13. Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Easton
A throat clears and I feel a warm body laying on my chest. Her scent hits my nostrils and my dick automatically gets hard. A throat clears again and I open my eyes to see Ace standing in the doorway with his arms over his chest . Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Well now, what do we have here?” He smirks as he looks over the bed.
“Nothing. I got really drunk last night and she came here looking for Amy saw I was fucked out of my face and helped me to bed. We were just bullshitting and she passed out when we watched a movie.” I say shrugging my shoulders.
“Hmm, and that required to be done half naked?” He quips. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How the fuck do I get out of this?
“Stop reading into shit, it’s not what you think.” I growl. He puts his hands up in surrender, shaking his head.
“Just be careful E. Don’t forget the pact. I don’t feel like burying you anytime soon, bro.” He reminds me before turning and leaving the room. I let out a deep breath. Jesus Christ. What am I doing?
“Is he gone?” She whispers and I laugh.
“Yea, Hellcat, he's gone. Time to get up for class.” I try to sit up and she slides off me, grabbing the blanket I placed over us last night to cover herself. I’m glad Ace could only see my bare chest on display and not that she was in just a bra. She climbs out of bed with the blanket and I want to laugh, but I know her sassy ass mouth will have something to say, so I keep mine shut and go take a piss.
Fuck, my head hurts. How much did I drink last night? I do my thing in the bathroom and by the time I get out, she’s long gone. As much as that grates on my nerves, she knew we couldn’t walk out together, not this early in the morning. I change my clothes and notice my phone laying on the top of the blanket. I turn it on and open to the last thing I did last night and see it was a thread with her. Jesus fucking Christ, Easton. Daddy? Really? Actually, I do like the sound of that, but Jesus. And I tried to tell her? Fuck! I only remember bits and pieces of last night. I’ll never forget the hours I spent kissing her, though. Making her luscious lips swollen and how she grabbed my cock.
Damn, I need a cigarette. Grabbing my stuff, I leave my room. I used to crash here a lot, but as of lately, I’ve been yearning to be home to make sure she’s safe and so I could climb into her window and torture one another.
Last night was a disaster. I wanted her to tell me what happened and if she did, I would have fessed up and told her the truth, but lie after lie spewed from her mouth and it just made me madder. I should have stayed home instead of coming here and I certainly shouldn’t have texted her. I’m an idiot.
Leaving The Den, I light up a cigarette and inhale the minty smoke as I walk to my car. It’s a gorgeous day to ride, but I’m not in the mood to gear up. Instead, I get in the car, bring her to life and head to the University. I continue to smoke my cigarette as I blast music and drive to class. It feels like it takes forever to arrive, even with getting lost in my head about Dylan. I really hate coming here. I only take three business courses and sitting in class listening to a professor drag on about profits and losses, is not what I want to do. I’d rather be getting my hands dirty for The Cartel.
Speaking of which, we have a job tonight picking up guns from the Irish Army. We’ve done this for the past few months but tonight is going to be a little different. We aren’t meeting with the usual people. Spade set it up so we can ambush them and I can’t wait to sink my knife into a motherfucker.
Later that night, I find myself pissed the fuck off, standing in my bedroom window, watching Dylan and Carter in her room. Taking out my phone, I send her a text.
Me: Get rid of him!
I stand here and wait for her to pick up the phone to read the text. In the meantime, I check-in with Bentley. I left The Den hours ago and went for a ride on my bike to clear my head. The orders went perfectly tonight, except I didn’t get to kill like I wanted to.
Me: Everything good?
Almost immediately.
Bentley: Yea. He was impressed and gave us extra plus some product.
Me: Sweet. I’ll meet up with you tomorrow.
Bentley: Bianca came here looking for you. She seemed pretty upset.
Me: Yea well, she can fuck off.
Bentley: I know. She needs to be dealt with. I don’t trust her.
Me: Neither do I. The moment she set us up, she lost all my trust. She can rot for all I care.
Bentley: Well, take care of it.
Me: If she returns, I will.
Bentley: Alright E. Take it easy and I’ll link up with you tomorrow. I’ve got a whiney bitch in my bed.
Me: Ha! Tell Amy I said Hey.
Bentley: Shut the fuck up.
I laugh because he is so fucking predictable. Arriving home and seeing Carter’s fucking car in the driveway immediately pissed me off. I wanted to march up into her room, kick in the door and sink my knife into his throat. But here I am. Waiting, watching, seething that he’s next to her. Laying in her bed. Breathing the same air as her. I’m a jealous mother fucker, especially when it comes to the girl I can’t fucking have. I remember some of the things I told her, and it wasn’t a lie. I want her in the worst way possible, even when I want to strangle her to death. She drives me mad, and now that I’ve kissed her for hours and felt her whine into my mouth while we explored one another, I can’t get enough. I want more. I want to consume her every breath. My phone dings, taking me out of my thoughts.
Dylan: Excuse me?
Of course she would give me an attitude as I stand at my window stalking her ass.
Me: Look up!
Her eyes immediately meet mine and widen.
Me: Get rid of him!
Dylan: Why?
Me: If you don’t do as you’re told, I’m coming over there and removing him myself. Now do it!
Dylan: No, he’s my boyfriend and he’s spending the night.
Me: The fuck he is. Look at me, Hellcat. Make him fucking leave or I swear to god I will gut him and choke you with his intestines. GET. RID. OF. HIM. NOW!
She looks up at me again and smirks. This little bitch. Always playing mind games. I don’t know what she tells him, nor do I care, but within twenty minutes he’s out the door. My phone pings again, bringing a smile to my face.
Dylan: Happy now?
Me: Good girl. Now go to sleep.
She looks at me with narrowed eyes. I bet if I was there, she’d try to punch me for pulling some shit like that. I smirk at her and I swear, if looks could kill, I’d be dead. She kills the light but leaves her bedside lamp on as she sheds her shirt.
What. The. Fuck.
I step closer to the window as she removes her bra, tweaking her pert nipples. My mouth waters at the sight. She then turns and slowly slides her pants down showing off her nice juicy ass in a teal thong. I can see her wet lips through the cotton and it has my dick hard. I look down at my phone and send her a text.
Me: You’re playing a very dangerous game, Hellcat.
She looks over her shoulder and smirks. Okay. I got something for her. I take my clothes off and stand in front of the window leaning against the pane with one arm over my head, completely fucking naked, while my other hand strokes my cock. She turns around and her eyes rake up and down my body as she licks her lips. A text comes through.
Dylan: Are you fucking pierced?
Me: Wouldn’t you like to know?
I look up across the window and she’s gone. What the fuck? Then I see a flash of black sprinting across the yard. Oh, she’s coming to me for once. This should be interesting. I spin and lean against the window, still holding my hard cock, stroking it painfully slow as my door bursts open and a half naked Dylan stands in front of me.
“Hey Hellcat, what brings you to my neck of the woods?” I smirk with a chuckle as she walks straight for me, grabbing my cock and stroking it. I lean my head back against the glass and close my eyes. Fuck, her hands feel magnificent.
“Eas, I never knew you were fucking pierced. Jesus fucking Christ. He’s big.” She says as I open my eyes looking at her stare at it. She continues to stroke my length as I pull her to me, shedding her hoodie. Her body is riddled with bruises. FUCK.
“Hellcat. You want to explain this to me?” I growl, but she says nothing as she sinks to her knees, wrapping her warm mouth around the head of my cock, flicking her tongue against my piercing.
“Fuck, baby.” I groan as she gags on my length. I don’t deserve to feel pleasure like this. Not when her body is bruised up. I pull her off my cock and she looks up at me with those ocean blues.
“Get up!” I command. She slowly rises while she runs her hands up my thighs to my stomach and over my chest to my face, where she slaps me. My head slightly moves from the impact.
“That’s for the stunt you pulled. Who the fuck do you think you are?” She asks, waiting for an answer. I just smile.
“Your worst fucking nightmare,” I spit, picking her up by her thighs and spinning us to press her bare ass against the glass.
“I won’t apologize if that’s what you’re looking for. I don’t want to see you with him, especially from my fucking window.” I growl, sliding her soaked thong to the side and sinking my fucking fingers into her drenched pussy. Fuck. She's so goddamn tight.
“Are you soaked for me, or him?” I groan, raising a brow.
“You, always you.” She moans as I milk her walls slowly. Fuck, I just want to sink my cock into her, but I won’t. Not tonight, at least. I continue to slowly finger her as she writhes against me, rolling her hips to get more friction. She tries to reach down to touch me, but I’m just out of reach. Good. For once, she listened, so this is her reward.
“Damn Eas. Your fingers feel so good inside me.” She whimpers as she rolls tight circles with her hips. Jesus, I wish she would do that on my aching cock. Fuck. Every fucking ounce of restraint I have is fading at the thought of sliding her down this window and sinking inside her.
“Tell Daddy how good he makes you feel.” I growl as she tightens around my fingers.
“So good, Eas. Faster. I’m so close.” She whines as I remove my fingers with a raised brow.
“Say it, the way I told you to.” I demand as I smear her arousal on her bottom lip.
“You feel so fucking good, Daddy.” She says seductively, licking her lips and something snaps in me. I fuse my mouth to hers, tasting her pussy and I growl into her mouth as she whimpers when I sink two fingers into her, fucking her hard and fast.
“You don’t know how bad I want to fuck this tight pussy.” I growl against her lips. She tastes phenomenal. This is the problem with us. We challenge one another and bring each other to the brink of insanity without ever wanting to stop.
“Please Eas. Please just let me feel you.” She begs, scratching her nails down my chest. Jesus. I don’t know how much more resistance I have left. I need her to cum and get her away from me because I’m literally seconds away from saying to hell with everything and taking exactly what the fuck I want. I flick her clit as she whimpers, playing with her nipples. This woman is seriously my wet dream. She’s perfect, even with that sassy mouth of hers. God, I just want to consume her. I want to take her on my bed, against this window, in the shower, outside on top of my car. EVERYWHERE.
“Eas, I’m going to cum. Fuckkkk.” She screams while I rub my thumb up and down her clit, feeling her tighten around my fingers as her warm cum puddles in my hand. I slowly pump a few more times, letting her come down with ease. Removing my fingers, I slide them into her mouth, and like the good girl she is, she sucks them clean.
“Good girl.” I whisper against her lips. She looks down at my hard cock dripping with precum.
“Can I make you cum?” she asks with pure lust in her voice, but I shake my head.
“Not tonight. You’ve done enough.” I say, placing her down on her feet.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She says with a hand on her hip. She’s so fucking gorgeous. I could argue with this girl day and night, and I still want to fuck the attitude right out of her.
“Nothing. Time for you to go.” I say, not making eye contact with her.
“Wow, Eas. You’re a real fucking asshole.” She growls, picking up her hoodie and leaving without a backwards glance.
She’s right, I am a fucking asshole. It’s not new behavior, but I needed to get her the fuck out of here before I had her in my bed again. We can’t keep doing this, but I’ve kissed her for hours, felt how tight she is and got a little taste of her beautiful pussy. How the fuck do I come back from this? I don't, I just drown in it. I’m totally fucking fucked. I need to tell her the truth. I’m going to lose her no matter what. Carter wins for now.
Walking over to my jeans, I pull out a cigarette and light it. Sliding my window up, I watch as she enters her room, walks over to the glass and locks it before getting into bed. At least I know she’s alone and safe, even if she is mad at me. Taking a deep inhale, I try to think how to get out of this so I can have the girl, but I don’t think happiness with a woman is in the cards for me.