Thirty-Three
Winslet
Talking to Perry on the other side of glass was as depressing this time as it had been last time.
On either side of his face were thin white scars, covered by the beard he’d grown since being in there. When I had first seen them, they were much worse, but they were fresh. They’d healed better than I’d expected. He wouldn’t talk about it when I asked him about them, so I had let it go.
Marley had teared up on me, then sniffled and cried on the ride back home, which didn’t help the mood seeing him like that had put me in.
He hadn’t even served two full months yet, and he had the potential to serve eight years.
Another question he refused to answer was why he had done it. I just couldn’t get that. It was so unlike him.
This morning, I had woken up with a note from Oz on the pillow beside me. He had said he had to get to work, and I wondered what that meant exactly. What did he consider work? One of the many things I didn’t know about Oz Savelle. I was pretty sure I was falling in love and was already obsessed with him, but there was so much about each other’s lives we didn’t know.
Anyway, he had said to call him when I was ready and he’d come get me. That piqued my curiosity, but I had plans to go with Marley to see Perry, so after debating if I should text or call to tell him that, I went with texting him. My phone rang instantly.
There were a lot of voices in the background, but he went somewhere and closed the door, silencing it. He had explained Saturdays and Sundays during football season were heavy workdays for him. But when I was home and wanted to see him, he’d bring what he needed with him and work from here. The betting. He had people betting on games. Illegal bets.
Things I had known, but we hadn’t really talked about that since everything had changed with us. Would I be able to openly date him and not lose my job? I wasn’t gambling, but could I date someone who did? I was going to guess it would be an issue.
I enjoyed my job, but if I had to choose, I would find a teaching job at a public school. My job had been my life, but that was all before Oz. He’d been changing everything for me since day one. Remembering last night, I knew I would put having that above all else.
I drank a glass of water, trying to get in a better mood before I called Oz. Seeing him would help this funk I was in, and I knew that, but the fact that Perry was in prison because Oz had helped find him and put him there wouldn’t change. It was easy not to attach the two most of the time. Seeing Perry, however, had reminded me. Stirred up some anger, which I guessed wasn’t fair to Oz because he’d been wronged, but the hard wiring in me to protect my brother remained.
I had failed this time. And I was mad at Perry too. It was his bad decisions that had put him there, but Oz had helped find him. Frustrated, I set the glass in the sink and glared at my phone like this was all its fault.
Oz made me happy. Ridiculously on-cloud-nine happy. Perry was my brother. I loved him. We’d been through it all together. Until now. He was behind bars alone.
Would I ever work this out in my head? Make it balance? How would I even begin to explain to my brother that I was sleeping with the man who had put him in prison? Worse, what happened if I fell in love with Oz? Because from the way it looked right now, my heart was heading in that direction and did not care if I was on board or not.
The doorbell rang, and I swung my head over to look at it barely a full second before I headed to open it. I knew who it was, and even with the Perry crap weighing on me, I wanted to see his face. I might not have called him yet, but his coming to me made all the flutters, flips, and tingles ignite.
I unlocked the bolt, then opened it. And Oz was there. The sight of him was like a blast of wind, carrying all the other things weighing on me far away and leaving only him.
“You didn’t call me,” he said, walking inside as I stepped back so he could come in.
“I was going to,” I told him.
Grabbing the belt around my waist, he tugged me to him. “But you waited.”
How did he know that?
His head lowered, and he brushed his lips against mine, then ran the tip of his tongue along my bottom one. They parted, and it slipped inside. All was right with my world. I sank into him, running my hands up his biceps, then over his shoulders.
The skirt of my sundress began to rise as he used his fingers to tug it up slowly. Once it was high enough, his hands covered my bottom. When his rough palms met my bare skin, he slapped my left cheek and pulled back to look down at me.
“Not only did you wear this sexy little dress, but a damn G-string to a prison,” he scowled.
I smiled. “It’s not like I went around flashing everyone.”
His palm came down on the other side. “No, but don’t think that there was a fucking male there that didn’t check out your ass.”
I rolled my eyes, and he squeezed my butt and jerked me up to him.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. You don’t call me, and you just went and put yourself in other men’s spank banks.”
“What would you have me wear when I go there? This barely shows cleavage and hits at my knees.”
“One of my long-sleeved shirts, a pair of baggy sweatpants, some dark sunglasses, and a baseball cap.”
I burst into laughter, and a small grin tugged on his lips.
“I’ll remember that,” I said.
“I’m fucking serious.”
“You are not. You’re smiling.”
His eyes softened. “Because your laugh is one of my favorite sounds. It used to be my favorite, but it got bumped last night when you came on my cock.”
I licked my lips, then pulled my bottom one between my teeth. My panties were already wet because of that kiss, but now, they were soaked.
He wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger. “Why were you waiting to call me?”
I did not want to talk about that. I wanted to get naked and have him fuck me on the table.
“I needed a minute. Seeing Perry isn’t easy, and Marley cries on the ride back. Kinda wanted to clear my head.”
Please let it go now.
His eyes darkened. “And you blame me for that?”
I started to say no, but stopped. That wasn’t entirely true. Lying to him wasn’t any way to start this thing—relationship—we were doing.
“Yes, but I also blame Perry. He deserves to pay for his crime; it’s just hard to see it.”
Oz was silent as he stared at me. His jaw was clenched, and the expression on his face made me wish I had lied. That we weren’t talking about this. That I hadn’t even mentioned Perry.
“If I had the power to get him out for you, I would. But this is out of my hands.” He sounded so pained. His words thick and heavy, as if he truly meant them.
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
He grabbed my chin, stopping me from saying more. “No. You always tell me. Even if it hurts, tell me. I can’t always fix it, and it might tear me up inside because I can’t, but I want to know. I need to know where your head is.”
I was going to cry. My emotions were already a mess, and then he said stuff like that.
I nodded.
He ran the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone. “Tell me what to do to make you happy.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it.
“I’m fine,” I assured him.
“No, you’re sad.”
His phone buzzed again. He still ignored it.
“You’re here. That makes me happy.”
His phone buzzed again.
“That sounds important,” I said when he still didn’t check it.
“It is. It’s bets. But you’re more important.”
And I melted some more. “Handle your work. I swear I’m fine.”
He held me still. “Winslet.”
“Yes?”
“Tell me what to do so that you are fucking smiling again.”
I swallowed.
His phone kept buzzing.
Him naked would make me happy, but he was over here when he had a job to do. No one had made me feel like the most important thing in their life. Until now.
“I am happy you are here. I will be happier if you handle your work.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Fine. Only if we go to the sofa and you sit on my lap while I do it.”
All the girlie parts tingled at that suggestion.
“Okay,” I agreed.
He let go of my chin and took my hand, taking me with him as he pulled his phone out with his other hand. When he got to the sofa, he sat down, then brought me down to him. He was texting or entering something into his phone.
“Where’s your remote?” he asked me.
I leaned forward and picked it up off the coffee table, then handed it to him. He turned it on and found a game, then went back to texting on his phone while glancing up at the game, then back down. I was enjoying watching him. He looked so intent and focused. This was another part of his life I got to see.
I settled back against his chest, and his free hand rested on my thigh.
“Pull your dress up,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
I glanced up at him, and he was still typing and checking the screen.
“Why?” I asked.
His eyes cut to me. “Because I want to play with your pussy.”
He went back to what he was doing while my entire body flushed. I tugged up the dress, lifting my bottom to get it up around my waist.
“Put your heels on the seat and open your legs.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
His phone rang, and I tried to sit up, but he pulled me back. “Do what I said.”
While he was on the phone?
I looked up at him.
“Please,” he added.
I bit my lip and smiled, then leaned back on him again. When I was the way he had asked, his free hand moved from my thigh to the wet strip of fabric doing little to cover me.
“Good girl,” he praised, then slid his middle finger underneath the wet silk and cotton.
“Oh,” I gasped.
“Yeah,” he said.
I turned my head to see he had answered the phone.
His eyes were on the game. “I got it, but he’s in five right now. Not sure he can cover more than that.”
I wanted to listen and try and understand what he had to do as a bookie, but he sank his finger deep in me, and I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from making a noise. My head fell back as he slowly fucked me with his thick middle finger.
“If Than thinks it’s safe, then I’ll plug it in, but this is on his ass. No. I won’t be back tonight.”
His mouth brushed my temple. “Does that feel good?” he asked in a husky tone so much different from the one he’d had with whoever was on the phone.
“Yes,” I breathed, lifting my hips.
He eased his finger up through the slit and began to tease my clit.
“Ah,” I panted.
“Touch your pussy. Get your pretty fingers coated, then give them to me to suck.”
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I moved a hand down and joined his. His fingers pulled mine down closer to my opening.
“Sink them into your cunt.” His voice made the entire experience that much more erotic.
I took each one and buried it inside, then pulled it out before moving to the next one and repeating it. Oz’s hand had stilled completely, although he hadn’t removed it. I finished and lifted my hand to his mouth just as his phone rang. I stopped but he grabbed my arm and pulled it up, taking all three middle fingers. I trembled as his pierced tongue traced them while he cleaned off every one thoroughly.
When he let them pop free, he winked at me, then answered his phone, pulling me to settle against him again while he continued to touch me. I listened to his voice as he did business while he used his fingers to bring me close to an orgasm. Then, he’d stop before doing it again, then easing. It went on like this, putting me in a haze of desire and delirium, constantly hanging right there before the crest. I began whimpering and wiggling in my need to climax.
He took two more calls, but I had no idea what was said or if I made any noises. I only cared about the orgasm I was so close to having, but he wouldn’t allow it. The smell of my arousal grew stronger, the more he built it, and then he’d back off. I tried once to do it myself, but he moved fast, grabbing my wrist to stop me.
I was about to start begging loudly when he took my waist and stood me up. I ached so bad that my legs were weak. He ripped the side of my panties and then they slid away.
“Get up here on your hands and knees,” he said, and the sound of his zipper made me want to weep with joy.
I turned to look at him and saw his heated gaze.
He shoved his jeans down his hips. “Get on the sofa,” he growled.
I climbed onto it and barely got in the position he had told me to when he took my butt cheeks and squeezed.
“This pretty pink pussy is glistening,” he said. “Christ, it smells so good. I want to eat it, but my dick is about to explode.”
“Yes, please,” I begged, his words stirring the ache.
His hands move to my waist, and then he was behind me. Before I took my next breath, he plunged into me and let out a loud moan. My body jerked, and I felt my pussy contract. I was going to come fast.
Oz grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his hand, and pulled my head back.
“Oh God, you’re deep,” I gasp.
I hadn’t known he could get any deeper, but he had.
“Fuck, your slick cunt is tight.” His voice was gravelly.
I felt the tightening, preparing me for the blissful explosion that was next. “I’m gonna come!” I screamed the words as my body ignited.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Such a good pussy.”
I felt him swell inside me. His fingers digging into my flesh and the slapping of our bodies heightened the moment.
“Fuck, baby…fuck.” His guttural groan was followed by his body shuddering behind me.
“Tell me you want my cum.” His words were raspy pants.
“God, yes, come in me,” I pleaded, pushing back, meeting his thrusts.
“Christ, your cunt.” His words were strained.
Then, I felt his seed shooting deep inside me, and I went off again, my body bucking beneath him.
We stayed like that as he slowed his thrusts to a stop. Both of us breathing hard. He gradually pulled out of me, and I started to move, but he stopped me.
“Not yet. Lay your head down, but keep your ass up and spread your legs.”
Is he ready to go another round already?
His hands went to my thighs and pulled the bottom of my butt cheeks apart. Then, I felt his finger touch my slit.
“Damn.” He let out a deep, pleased sigh. “Seeing this perfect pussy leaking my cum is priceless fucking art.”
I inhaled sharply, wishing I could see it.
He rubbed his hands over the back of my legs. “That’s mine.”
I didn’t argue. Because I was. All of me.