Chapter Forty-Eight
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
GEMMA
Somewhere back at her apartment, I think she shot me.
She had to have shot me because this reality seems… skewed.
I wonder if our timeline shifted.
Because I can’t fucking believe she’s in my arms.
I can’t believe she didn’t run.
But now that she’s in my arms and entirely mine, I’m never letting her go.
She kisses me as if she thinks she’s going to die at any moment. Her hands are on my cheeks. I secure my forearms on her back and hold her flush. I can’t get over the feeling of her naked body against mine. It’s so much more overwhelming than I fantasized about.
She rocks her pussy against mine, her body trembling as if she’s about to cry waiting for this release. I pull back and stroke her cheek, the corner of my lip curling at the look on her face.
“Rockstar, you’re trembling,” I breathe against her cheek. “Do you want me inside you?”
I slide my finger between her ass cheeks, and she gasps.
“Yes.”
I clench her butt in my hand and sink a finger into her pussy from behind, groaning at her arousal. My lips meet hers again, our tongues pushing against one another as if she’s trying to hold onto one last shred of dominance. I wrap my hand around her hair and yank her head back, exposing her throat. She winces at the stretch, a smile on her lips, and I scoff as I kiss that deviant grin.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, slipping that finger into her once again.
“Yes,” she pleads.
I lay back on the pillows and pull her further up my chest. Her wet pussy slides on my stomach. Her palms press to my tits, grabbing like she’s holding on, and I groan.
“Yeah, grind on my stomach, baby,” I tell her. “Ride me like a desperate slut begging her stalker to touch her.”
I add another finger as she does.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Do you think you can take more of me?”
She jerks. “Yes.”
“Is that the only pathetic little word you can manage? Yes? ”
She bites her bottom lip, eyes closing. “Yes.”
A third finger slides inside of her, and she groans, her forehead hitting my chest.
“Shh… I have you. I’ll take care of this pussy. You need another?”
Her pussy throbs around my fingers. She nods her head, hair falling over her eyes as she squeaks, “Mmhmm. Yes.”
“You’re so fucking greedy.” I slip in a fourth, and her nails break my skin.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
I can see the tears pricking her eyes, and the sight does something to me. Her mouth drops, and I snake my free hand up to her cheek to swipe away a drop. “Shh… that’s it,” I say, stroking her. In and out. Each one deliberate.
“Harder,” she breathes.
My brows lift.
God, she’s perfect.
“You want it harder? You think you can take more?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“I don’t think you can handle more.”
“Please,” she whines. “Please, Gemma. More. Harder .”
I move my hand on her face down to her throat, my thumb grazing over her trachea. “Are you sure about that?” I ask.
Her eyes open, and I’m taken aback when there’s so little blue left around her pupils. “Make me want to die,” she whispers.
I’m so fucking in love with her.
I lean up and kiss her cheek. “Okay, baby.”
My hand clenches around her throat within a blink. I pull my hand out and grab her by the ass, whipping us over and onto her back. I reach for the pillow at the end of the bed and pick her legs up so I can sit her ass on it. She hardly has a second to gather her wits before my hand is back on her neck, pressure tightening around her throat, and I thrust two fingers into her tight hole.
My thumb presses on her clit. She gasps, her eyes wide as if she wasn’t expecting so much so fast. I don’t let up my increasing motions, not even when I add another finger, then another. Releasing and tightening my grip on her throat. Her pussy sings. I feel her tightening and tightening, her body beginning to writhe uncontrollably. She digs her heels into the mattress, and I lay down on one of them to keep it bent on her chest.
“Is this enough?” I ask.
She shakes her head, tears streaking her cheeks. “More.”
I can’t deny my rockstar what she wants.
Faster. Harder. I’m stretching her leg and bruising her with every thrust. I feel her release when I loosen my grip on her throat. She spills over my hand, walls enclosing as if they can’t take anymore.
“More,” I hear her breathe. “Destroy me entirely.”
One of my toys catches my eye.
I remove my hand from inside her and reach across the mattress to my finger vibe. I slip it on my thumb, turn it on, and resume my motions.
“Oh my god—”
Her back arches off the bed as she takes my hand once more. Her pussy is squelching, dripping—the previous release drenching the pillow. I grab her by the throat again and haul her lips to mine as she comes again. She’s shaking. Sobbing .
“Are you still fucking greedy?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Her bottom lip is trembling when I bend over and kiss her nose. She presses her hands to my cheeks and kisses me hard, groans escaping into my mouth. And when she lays back on the bed, I see it.
Bonnie’s eyes roll in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of. I can see it coming—the blackout. The dopamine hit that will take her to a different plane.
And I don’t stop.
I wrap my hand around her throat again, pressure only on those nerves under her jaw. Faster. Harder. She’s writhing and searching for the next release, fingers white-knuckled around the sheets. I let up on her throat. She climaxes again, squirting all over me. And this time, there’s no begging for more. There’s no whimper or plea or scream releasing from her lips.
Her head rolls sideways as her body continues flinching.
I sit back on my knees to admire the damage.
Aw.
She looks so pretty passed out on my bed.
Spread eagle, my red handprint on her throat, her swollen pussy still throbbing and glistening.
I did that.
If we weren’t taking my bike, I’d clean her up, clothe her, and let her sleep this off on the way to her dad’s. She has to be exhausted after the last few days. I know she didn’t sleep last night either. However, I’m not taking the SUV when Rad might know what it looks like.
God, today has been a fucking day.
I was so consumed with her that I almost forgot I killed a guy earlier.
Maybe it’s better if I don’t think about that too hard.
I carefully take the pillow from under her legs and pick her up to take her to the couch. I can’t leave her in the soaked bed. There’s a sherpa blanket on the back of my couch that I wrap her in. She hardly stirs when I lay her down or turn on the television to cut through some of the silence.
My phone catches my eye, tossed on the bedroom floor, and my stomach sinks as I remember Kade. I grab it off the ground, ignoring the multiple texts telling me to stop fucking her and call him back, then tap over to his number.
“Hey,” I say when it stops ringing.
“That fuck better have been worth the ulcer you’re giving me,” Kade snaps.
I resist laughing because I know he’s on edge. “Yeah, it was,” I answer. I step over to the monitors, seeing him standing in the middle of Bonnie’s apartment. “Oh, good. You’re there.”
“Yeah,” he says. “At least you didn’t leave me with a lot of blood to clean.”
“Clean snap,” I mumble, the hair on my neck raising as I recall it.
“Did you also break his back?” he asks.
“Something like that.”
“I thought that’s what it looked like,” he mumbles. “Okay. Ah… Fuck. I’m sorry about this, Gem. I should have caught that it was them on the lease. You should fire me. I’m fucking trash—”
“Get this settled, and we’ll call it even,” I tell him. “I know the lease wasn’t in their names. It isn’t your fault.”
Kade nudges Trevor’s foot with his boot. “Right… Safe to say it’s all good to move what isn’t tainted to her new place?”
I step back into the kitchen and start looking for food to prep for when she wakes up. “Yeah. Just take her personal things. Clothes.”
“Burn the furniture,” he says.
“That’s what I was thinking,” I reply.
“Okay,” he says. “At least while we’re moving her, we can get rid of him.”
I pull out strawberries, cheese, a couple of muffins, and some other random things. “Yeah. There’s that at least.”
“Hey. You okay?” he asks.
I glance her way, and my chest swells with every even breath that leaves her. “Yeah. I just want to get her away from everything for a few days.”
“What were you thinking?”
“I’m going to take her out to her dad’s place… the ocean. Quiet and safe. At least until she’s moved into the new place. I know the band still has to get some recording done so maybe we can get them out there a couple days, too. Give her some normalcy.”
“Avie called me earlier when he couldn’t find you.”
“Shit,” I mutter. “I’ll call him when we’re settled. Hey, Kade?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t say it enough, but thanks for cleaning up my shit,” I tell him. “I know I’m not easy.”
“Yeah, you’re not,” he agrees. “We’re family, Gem. We take care of each other. And we’re too far into this relationship to back out now. We’re stuck.”
I chuckle. “True.”
“Enjoy her,” he adds.
“I am.”
It’s a few hours before Bonnie stirs, and in that time, I’ve made her a snack, called Avie and Stella, and taken the sheets off of my bed. She begins to stir as I sit on the other end of the sectional, tray of food waiting for her.
“Oh my god, is that food?” she groggily asks.
“Best I could do,” I say, watching her sit up—not caring to wrap the blanket around her still-naked body.
If you had told me earlier today that I’d eventually be sitting on the opposite end of my couch from her as she ate cheese and grapes in the nude, I would have laughed.
Bonnie chuckles as she looks at the table and forcibly crosses her legs under her.
“What?” I ask.
“I can’t fucking feel my legs,” she says, and my heart skips a little at the smile she peers at me with.
“We’ll get that blood circulating before we get on the bike,” I tell her.
“Bike?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah. We still have to go.”
She picks up one of the mini banana nut muffins and begins picking off the walnuts on top. “Do you think Rad will come after us on his own?”
I consider the solemness in her eyes. “Maybe,” I reply. “Maybe not. I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, either way.”
“Together?” she asks.
Our eyes lock for a beat, and I swallow. “Yeah… If that’s okay with you.”
Bonnie pulls off a piece of muffin and pops it into her mouth. “So, where are we going? Where do criminals go to hide?”
“We’re going to your dad’s,” I tell her.
“Mm… the beach. Yes,” she says. “That sounds amazing.”
“I thought you could use fresh air.”
“And you’ll stay with me?” she asks.
I nod again. “I’m not leaving you, Bonnie.”
“Good,” she says. “Because I’m still mad. And we still have a lot to talk about.”