Chapter 25
Lilla
His cock is rock hard, pressing into my thigh.
Fuck he’s big. Sliding my hands around his tight torso and making my way under his work shirt, a charred wood smell invades the slight space between us.
My fingers trace their way along his ribs, where I can feel his heart beating rapidly.
I wish my body didn’t beg for his touch.
Grabbing onto his sides, I quickly spin us around, pushing him against the wall, hard.
He lands back with a thud and a devilish smirk.
He is so fucking sexy. Slowly, I move my body in sync with the motion of his fingers, riding his hand, chasing my climbing orgasm.
With each swipe of his tongue, he brings me to life.
My hand slides over his erection, giving it a squeeze on the outside of his jeans.
Remember why I’m here. Jace sucks in a sharp breath.
His teeth scrape down my neck, kissing and sucking powerfully.
“Come on, baby, be a good girl and cum for me.” Sucking again, hard as his thumb rubs my clit, his finger works inside, hitting that sweet spot, until I can feel my body beginning to shake as the release threatens to explode.
My mind finally catches up to my heart, yanking it back into the hole that’s been its home for all these years.
Just before my orgasm unleashes, I grab his hand firmly, stopping all movements.
His eyes darken as his forearm flexes under my grasp.
Slowly, I slide his hand out from my soaking panties, locking eyes with him.
“I’ve given you more than you deserve.” Before I walk away, I grab his soaked fingers, watching the fire in his eyes, and I place them in my mouth, sucking myself clean from his tattooed digits.
“You don’t get to know what I taste like.
” I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “You don’t get to summon my moans or my orgasms. You know who does?
” I pull away from him, his chest surging, and his deadly stare.
“My vibrator, unlike you, it’ll stick around.
” I watch as shock courses through him, and he follows me to the door.
Making my way down the last step, he towers above me, his cock at eye level.
Reaching my hand up, I grab onto him, firmly, “as you said, I can stop at any time.”
He drops his head back, looking up at the ceiling. With that, I leave him hot and heavy, and hopefully wishing he never left.
Jumping into my car, I let out a shaky breath. My body vibrates with need, relishing the way his hands glide over my skin.
The moment his lips hit mine, a thousand dreams flooded my mind, remembering everything I hoped for that night in my room, lying in his arms. As quickly as the dreams came, the voices came out raging, reminding me of everything Jace makes me forget.
Jace left behind a girl who was so lost, a slave to the voices in her mind. He left a girl who needed someone, who wanted nothing more than to be loved, fought for, to be enough.
That girl needed him.
This one doesn’t.
Now, I’m here. A doctor, for fuck sake, with my own home, my best friend, and he shows up thinking I’m still weak, a girl still needing saving. Well, I don’t.
I’m done with his games.
I don’t need anyone; I’m stronger without him. I rose above the flames that surrounded me and crawled out of the ashes. I did that. I figured it out. Mommy dearest would be so proud.
Pulling into my driveway, I head inside to tell Haley we don’t have to kill him, but we also will not be nice to the man. My body is begging me to be everything he needs, but my heart is begging me not to.
It’s been two weeks since Jace held me in his arms and begged me to be the ‘good girl’ I used to be, to cum on his hand and show him just how much I wanted him. For the past two weeks, he has texted me once a day, and I’ve ignored every message.
After work, I head to the gym, and my phone starts ringing, ‘Sperm Donor’, what the fuck. I watch his name light up on my screen. I let it ring and ring until finally, the call ends. I pull into the gym's parking lot and immediately text Haley.
Lilla
Sperm Donor just called me. Has hell frozen over?
Did they run out of precious money?
Walking into the gym, my phone rings again. I knew she’d call when I texted her that. Laughing at myself, I go to answer, only it isn’t Haley.
Cruella DeVille scrolls across my screen. Why the fuck is she calling me, and how do they even have my number? I absolutely ignore that bullshit and continue with my night.
Stepping into the gym, it’s empty as usual. Heading to my starting station, getting in my zone. The door opens, and Haley walks in.
“What the fuck? Did you answer the ghost of eight years?” Her face is completely baffled. Her high pony tale swings her hair back and forth as she stomps over. Her bag is draped around her bright yellow sports bra, making her tan skin look bomb.
“Who cares about thing one and thing two? Let's work on growing bigger asses.” Her dimples pop as her cheeks lift, sending me a big smile. “And we have the gym to ourselves, soooo pick a song to play over the big speakers.” She throws her bag down.
Looking at each other, the words flow out in unison, “Gangsta’s Paradise.” Without even selecting the song, I hit play. I know Haley like the back of my hand. Instantly, her head starts bobbing, her lip curls up, and she looks like her early-90s teenage self.
Haley goes over to the box jumps, getting into her stance. We stare at each other with fire in our eyes. I love working out with her; we challenge each other, and we go all in.
We jump and sing our hearts out until the song ends, making us laugh hysterically at our crazy, obsessed selves. When clapping catches our attention, we slowly snap out of our fan girl moment and look at who enjoyed the show.
Turning around, we see Jace and Hayden both standing there, in their gym attire.
Hayden is about the same height as Jace.
His eyes are the darkest brown I've ever seen, matching his thick eyebrows. He’s definitely a good-looking man.
He stands tall, my gaze drops to his legs, his thighs are so muscular, I’m sure he could flex once and rip a new pair of jeans.
Jace is standing next to him, in a gray cutoff, his sable hair covered by a backward hat, which instantly sends a shock through my lower stomach.
We don’t want to climb him like a tree; he is thorny.
Squeezing my legs together as I shift stance, I watch a daring smirk rise.
He knows, cocky asshole. I watch as their muscles flex with each clap.
Haley marches over to them, and I can’t help but smile, because if Jace thought I was scary, he has no idea the power Haley possesses.
She points at Hayden, “You look like far too nice a person to be running around with this asshole.” Jace grabs his chest like he’s just been shot.
“Ouch, Hals, I’ve been so good, ask Lil. She’ll tell ya.” The fucker nods at me and winks. The audacity.
I grab my towel and water, and start walking over to the bench press, knowing damn well Jace’s eyes are still on me. “Oh yeah, he’s been such a good boy.” Hayden busts out a deep laugh, and Haley winks at Hayden as she shoulder checks Jace, following me to the machines.
Eminem starts slamming into the speakers.
Lying back on the bench, I close my eyes, taking in his words like my own anthem.
Pushing up the bar and bringing it back down, I push out all the thoughts of my parents.
The thoughts come to a halt as my watch vibrates, showing Sperm Donor once again.
I slam the bar down, rolling out from under it.
Haley furrows her brows, and both guys turn around from their stations.
Throwing up my phone, Haley nods and meets me in the middle of the gym. “Don’t answer it.” She pleads, catching Jace’s attention even more so, and he starts walking over.
“What is it?” He takes a drink of water, and all I can think is how I want to drink him in, swallow him down my throat until he can't give me anymore. Simmer down bitch, we hate him. HATE him, even when he is dripping sweat, in a cut-off t-shirt.
“Lilla?” Haley claps, catching my attention.
“What? I was thinking…” Jace smiles. That smug bastard caught me, son of a bitch.
Haley shoots me the look, “Quit eye fucking Jace, we hate him, remember?” She moves her hand over him, swirling it in front of us, “asshole.” Jace turns and looks at Haley, with fake-hurt on his face. I start laughing, as does Hayden.
“For real, what’s going on? Hayden now stands beside a curious Jace.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but my parents called, both of them, multiple times, all day.” Jace doesn’t know about my childhood, or lack thereof. All he knows is what I told him during my meltdown at his house, before he shoved his fingers in my pussy to shut me up.
Hayden throws his towel over his shoulders. “Do we not want to do this?” He shakes his head no as he asks. Making me smile.
“No. I really don’t…” I pause. Because I don’t want them to see me struggle with anything. I don’t want Jace to see my fragility.
“Don’t worry, I’m good. I always figure it out, right, Haley? Let’s do what we came to do.” Hayden and Jace both eye me, then their attention flies to Haley.
She slaps my ass hard, making me inch forward, “To get bigger asses!” She yells, throwing her fist in the air.
I look at Jace and Hayden, both of whom are smiling.
“You heard the woman, get to work.” Following her, I suppress my feelings surrounding my parents, knowing the best thing to do is smother each thought as they come, because the reality is, if I don’t suffocate them, they will end up suffocating me.
An hour later, we finish our workout. We all start heading to the door. “Hayden, who's watching over my sweet man?”
He chuckles, “I put him to bed before we came, I’m heading home now to make sure he’s good.” I nod.
“He’s lucky to have you. Don’t leave him; just… make sure you stay, for him.” Jace’s eyes pierce me with each word; his eyes dig deeper. I don’t mean it as a jab, but if the shoe fits.
“I won’t.” He smirks, unlocking his truck as Haley comes behind us.
“Nice workout.” She smiles up at Hayden, batting her eyes.
“Nice ass.” Hayden laughs as Haley’s jaw drops. “I mean good workout, whatever you’re doing– uhh– keep doing it.”
Haley blushes, “You too, muscles. See you at home, babe!” She blows Hayden a kiss and yells over at me, then shuts her door.
Making my way to my car, I notice Jace following me. He is relentless. “Isn’t your car over there?” I keep walking without giving him any notice.
“I’m not chasing after my car, I’m chasing you.” I turn around swiftly, making him bump into me. He’s pushing me, and testing me, and he needs to stop, because I am not strong enough, well, I am, but the ache between my legs says otherwise.
“Stop. Stop chasing me, Jace. I don’t want to be chased, and definitely not by you.” He cocks his head to the side, shooting me a cocky grin.
“I had you chasing something the other night; you were just too stubborn to let me give it to you.
But you're craving it, aren't you?” He starts circling me like a predator. “Tell me, how did you taste when you licked yourself off my fingers? I’m dying to know.” I try to step forward, but he stops me, halting my steps.
I look over at the truck, and Hayden is shaking his head.
I lean into him, pressing myself against him, my breath cascades down his neck, “so fucking good.” My words fall over him in a warm whisper. I use my hand to push his chest, “Hayden’s waiting, asshole.”