Chapter 5 #2
“I wanted to say thank you for what you did earlier. You didn’t have to let my brother walk out of here.”
I arch a brow and place my glass back on the bar before slowly turning to look at her. “Did you not hear me earlier? I didn’t do it for you.” My words come out sharp.
She glances down into her lap, her fingers twisting together.
For a second, I think she might cry. There’s a definite tear balancing on her lower lash.
“Well, I appreciate it all the same. And I’ll keep him in tow, I promise.
” Her voice is unsteady, nothing like the brazen act she normally puts on around here.
I sigh, feeling bad. “Don’t worry about it,” I mutter.
Her head snaps up and she bites on her lower lip like she’s trying to stop the smile that spreads over her face. “Thank you.” She pushes to her feet. “And if you ever need anything, even just to talk, you can trust me.” I watch as she places her hand on my shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.
I inhale sharply, closing my eyes briefly but imaging Hell’s touch. When I open my eyes, Red is standing in front of me with her hands resting firmly on her hips.
I feel Siren stiffen, but she takes her time to slide her hand from my shoulder, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on Red, then looking her up and down in disgust before strutting away with attitude.
“What the fuck are you doing, Drifter?” Red demands, shaking her head like she’s disappointed.
I groan, sensing another lecture coming. I lift my glass, tipping it towards her before knocking it back in one. “Having a fucking drink,” I mutter. “Why is everyone suddenly interested in my fucking private life?” I stand, the barstool scraping back across the floor.
“Rochelle is already sensitive, and the last thing she needs to see is that scrote with her claws in you,” she hisses.
“Red,” I begin, my tone warning. She ignores me, squaring her shoulders like she’s ready to fight. “It’s got fuck all to do with you what I do in this club or with my woman.”
I refuse to engage in any more drama, so I walk out and head up to our room, my head full and my bones wary.
The soft glow from the bedside lamp is the only source of light, and it illuminates Hell curled up on the bed. I make my way to my side, lowering to sit. I begin to remove my boots when I feel the bed shift, and I glance over my shoulder to see her rolling over, keeping her back to me.
I sigh. “Hell?”
She sniffles, a low whimper leaving her.
I place my hand gently on her back, but she instantly shrugs me off, and I wonder when she became the one who had the right to be mad at me for something I didn’t even do.
Cos, fuck, I am mad. Mad that all we seem to do lately is fight.
Mad that every time she looks my way, it’s with suspicion in her eyes.
Yet I’ve never once given her any reason to doubt my loyalty to her.
“Hell, come on, let’s just put the last twenty-four hours to rest.”
She rolls over to face me, her eyes puffy. “I’m sorry,” she whimpers.
Relief floods me, and I run my hand over her tear-stained cheeks, swiping them away. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Listen, Hell, you can’t keep on at me. I know you’re under a lot of pressure, but I’m not sure how much more crazy I can take.” I feel like an arse, but she needs to know that this bullshit has to stop.
She nods, her breathing coming out heavy with emotion. “I know. I can’t lose you . . .” Her voice trails off as her body begins to shake with sobs.
I put my arms out, and she crawls into them, snuggling against me. I hate seeing her in pain. She’s my girl, and I wish I knew how to make this all okay for her.
I stroke her hair, pressing soft, reassuring kisses against her temple as her tears continue to soak through my shirt.
“You won’t lose me. I just need you to reel in the crazy.” I laugh, small and careful, trying to break the tension.
A snort escapes her as her sobs mix with laughter. She wipes her face with the sleeve of her jumper then looks up at me and mouths, I love you.
I kiss her firmly on the head. “I love you too, Hell.”
She climbs on top of me so she’s straddling me, her hands resting on my chest. She leans in, kissing me with desperation, her tongue dancing with mine, and I feel my cock strain against my jeans. She breaks the kiss, resting her forehead to mine.
“I’m not ovulating, but right now, I need you,” she whispers, and it’s all I need to hear.
I push her back onto the bed, and she lets out a surprised squeal, smiling up at me.
I release the belt from my jeans, and she eyes it gleefully, biting her bottom lip.
I smirk, running the leather strap through my fingers until she places her wrists out in front of her. “Please,” she begs, “I need this.”
I wrap the belt around her wrists, pulling it tight to bind them together. She pulls at them.
“Tighter,” she says breathlessly.
I pull on them harder, and she inhales sharply.
I use the belt to pull her to her feet so we’re toe-to-toe. Her eyes are full of desire as she leans closer, her lips brushing my ear. “Do your fucking worst,” she purrs.
She leans back, her brow arched and a smile goading me as she takes in my reaction.
I grin, wondering if she realises how much I want this right now. Fuck, this woman is making me crazy.
I turn her around and push her at the shoulders so she’s face down on the mattress. Her arse is in the air, on display just for me.
I run my hand softly over her smooth peachy skin before I bring back my hand and smack the flesh hard. The sound echoes around the room, spurring me on. I repeat it, watching as her arse gets redder. I grin as I rub circles over the warm spot, occasionally pinching.
Her chest heaves, and as she relaxes into my touch, I release another smack. She yelps as the force knocks her forward, but she composes herself, pushing her arse back against my cock, which is straining to be released.
I unzip my jeans, releasing my cock and fisting it as I step out from them.
She’s still face down on the mattress as I grip her hips and pull her to the edge.
I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so I can see her face.
She smirks, her tongue running seductively over her plump lower lip.
I use my grip on her hair to guide her to the floor, pushing her onto her knees.
She doesn’t need me to ask, she just opens her mouth.
As I bring my cock closer, she licks the end, swirling it around the tip.
She sucks me into her mouth, the warmth making me groan with pleasure.
My grip tightens as her cheeks hollow out and she grazes my length with her teeth.
I hit the back of her throat, and my head falls back, my eyes rolling as the sensation pulses through me. I shoot my load into her mouth, shuddering hard. Hell groans and I watch as she swallows my seed.
Her glistening lips part as she looks at me longingly through hooded eyes, her breathing ragged. I pull on her binds, bringing her to her feet. I kiss her passionately, tasting myself as I suck gently on her tongue. She hums in my mouth as her kiss consumes me.
I break the connection, and our erratic breathing is the only sound filling the room. She places her bound wrists over my head and I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I feel the wetness as her pussy rubs against my shaft. I bite tentatively at her neck as she leans her head to one side giving me access.
Planting small kisses along her nape, I lower to the bed and lay her back as I go. I bite at one of her nipples, and it pebbles between my teeth.
She arches her back off the bed as I run my hand the length of her body. She tries to angle herself to get me where she needs me. I smirk against her breast, and she sighs in frustration.
“For fuck’s sake, Drifter.”
I stop my assault on her breast and blow gently. “What’s up, Hell? Too much?”
Running my fingers through her folds, I coat them in her arousal before bringing each one to my lips and painfully slowly sucking them clean.
“Ugh.” She throws her head back on the mattress in frustration.
I slide myself down her body until my nose hits her pussy, and I inhale sharply. She wiggles down the bed, pushing herself closer to my mouth. My tongue darts out, massaging her clit as she whimpers, her body sagging into the bed with relief. She tastes fucking divine.
Her orgasm begins to build, and her breathing becomes laboured as her legs tighten around my head. I dive my finger into her cunt and it’s enough to send her over the edge.
Her legs begin to sag, her body spent. I kiss the inside of her thigh as she comes down from her high, her juices drenching the sheet below her.