Chapter 21 Bates #2
I knew damn well she wouldn’t be able to behave; it’s not in her damn brat DNA.
With her bottom lip jutting out and shoulders slumping, she turns around like I asked, facing the headboard. I don’t mutter a word to her as I hook my fingers into her destroyed leggings and panties, peeling them down her legs and discarding them on the floor.
I do the same with her shirt and bra, freeing her juicy tits without making a sound.
She watches me carefully, studying me intensely.
“What are you doing?” she finally asks as I slide off the bed.
I hold her in place with a firm glare. “Stay right there.”
She continues to pout, more playfully now than anything, and I watch her as I kick the rest of my clothes off.
The tension is palpable as I kneel on the bed, positioning myself directly behind her.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” I order her.
After a hard swallow, she does, leaning forward and stretching her back out as she wraps her fingers around the top of the board.
“I thought you weren’t fucking me,” she challenges me, and I drive my hand up, slicing through the air and smacking hard against her ass.
She yelps, and I know it burns; I didn’t hold back this time.
“I never finished my sentence.” I pause, smacking her other cheek with the same strength.
Her back arches, her ass grazing my cock. I land blow after blow, and her sharp yelp begins to morph into a moan.
“What I should have said is, if you move your hands, I won’t fuck you the way you want. I’ll fuck you the way you need.”
Fisting my cock, I swipe it up through her center, the bead of pre-cum mixing with her arousal. Her ass is already red, my handprints visible. By the time I’m done, you won’t be able to tell where one mark begins and another ends.
Lifting my hand, I bring it down sharply on her ass. She moans, and I spank her again, and again, and again in quick succession, alternating cheeks.
Palming her tender flesh, I massage the ache away, lining myself up with her entrance at the same time. I bring my hand up once more, swinging down onto her cheek as I drive my cock into her greedy pussy, stretching her out fast and rough.
“Ahh!” she shrieks, rocking forward from the force. “Holy shit!”
Reaching around her neck, I tip her head back, and her head falls, her hooded gaze finding mine. I give her a second to adjust to my size, but not long enough for true comfort.
I roll my hips back before sinking into her, deeper and fuller than before. She struggles, fighting the intensity.
“Bates.” She whimpers my name in a plea, and fucking hell, hearing my name like that from her makes my balls tighten and nearly spill into her.
I hold back; I won’t be satisfied until she’s exhausted from this, until she’s deliriously pleasure drunk.
Tightening my grip on her throat, I pull her back toward me as I thrust into her. “Take it. Take it. Take it. Don’t you fucking quit. Take every inch I give you.”
Nodding with obedience and unspoken consent, she moans uncontrollably, her sounds erratic and loud as her body liquefies in my grasp. She is a stunning mess of submission and pleasure.
Her moans fill the room around us, and I suddenly wish I had cameras in here to capture how fucking beautiful she sounds. I’m going to need to install some for next time.
We’re both falling apart, struggling to hold on any longer.
“Oh, you’re doing so goddamn good,” I encourage her, railing into her harder and faster, my voice breathy and ragged.
Her walls start to tighten around my dick, and I know she doesn’t have long before she’s screaming, coming undone at the center. And I’ll be right behind her.
I walk downstairs and find Serena sitting on my couch, wearing my hoodie and a pair of my boxers.
That’s the only thing she should ever wear. My name on her back and my marks on her skin.
“Why isn’t our son here?” I finally ask a question that’s been on my mind.
She cackles. “Our son?”
I walk around the couch, dropping down beside her. Tugging her shoulder, I wrap my arm around her and secure her against my side while she finds something to put on the TV.
“Yeah, our son,” I state sternly, my voice unwavering. “I miss him.”
She snorts. “As if you haven’t snuck into my house to visit him.”
“I haven’t,” I admit honestly. “Not since the gala.”
“Really?” she asks softly, pausing her search to look up at me.
My thumb brushes her shoulder. “Really.”
“Huh …” she exhales.
“What?”
“I’m just surprised you had enough willpower to control yourself for once.”
My head rolls up. “Excuse me. You are obviously the one with control issues between us.”
“Am not.”
“And the biggest brat.”
“That may be true.”
“Oh, it is.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’m sure of it.”
She goes back to finding a movie, choosing something from the recommendations on Netflix.
We don’t say anything for nearly twenty minutes, until she looks back up at me, her eyes wide and unshielded. “Now what?”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs. “Well, we’re both on the same page for once. Now what do we do?”
I click my tongue, pretending to think, but I already know the answer. “I guess we have to move your shit in.”
She scoffs. “I am not moving in with you, you psycho.”
“Oh, is this the line you’re going to stay behind? After ignoring the thousand others we flew right by. Right.” I smile down at her, feeling an overwhelming urge to kiss her. “Would you believe me if I told you that I bought this house for us?”
Her eyebrows pinch together with doubt, but they settle a second later. “Actually, yes, I would. Because you’re insane.”
I shrug. “Oh, yeah. One thousand percent. But that’s what you love most about me.” I pause, and she doesn’t argue or try to correct my use of the L-word. “I really did. I knew exactly what I envisioned for my future when I bought it.”
“And what if I didn’t like you back? Or if I called the cops on you for being a weird stalker? Then what?” she challenges me, but I just smile at her.
“I never had any doubt that we wouldn’t end up just like this.” Leaning down, I press my lips to her forehead, breathing her in before righting myself. “Stay the night. Please.”
“Freddie …”
“I know.” Digging into my pocket, I pull out her keys that I swiped earlier, adding a couple of new additions. “This will get you in the community, as well as the barcode saved on your phone.”
Her eyes widen, and I answer her question without her prompt. “I did it when you showered.”
She’s not surprised at all, and she lets me continue without protest. “This gets you in my house. And there’s a garage door opener in your car.”
“And if I say no?”
“You won’t.”
“Oh, really? You’re so sure?” She purses her lips, her eyes beaming with joy.
“You don’t have to. You can stay at your place. But, fuck, when I get home after the game, I’m going to be gutted if you’re not here, waiting for me.”
Wrapping her hands around my face, she tugs me down, kissing me deeply and tenderly. Time fades away as we get lost in one another, enjoying a glimpse of what the rest of our lives will look like.
And thankfully, I don’t have to worry for too long about if she’s staying or not—because a few hours later, when the Sinners beat the Mallards, I come home and find my family waiting for me, wearing the jerseys I had made for them and greeting me with kisses.
God, I’m the luckiest guy in the entire goddamn world.