Chapter 27 #2
I lunge forward, taking her elbows and forcing her down onto my lap, her legs straddling me, her short skirt riding up before she even knows what’s happening.
“Don’t push me, if you can’t take the heat, sunshine.
” Her scent wafts around me, summertime mixed with desire.
I lower my nose to her hair and inhale, making it damn obvious what I’m doing.
She sucks in a breathy moan that I know I wasn’t supposed to hear.
“Guys, weren’t we going to do something fun? I’m thinking strip poker,” River suggests, tossing a deck of cards down on the coffee table, trying to defuse the tension, but I quite like it.
Dove’s filthy glare is locked with mine, heat radiating off her, some from embarrassment, some from something else. Something much more depraved. She will never admit to it, but it turns her on to imagine me watching those erotic videos of her.
“Did you have fun making them? I bet you did, dirty girl. Got yourself off thinking about all the men out there paying to watch you strip off your clothes and play with yourself. How far did you take it? We found some pretty sizable dildos in your apartment. Did you fuck yourself for the highest bidder? Let them live out their dirtiest fantasies?” I rock my hips just a little, her warm pussy so damn close.
Her breathing catches in her throat, and it’s not from my words, it’s because she can feel how hard I am underneath her. And she knows she wants me.
“Bodhi, man, too far,” River comments, but he might as well not be in the room right now. This showdown is between me and the brat, and I’m about five seconds away from forcing her over my lap and smacking her perfect ass until she learns to behave.
I’m not sure if she is aware of what she’s doing or not, but this time it isn’t me who’s moving to get closer.
She brushes her sweet cunt over my hardened length, teasing me and I’m sure herself.
Her lips twitch up at the sides into an almost evil smile that I have to say looks perfect on her.
“Is that what you do? Why you fuck women like Gloria, because you’re trying to live out some mummy fantasy.
You need help, Slater, you know that, right?
” As the words leave her lips, the delicate fabric of her dress rips along the back seam.
Her eyes go wide, realizing right at the same time as me.
I get my hands around there and feel it’s all the way up to her ass, exposing her cheeks in the panties she has on.
River bursts out laughing. But Dove doesn’t move, she’s locked in. Anger, lust, who knows what it is anymore, all I know is she’s fucking hot like this, staring me down.
I take the two broken sides of her dress and tear the rest of the seam until her fancy, very expensive dress is in half.
A fresh blush rises over her chest and cheeks, but she doesn’t try to cover herself up. She lets me remove her dress so she’s on my lap in just her sexy lace panties and bra.
“I guess we don’t need the poker.” River laughs.
“Riv?” She says his name like a question.
“Yes, Dove.” He responds like the lovesick puppy he is for her.
“Is there a lock for that door?” She points to the door she came in through.
He doesn’t answer her, instead moving to the door and kicking it closed, flicking the lock with a mischievous expression just for me.
She rocks over my lap once more, pulling a dark groan from me.
My cock is painfully hard. It’s been too long since I fucked anyone, and for her, it was always different.
She’s the forbidden fruit, the girl I wanted but knew I could never touch.
She was too young, too innocent for the likes of me. But she’s not that girl anymore.
She hops off my lap and saunters over to River, placing a hand on his chest softly. “Did you watch them as well?” she asks, sounding less irritated than she was with me.
His eyes flick to mine then back to him. “Yeah, babe. You’re hot as fuck, it was an addictive show I couldn’t turn away from. I’m not going to apologize for wanting to see your beautiful body.” His hand wraps around her waist, and he pulls her closer to him.
She sucks in a deep measured breath. “You think Kasen watched all of them as well?” she whispers, and I’m not sure where she’s going with this. It feels like dangerous territory, like we answer honestly and she might just block us out again.
River wraps a hand around the back of her neck, staring into her eyes. “If he’s human.”
She flicks her gaze back to me. “You three are all sick, you know that, right?” she spits angrily, but she doesn’t pull away from him.
He smirks at her, not insulted at all. “Yeah. It’s nothing new, babe.” His free hand slides down to her ass, and he squeezes.
Her head drops, and she leans into his shoulder, not looking at either of us anymore.
“I took that loan with the Southern Breakers when I was desperate. When my dad was sick and I needed money to help him. It nearly broke me knowing what I was going to have to do to pay it back. I wasn’t that girl.
The first video I did I hadn’t even fucked a guy before. That’s how messed up it was.”
River’s hand cups her face, softly forcing her to look back at him. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
Even I stand, my heart feeling like it’s been ripped beating from my chest. I knew it was bad.
I could see how broken up over it all she was.
My hands are on her before I know what’s happening, needing to comfort her.
“That is the saddest shit I have ever heard.” Instead of pulling away from me when I run my hands over her arms, she leans back into me.
“Yeah, it’s sad. It’s fucked up. But it made me who I am now, and it doesn’t matter what your fucking mate thinks he can delete from my life, he’s wrong. That shit is a part of me, and I’m sick of feeling like I need to apologize for it. This is who I am now, as fucked up as that is.”
River holds her face close. “You don’t need to apologize to me, baby, I get it. I happen to like who you are now. A lot.”
My lips brush over her earlobe. I’ve never felt so close to her, so connected to another person before.
I’ve done some tragic shit in the name of money, but you know what?
I own it. Because she’s right, it makes me who I am.
“Just makes you as fucked up as we are,” I agree, needing her to know this is okay.
She’s okay with us and all her secrets, no matter how terrible they are.
She pops up on her toes, her lips meeting with River’s as one of her hands laces into mine, and she presses her ass back into me.
She kisses him hurriedly, like she’s frantic for the connection.
Then just as quickly, she turns and glances up at me.
“Just so you know, I hate all three of you,” she says, right before she presses her lips to mine and kisses me like her life depends on it.
Damn, this girl is trouble. The perfect kind.