Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
WILDER
Pulling out from her tight grip on me, I don’t give her a choice, spinning her over onto her front and kneeling above her as best I can in the cramped space.
She moans, maybe in pleasure, maybe in complaint, but I need her to open up to me if I have any hope of making this last between us.
Shoving two fingers back inside of her, I feel her walls squeeze me, and I know I have her attention.
“Answer me,” I tell her. “You have three.”
My fingers curl in her, scraping along her back wall.
“Two,” I say, slipping the thumb in her back door, to her gasp.
“One.”
My hand claps down on her ass, harder than any other time, and the impact echoes off of the walls of the car.
Her pussy floods my hand, and I worry that I’m not going to get answers out of her when she likes being punished so much.
Maybe a new reward would be enough.
“Tell me,” I urge, massaging her with my fingers as I reach for what she can’t see with her current view, face against the mat of the laid-down seat.
Popping off another grape, I withdraw my fingers so I can spread her cheeks and lodge it in place there, just above her tight little hole, and my cock twitches when she gasps in response.
“It’s me,” she spits out.
“What is you?” I ask, getting back down on all fours.
Face pressed to her ass, I leave my tongue pressed to the grape as encouragement.
“I’m the owner,” she says on a sharp exhale.
Her reward is instantaneous. My tongue sweeps in, scooping the grape from between her cheeks, and I bring a hand back to her entrance to play with her clit for that one.
Popping the grape between my teeth, I get back on my knees, still rubbing hard circles on her clit, watching as her legs twitch, eyes shut, at my mercy like this.
“You’re the owner of the restaurant?” I echo, fingers not stopping.
She moans, her face rolling against the carpeted surface, but she keeps talking as soon as she gathers herself, so I don’t quit what I’m doing.
“I didn’t want anyone to know in case I failed,” she says, sucking in a staggered breath when I pinch her a little as a reward. “But I failed, so you might as well know it was me.”
“Aw, bella,” I say in her ear, hovering over her now as I line myself back up. “You haven’t failed anything. You just passed this with flying colors.”
And then I slam back inside of her, taking her breath away.
With every slap of my hips against her ass, I think of the pressure she’s been carrying alone. The way she’s pushed me away when I could’ve helped carry the load.
My hips punish her, cock going deeper and harder than I normally do, not holding anything back, taking it out on her.
“I’m glad you told me,” I tell her between thrusts. “But you’re still going to pay.”
Her face pinches up, already so pink from being on the edge this long, but I’m not giving her what she wants after learning she’s been lying to me.
“Make me pay,” she whispers, pleading.
My hips crack into hers with a violent energy I don’t let out often. Like lightning striking every time I bottom out, I know it’s too much, but I don’t stop.
“Yes,” she moans, spreading her legs, wanting more still.
“You’re who decided I can’t stay?” I ask her, maintaining the ferocious pace, hands gripping her hips so tight I grip bone.
I thought Lexi and I had made it to a place she’d admit she wanted me to stick around, but the owner had told her no. Apparently not.
Whimpering, she nods against the floor, and I lean forward to fist her hair at the scalp.
“You don’t want me here?” I ask.
“I do,” she cries, back bowing.
“Then what?”
I drive into her faster, pissed that she thought she could get rid of me after how far we’ve come. The thing we have going.
She slips a hand beneath her body, and I know what she’s doing. It pisses me off even more.
Her hips start to grind against her hand beneath her, getting even more than I’m giving her.
“Am I not enough for you?” I ask, voice dripping lethal energy.
“More,” she begs, mouth open in pleasure, even as she slides across the floor with every powerful thrust.
My balls are tingling, I can’t hold out much longer, even if I’d like to punish her for hours.
“Come, Lexi,” I order her. “Let me feel it. You owe me that much.”
Eyes pinching tight, she nods again, and I see the tendons in her arm flexing as she uses her fingers to add even more stimulation.
I grip her ass cheeks, pulling on her for leverage, and maybe a little so she feels it.
She screams, muffled by the soft floor, and I feel it hit her. Walls grabbing onto me, her pussy sucks the orgasm right out of me, pulling the ropes of cum from my balls with that tight heat, the way she clenches down as she shakes around me, moaning into the floor.
The sight of her, ass up, face down, knees and cheek carpet burnt, it draws out my orgasm for that much longer. “You like being my fuck toy, don’t you?” I ask her, pumping the last of my cum into her, feeling her flutter around my cock with the last of her release.
She moans louder in response.
“Want me to fill up every hole on this hot fucking body and use you?” I ask her, grabbing a rough handful of what I can.
“God, yes,” she breathes, tremors still wracking her.
I pull out, with a slap to her ass, and let her drop down to the ground.
“Not until you fucking talk to me.”
It takes a while to get cleaned up as best we can, using bottled water and cloths I brought from the kitchen.
Right now, I need her to fucking open up to me.
And if those heavy-lidded eyes, that pouty mouth, and her exhausted demeanor are any indication, she’s ready.
I tended to her scraped up knees the best I could, but there’s not much I can do for those, or her temple, which took most of the rug burn. Her hair covers it. Mostly.
Curled up in the back of the SUV—clothes back on, trays of food stored safely again, and the car still running for AC—her breathing has finally calmed down, her eyes glassy from pleasure, not tears, and it’s time.
Her curvy frame is molded to mine, as I hold her to me, stretched out along the back. One hand draped over her waist, she plays with my fingers, studying the tattoos there.
“Y’know,” she starts, husky voice sounding oddly fulfilled. “You’re feeling awful attached for someone who has free love written on his knuckles.”
I chuckle in her ear, five o’clock shadow grazing her hair and cheek as I nuzzle into her.
“You think that’s what my tattoos say?”
“They literally do.” She picks up my right hand. “Free,” she says, then swapping hands. “Love.”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Free.” I swipe the backs of the fingers painted with the reminder along her soft cheek, not missing the way she reacts to the touch.
Pausing to let that word be the only thing that fills the inside of the car for long enough to sink in, I bring up my other hand. “Love.”
Even from this angle I can see how uncharacteristically soft her eyes are right now. Like her walls are finally down and I’ve gotten in.
It feels like victory. Like I could almost delude myself in this moment into thinking this thing between us won’t end when the summer does.
When she can’t extend a permanent position, and I’ve got my dream one waiting back in the city.
She holds my hand in place with one of hers and traces the letters on my fingers one at a time, her soft puffs of breath hitting my skin as she does.
“Love is for my last name,” I tell her, nibbling on her earlobe and pulling on it with my teeth as she stares at my hand like she’s never seen it before. “Amante means lover. And I try to make it the core of everything I do.”
My free hand slides over her stomach, down to her hip, and holds onto her.
“My cooking, when it comes to the restaurant, with you,” I tell her, letting my mouth follow her jawline with teasing nips and kisses until she turns her face back toward me enough that I can kiss her.
Our mouths mold to one another’s, moving together with enough pressure that it stirs my cock back to life at the feel of her.
Kiss deepening, I let my tongue come out to play for just a quick visit.
Just one little exploration, reminding her of the feelings I give her, the way she buckles under my touch.
When I pull back, I can feel her resistance, and I can almost hear the complaint from her puffy lips.
“And free?” she whispers, when she finally gets her breath back.
All the fingers of one small, feminine hand hold onto my pointer finger, the one with the last E on it in FREE.
My voice drops down into the bottom of my register, the coldness of those years coming back to me, despite my current surroundings.
“Being behind bars, it felt like I was an animal. Eventually I realized they thought I was one. Saw me as a threat to the safety of normal civilians because I didn’t have the same moral guidelines they did. ”
Her eyes go wide as I talk, but she doesn’t ask for more.
My shoulder pops up as I say, “Black and white were a little more gray to me, and that made me a target. Someone to keep away from good people.”
Lexi’s breaths slow, like she’s scared to disrupt my story.
“There’s a lot I haven’t told you,” I say, voice gruff. “The shit I was involved in back then…”
“I don’t need to know,” she cuts me off, turning back until her eyes meet mine.
The emotion glinting in her cocoa eyes isn’t because she’s afraid of me.
“I know who you are now. That’s enough for me.”
Nodding slowly, I press a soft kiss to her lips.
Her eyes flick to my hand and back to my face. “So the tattoo?”
“By the end of my time, I decided to learn to live like a normal person. Keep those other parts of me locked down in exchange for my freedom.”
“Oh,” Lexi breathes out, back to touching my ink. The way her fingers are moving over my skin, after what we just did, while we’re talking like this… A man could get used to feeling like this.
Clearing my throat, I keep talking. “I learned to play by their rules, because there isn’t a feeling on this earth worse than being locked up among real monsters.”