3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Easton
Dylan loves to make our job harder at protecting her. She shuts off her fucking location and does as she pleases. Half of it is our fault. We don’t share the inner workings of what we do and who we run with. Tonight was one of those nights that she shouldn’t have been there. She didn’t fucking listen and her life was at stake, even though they weren’t there for her. But that smart mouth of hers could very well get her into some shit and those that shut down the frat house are ruthless and the most deadly killers in the criminal world. Something I don’t want her a part of.
Bentley sent me to go get her while he went to get Amy. He damn near lost his shit when he found out she was going with his sister to the party. I haven’t figured out if he was pissed because of what was going to go down, or because if he can’t have her, no one else can. I feel like Bentley is at a point in his life where he doesn’t want to be tied down anymore. It’s too dangerous for us to have anyone to care for. It’s bad enough we have to keep Dylan safe. Her boyfriend is a piece of shit. I can’t wait for the day he steps out of line. His days are already fucking numbered.
Hellcat wants to play a game tonight. It’s going to have to be quick because I need to meet up with Spade to hand him the cash we made the other night and pick up some new product. Working for the Cartel has been lucrative, but everything comes with a price and tonight was one of them. I’m glad Preston gave us a heads up otherwise it really could have turned deadly and I don’t want a war with the Kings of Chaos and Mayhem. I cherish my life a little too much.
Pulling into the university, I check Dylan’s location. Of course, she’s at the other end of the stadium. Shifting my car into gear, I drive over and park. Getting out, I light up a cigarette, taking a pull, inhaling the minty smoke as I walk over to the football field and don’t see anyone. It's completely deserted. Then I hear the footsteps charging at me and I immediately take my knife out and spin, grabbing her by the neck and holding it to her rapidly beating artery.
“This is the second time someone is holding a fucking knife to my neck tonight. What in the actual fuck, Eas?” She spits. Oh, she’s mad. This should be fun. Tightening my grip, I say,
“Well, if you had actually done what you were told to do, this wouldn’t be happening now, would it?” I quirk a brow and she rolls her eyes.
“Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me D, you were specifically told to stay away from the frat house on Fatal’s orders but here we are. So why did you have a knife to your neck?” I breathe, stepping into her space. Her eyes fill with lust as she runs her hands up my stomach to my chest, wrapping her little hands in my shirt.
“Some masked chick with the most gorgeous fucking bicolored eyes I have ever seen,” Hazel.
“Caught me and Amy as we were running out of there and held a knife to my neck and turned me on in the process.” She says, pinching my nipple and I growl.
“A chick and her knife turned you on? Is that what you are telling me?” I laugh, lifting a brow.
“Yes, yes I am. If only you would stop being a little bitch and slide your fingers into my soaked panties, you would see I’m telling the truth and the knife you're holding to my neck is only making me wetter, Crow.” She groans.
“Stop fucking calling me that. It's the stupidest nickname. Grow up. We aren’t kids anymore D.” I say, ignoring her taunts. Not saying my dick isn’t hard from her words, but I can’t cross that line with her. Not now, not ever. I really need to just stay away from her. I let her go and take a step back.
“Come on, I have somewhere to be.” I say, walking away. She shoves me and I whirl on her.
“Why are you even here, Eas? Benny could have taken me home with Amy.” She yells. Jesus fucking Christ it’s like dealing with a toddler.
“It doesn’t fucking matter, stop acting like a child and lets go.” I turn again heading out of the field and she shoves me a second time, not expecting it, and almost fall into the fence. I spin so fast and grab her by the throat, picking her up in the air and slamming her on the grass, not letting go of her throat. She coughs on impact, and I crouch down, getting in her face with wild eyes.
“Why do you make me do this to you? Why can’t you just listen, or is this a kink you’re into Hellcat?” I spit.
“Fuck you, Easton. You’re a grade A prick. Get the fuck off me.” She thrashes under my hold.
“What is it that you wanted tonight? Did you think playing a game with me would get me into your panties? Think again, bitch. I don’t want what’s between your legs. It’s getting pathetic how much you beg for it.” I squeeze tighter to really send my point home. Her eyes widen as she claws at my wrist. Before she can slap me, I open her legs with mine and grab ahold of both her hands with my free one and hold them above her head.
“Cut the fucking shit.” I growl.
“You’re a fucking liar.” She spits in my face. I’m going to fucking kill her. I get up and walk away before I really hurt her. Then I have to listen to Bentley’s mouth and that's not what I need tonight.
This time, she follows me to the car and gets in without another word. Looking at the clock on my dash, I see I’m fucking late. Fuck. I speed out of the parking lot and get onto the road to head home. One day, I need to let the little princess next to me fall on her face. I won’t always be here to save her. I glance to my right and look at her. She's facing away and I see tears glistening against her gorgeous face in the moonlight. I don’t have time for this shit but Jesus fucking Christ. I hurt her when I slammed her down on the grass; I need to get my head together. Pulling the car to the side of the deserted road a few blocks away from home, I slam on the brakes.
“D, look at me.” I say, grabbing her face gently. She pulls away and I growl. Unbuckling her seat belt, I haul her small body into my lap. She tries to look everywhere but at me, but I need her eyes. There’s one way to get her to comply, but the last time I did that, it took me months of work to get away from her. All it takes is one fucking taste and I won’t be able to stay away. I need to apologize, but I don’t know how to do it. Words aren’t enough. I struggle daily between doing the right thing and saying the hell with it all when it comes to her.
The way she fits perfectly in my lap. Every moan she makes when my hands touch her seductive body. Those lips, though. They are tantalizing and voluptuous, but her taste makes me animalistic. She doesn’t know this, but the last guy who got to taste her is currently pushing daisies. She thinks he ghosted her, but he didn't. I cut his lips from his face and stabbed him 17 times because that's how many times he touched her.
“I said look at me Dylan. Please,” I plead, cupping her face. She finally whips her face to mine and if looks could kill, I’d be dead. This is when she’s the prettiest, when her eyes are filled with malice and rage. I’ve fantasized about sinking my cock into her and drowning in her contempt, letting it consume me whole. But the pact I made, the oath I spewed, halts my want for her, but I bet she’s so fucking tight. Fuck!
“What Easton? Haven't you done enough tonight? Just take me the fuck home.” She spits, trying to pull away from my embrace, but I yank her closer. My lips, only inches from hers. A slip of the tongue is all it would take to get a taste of insanity. The war raging in my head is the real insanity. I look into her ocean blue eyes and wipe the tears that spill.
“I’m sorry I hurt you. It wasn't my intention to slam you so hard." I whisper.
“You think that's why I’m upset?” She smirks, rolling her eyes as she inches closer, but I don’t take the bait. I pull back, stunned at her response as she shakes her head.
“I’m upset because all you ever do is take from me, Easton. Everytime we play this game you take, and then you leave your mark with no promises, no nothing, just a bitter taste.” She says, poking me in the chest.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I growl, slapping her hand away.
“Exactly, figure it the fuck out and let me know what the fuck this is because one day I’ll be gone and there will be nothing more for you to take, no one for you to play this game with.” She yells, climbing off me, but I don’t let her. I grab her hips and slam her down onto me. Unfortunately for her, she gets to feel how fucking hard I am for her. If only I could slam her down on my waiting cock. Maybe then I could get her to finally listen to me.
“So what you're telling me is, because I have somewhere to be tonight and couldn’t play your game nor give you the answers you seek, you’re going to cry about it?” I laugh, full belly fucking laugh, as my hands glide up her torso and my thumbs circle the outer part of her tits. She leans back against the steering wheel, giving me a great view of her body in such a confined space.
“No, you don’t listen to what I’m fucking saying. It’s fine. One day, you will realize when it's all too fucking late. Now take me the fuck home.” She says, rocking her hips against my cock. I grunt, trying to find words that will make fucking sense.
“Can you sit fucking still while we work this out? I don’t have time for this. I’m already late.” I say through gritted teeth, feeling the warmth between her legs. It’s radiating my already hard cock and her rocking is really not helping the situation down there.
“You’re the one who has his hands on me, not letting me go.” She smirks.
“Maybe I like looking at you.” I raise a brow as her hip continues to roll against me. A little moan escapes her lips, and I thrust up into her. She gasps as my thumbs circle her hardened peaks. Squeezing a handful of her heavy breast I lean into them and rub my face into her cleavage, squeezing her tits against me. God, she smells delicious. She rocks faster, causing me to moan into her neck where I trail kisses along her throat and jaw.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to make you cum?” I whisper into her ear, licking the lobe. Her breathing picks up from my words and I grab her ass, pushing her harder onto my dick. She rocks faster, pulling at my hair and sucking my neck.
“Fuck, Hellcat.” I groan the harder she sucks. What I wouldn’t give to have her on her knees for me.
“I wish I was sucking something else.” She whimpers. Fuck it . I pull down her tank and the cup to her lacey purple bra and suck her nipple into my mouth hard, flicking it with my tongue while squeezing her ass. Her body shivers and I’m so tempted to take my cock out and have her ride me until the sun rises, but I can't, this is the best it’s going to get for now, so I rock with her knowing she’s close.
“Easton, shit. Just like that.” She whines as I move her hips up and down my length, pulling her jeans up so the seam will hit her clit even harder.
“Faster, Hellcat. Come on. Make me cum with you, baby.” I whisper, biting her nipples one at a time.
“Like that, Eas. Can you feel how wet I am for you?” she pants.
“I bet you’re drenched for this cock. You feel how hard he is for you? Only you, Hellcat.” I groan.
“Fuck, fuck. Don’t stop Eas. Don–I’m cumming, ahh.” She screams as her whole body convulses in my arms, burying her head into the crook of my neck and sucking that spot I love. That familiar tingle crawls up my spine.
“Fuck, Hellcat.” I growl as my dick twitches and cum pools inside my boxers. Jesus Christ. We don’t move for a moment. All you can hear is our labored breathing as she lifts her head and giggles.
“Damn Eas, I can only imagine what the real thing could feel like. Shit.” I laugh with her and slip her tits back into her bra.
“Awe, such a gentleman.” She chides.
“Shut up. Let's get you home before your brother finds us and kills us both.” I groan because fuck. This girl is my best friend's little sister and here I am making her cum and getting off on it. Fuck.
She slides off me and back into her seat, turning on the music. I get back onto the road and head for her house. I’m so fucking late. I don’t know who's going to try to kill me first, the Hellcat next to me, or Spade for keeping him waiting.
I’d much rather die by pussy than by the hands of the most lethal man running the Cartel.