tomorrow could be a different story.”
She can ask again, but I am not changing my mind. Lives other than mine are at stake.
“What do you plan on doing with the money if you win?”
“I’d make a donation to the food bank.”
“Food bank or a messed-up Malice?” She weighs the options in her hands. “Not an equal choice. Your life is more important. Big J will hurt you.”
“I can handle him.”
“Have you seen the guy?”
“When we signed papers.”
“The release of liability and next of kin contact papers?” she asks.
“How do you know?”
“I hung around the fights for the past three years. This is the first year Isaac’s banned me. Do you know the reason?”
“I’m guessing you already do, so why ask?”
“I want you to say their name.” She crosses her arms. “To understand how dangerous this year’s fights are because they will be there.”
“The McCabes.”
“Mobsters from the Bay Area.”
“A rumor.” I reposition her so that she is sitting sideways on my lap.
Rue stretches her legs on the bench seat. “We all better hope so.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and locks her eyes on mine.
“Thank you for apologizing. And for telling me why you came here. I had a place I went to also after I… after we lost the baby.”
Tears well in her eyes. She sets her forehead on mine.
“I spent time at Isaac’s. My father left before I was born. I didn’t know where my mother was. My uncle wouldn’t have understood, and we weren’t close. And Riley had her own issues to deal with.”
She smooths her hand over the collar of my shirt. It’s hot in the truck, even with the windows cracked open. I roll up my sleeves before I cocoon her in my arms.
“Isaac didn’t know what was wrong, other than I cried a lot. He didn’t judge. I didn’t say a word. I just cried. He accepted my silence and didn’t try to get an explanation.”
Me. I’m the one who fucking hurt her so badly that all she did was cry and kept her sadness to herself by not saying a word.
“I was out of it for two weeks. That’s what he said after I came back to reality again. It was like waking from a deep sleep. I was disoriented, tired, and couldn’t think straight. He let the school know I had whooping cough and some unknown contagious virus and needed to be kept in quarantine.”
She smiles, and her face softens. Rue loves him, and that thought doesn’t bother me. I’m grateful Isaac was there when I was the one who abandoned Rue during a time when she needed a friend the most.
“He held me and never said everything would be fine. He understood that things wouldn’t be fine for a long time. Afterward, I went back to living with my uncle and his girlfriend. He didn’t ask about my absence. She held it over my head. I don’t know what he sees in her. She’s not a good person.”
What does she mean? I ask. I cannot stay silent any longer and assume. Not when it comes to Rue. I love her and have never stopped loving her. Fuck me. I love Rue Lee.
“She played mind games and accused me of stealing when I hadn’t. She locked the cupboards and the fridge unless I paid her. She would hit me where the marks wouldn’t show when I didn’t bring in more money from the odd jobs I did around town.”
“Where was your fucking uncle?” I grind out. No wonder where Rue stayed was unsafe. She was going through mental and physical abuse.
“He didn’t know, and if he did, he didn’t care. He loved her, and I was an inconvenience. The last straw was when she invited a man over while my uncle went to Dumas to see my grandfather.”
“She was cheating on him?”
Rue shakes her head, and her face darkens as though remembering or reliving something god-awful. Fuck. Fuck. Please don’t say you were sexually assaulted. Otherwise, I will be serving a life sentence for murder.
“He was there for me. She sold me to him for five hundred dollars.”
She laughs, and it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“I told her to shove the money where the sun didn’t shine because, one, she had no right, and, two, because I was worth more than five hundred measly dollars. I grabbed the small television in the dingy kitchen and slammed it over his head before smacking it across his face, and then I called 9-1-1. He denied everything, pressed charges, and I was sent to juvie because no one believed me.”
“Because of your bad rep?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, Rue. I’m so sorry.” I bring her to me with my palm on the back of her head. She went through so much.
“Can you believe the year is almost over?” she says next to my ear. “Soon, we’ll graduate. Kids will leave. The memories will go with them. New kids will take our places.”
She talks as though we’re discussing the weather, but there’s sadness and hope in her voice.
“Do you think, in time, people will forget my bad reputation? I don’t steal for gain, Malice. I do it for destruction. Riley does it for good. It’s how we’ve lived. I destroyed. She gave back.”
“You give back too, Rue.” I stroke her hair and run my palm down her back. “You’re a great friend to your crew, to Red, to Isaac and his boys. They wouldn’t love you so much if you weren’t good people.”
“I’m not good. Otherwise, I would have patched things between us and told you about our baby and what happened, rather than hating you for not being there. How could you when I never let you in? She was yours as much as she was mine. You cared for me. We made love. You weren’t a random guy who knocked me up. You were, are, my best friend, Malice.”
My throat tightens. A gnawing ache eats away at my core. “Don’t shoulder all the blame, baby. I should’ve gone to you and demanded I be let back into your life. You are my best friend too, and knowing that, I understand how stubborn you can be. I should’ve said stubbornness be damned. You are mine, our little girl was mine, and I should have fought harder for both of you. Instead, I did what everyone else did. I abandoned you.”
I pick her up by the waist, intending to distance her from my anger. She stops me with her hand on my arm. “Don’t. How about we let go of the blame and the bad feelings left over from the past? Can we agree to move forward and forgive but not forget?”
How is she so wise? Old soul, young body, and I fucking love her. Then why can’t I say the words? Is it because I’m not one hundred percent certain where I’ll be after graduation? Inside the glove compartment is an early acceptance letter from Stanford and Texas A&M guaranteeing me a spot in the starting position with their football teams.
What will Rue say when I ask her to visit the campuses with me? I’m hoping for the best but planning for the worst. I have it from a reliable source that her boys, including Red, will be attending DU next fall.
The worst-case scenario is that she goes where Red goes, and I head elsewhere without her. That means leaving pieces of my heart with her, and I can’t live with the thought of not having her by my side.
But until that moment comes, I’ll do my best to love her to the fullest, and that means believing in who she is and who she will become because Rue is the nicest girl. Bonus? She has a big heart.
“I can forgive but not forget on one condition.”
“What’s that?” She caresses down my neck and lingers on my pulse point.
“Believe in yourself. Never put yourself down. You are good enough, Rue. You are more than enough, babe. Do you know why?”
Her brows furrow. “Why?”
“Because who you were when you were thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, fuck, sixteen, when we lost our virginities to one another, is not the same person you are now at eighteen. But all of you at those ages made you who you are now, and I’m grateful you went through the shit you did, though my heart hurts for you.”
She tears up. Aw, shit. I’m making my girl cry. I hold her in my arms. Her tears are warm on my neck. I grasp her chin between my fingers and soak up the wetness on her face with my sleeves. She is so beautiful, and I tell her so.
“I’m such an ugly crier.”
“Don’t.”
Her brows furrow.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t refuse a compliment. I don’t give them out left and right, baby. You. Are. Beautiful.”
Her face softens. “I care for you. So much.”
“I care for you too.” It’s okay that we’re not saying the three little words. We have time. I have time to love my girl with all my heart. She has pieces of my heart. I own the rest. What we have makes my heart whole.
“Can I ask something of you?” She toys with the hem of her dress. “I’m done with hurting. I want to feel a different emotion.”
“What would that be?” I get where she’s going with the conversation. I’m feeling the same. I want to kiss away her hurt and replace it with slow lovemaking as the sun sets in front of us.
“Make love to me, Malice.”
“I would never refuse you.” I cup her jaw in my palm, press my mouth to hers, and confess my deepest desire. “Since seeing you in this dress, all I’ve thought about is slipping my hand under and copping a feel.” I grasp the hem of her pretty blue dress before twirling pieces of her hair between my fingers.
Her hair is black as night against the blue, and her eyes are dark chocolate. Dark chocolate is my favorite chocolate flavor.
I let go of her hair and skim the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, and then the top one. And those luscious lips? They are red and ripe like sweet cherries bursting with blood-red juices.
“Beautiful. Sexy.” Rue Lee is my wet dream come true, and I intend to worship her body from head to toe.
With my fingers on her chin, I tilt her head to the side and skim my nose down the elegant column of her neck. I inhale her sweet scent and trail kisses on her flesh.
Her small fingers splay over my thighs, and her nails dig into my skin through my jeans. A groan slips from me as though she did touch my flesh. A thrill passes through me when she runs her fingers up and down the outline of my erect beast.
“Rue. Fuck.”
I clamp my mouth down over the spot above her collarbone and suck and suck. I taste her flesh. Salty. I lick and lap up her flavor. I twirl my tongue and suck and scrape my teeth over her skin. I can’t get enough of her warm, salty flesh. She grinds on my boner. I slide her over my boner with my hands on her hips. She goes faster, riding me as she hangs on to the back of the seats with her fingers.
Enough. I need to be inside her. But I want to see her break apart on my fingers first. I slide my hand under her dress and tug her underwear to the side. Her arousal soaks the cotton. I slip one finger inside. Her head tips back. Her mouth parts. Rue is stunning. A fallen angel with her onyx hair, eyes hooded, and my mark on her neck.
I slip another finger inside her heat. She goes up and down on my fingers. Her hands move from the back of the seats to my shoulders.
“I’m close, Malice. So close.” She tips her head forward. She’s so turned on that her eyes literally glow while her luscious lips beckon me to fuck her with my mouth.
I pump in and out of her. Three fingers deep, I claim her mouth with mine. She fucks me with her tongue, her tongue stroking along mine. She fucks me with her pussy, her tight, wet pussy going up and down on my fingers.
“Fuck. Fuck .” I’m panting. Sweating balls. It’s fucking hot in the truck, and I fucking love it. The scent of her arousal is strong. The beads of sweat along her hairline are sexy as all get out.
She sweats for me. She’s moaning. Her nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt. Rue is crazy with desire, her eyes hooded and her mouth forming a fucking O as she comes on my fingers.
Her body slumps onto mine, but she’s not done with me. Jesus H. Christ, Rue isn’t finished with me. Her dainty fingers fumble with the button and the zipper of my pants. She tugs the zipper down. We glance down.
The head of my cock pokes over the waistband of my boxers. She touches the velvety head. My cock twitches. She places her fingers in her mouth, pulls them out, and slides the saliva-covered digits over the head.
Her touch is soft. The glean of her saliva on my dick coils heat in my groin.
“Condom?” she asks, her sight not leaving my big cock.
“Back pocket, baby.”
She helps me tug my jeans down until they pool at my shoes. Rue slides off her underwear. I take them from her and shove them deep inside my pants pocket.
“I’ll need those.”
“You’ll have to work for it.”
“What’s that mean?” She moves her hips over my groin and slicks my cock with her juices.
I groan, and she moves faster over my cock. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck. I’m not inside her yet, but I’m ready to come from how good her folds feel sliding over my rod.
“Come on my face. Come on my fingers. Come on my cock. Do all three, and you can have them back, Rue.”
Eyes on me, she rolls the condom on my hard as steel rod and lowers her pussy onto my cock. One inch. Two inches. More. Fucking more.
“More, Rue.” I’m begging. I’m panting. Never have I been this turned on.
She slides down until I’m inside her to the hilt. Time slows. The world outside us stills. I suck in a breath at how tight and wet she is. My fingers sweep over her beautiful face, from the beads of sweat along her hairline to her dark brows to the elegant arch of her cheek and finally to her mouth.
“You are so beautiful, Rue.” And soon, I’ll declare that she is my girl. It has to be fucking soon.
She goes up and down on my cock. Hard. Fast. The hem of her dress whispers over my flesh. We have time. We have all the time in the world. I cup her face in my palms and kiss her. She kisses me with an urgency that has my chest aching. What is the antonym of love? Hate. She promised to hate only me. Will Rue vow to love only me? Fuck, I hope so.
She slows the ups and downs of her hips. She kisses me with her eyes open. We look at one another. The truth of her feelings for me shines brightly in her eyes. “You promised to hate only me. Does that still hold true, Rue?”
“What is the antonym of hate?” She takes my lower lip in her mouth and bites down. Pain and pleasure shoots to my cock. I groan.
“Love. The antonym of hate is love, baby.”
“Then I hate you with my heart and soul, Malice.”
“Fuck yeah, you better, Rue.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I put you over my knee and spank the hate from you.”
“Promise?” she purrs.
“Turn around first, and I’ll give my answer.”
She lifts her hips. My cock slips from her channel. Rue turns around. I slip my rod inside her and pull her to me. Her back rests against my chest. I cup her perky tits.
“I promise. Now, ride me.”
She moves on my cock. In. Out. Up. Down. I grasp her hips and help her. Her inner muscles clench around my rod. I bury my face in her onyx hair and inhale her scent. More than her sweetness fills my nostrils. The scent of sex, sweat, and her sweetness fills the cab of my truck. I inhale a deeper breath.
She goes at me hard, her inner muscles clenching me and milking me for everything I’m worth. I palm her ass, then smack the smooth skin. She arches her back and moans. The skin of her bottom reddens. I rub out her pain.
“Malice.” She leans against the steering column.
I grip her waist and help her go up and down on my cock. She ups her speed. I press my thumb to the sensitive spot below her puckered hole and pinch her clit with the other. She squirms on my cock.
“Oh, God, that feels good.”
“Only with you, babe.”
My words spur her on. We go at it hard and fast. She’s panting. I’m sweating buckets. I need more. I yank her off me.
“Get on your hands and knees, Rue.”
She doesn’t argue.
She’s on her hands and knees on the seat, giving me a perfect view of her weeping pussy. I press my face to her pussy and lap up her juices. She backs her pussy full on my face. I smile and lick up her slit. She moans and wiggles her hips. This girl of mine.
Growling low in the back of my throat, I eat her out until she comes on my face before I bury my cock inside her to the hilt in one stroke. Her pussy is tight. I’m balls deep inside her, and nothing has ever felt as incredible as being inside my girl.
“You feel so good, Rue. So tight. So wet.”
We come in a rush of moans, sighs, and panting. I grasp her jaw in my palm, jerk her face to me, and give her a taste of herself. She kisses me back. We’re a tangle mess of tongues and teeth, arms and legs. I kiss her behind the ear and along her shoulder.
“I can’t get enough of you, Rue.”
“I feel the same about you.” She drops a kiss on my bicep. Passionate one moment. Tender the next. Fuck, I love her.
“Can you reach the glove compartment?” I ask.
“Yep.” She opens it.
“There’s extra napkins in there and a package for you.”
“For me?” She hands me a wad of napkins for cleaning up our sex mess.
“More for me than you,” I admit.
She pulls out the package and opens it in front of me. “Boy shorts underwear.” She reads what is on the plastic with her brows tugged low to her nose. “But these are smalls, in women’s size. I thought you said they’re more for you than me.”
“Well, yeah, no guy will get a view of my girl’s fine ass in her thong underwear. Those”—I point at the pack of underwear—“will cover what is mine. Your tight, wet pussy and your cute as fuck ass.”
She whaps me with the package. “Malice, you’re horrible.”
“Only because you made me this way. I don’t share, Rue. You are mine.”
“I’m your girl?” Her eyes shine.
“Yes, baby. That is, if you want me.”
“I do. I hate you so much, Malice.”
“I hate you too.” I pull her back into my arms and kiss her until she’s breathless and I’m sporting another boner. I bring her hand to my cock. She strokes me from head to base.
“I would never refuse you.” She motions for me to rest against the door. I do so.
Rue stares at my cock. I grab a hold of it and jerk it from side to side and back and forth. Her eyes widen. I run my finger over the head. She licks her lips. Anticipation of her mouth on my dick amps up the blood flowing in my veins. She dips her head between my thighs. I hold my breath. She takes my cock in her mouth, and I slowly release my breath. I am in heaven with my cock in her mouth and her dark head of hair between my legs.
I close my eyes. The low hum in the back of her throat strokes my cock.
Rue is my girl.
She isn’t Isaac’s, Mason’s, Shay’s, or Winslow’s girl.
Most of all, Rue is not Red’s girl. Not anymore.
He’s taking too long to decide.
I’ll decide for him.
I’ll burn down his fucking house just like Midnight burned down Dare’s place when he took too long letting go of his feelings for Riley.
Shit, those Lee girls are trouble with a capital T .
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.