Chapter Twenty-One #2
She peers up with my cock in her mouth, locked tight between her pretty, glossed lips.
My tip leaves her mouth with a soft pop when she stands, and I sit up just enough to ease her panties down her hips.
When I pull her close, she lets me turn her and guide her until the softness of her thighs warm both sides of my face.
She falls forward to lay flat on my torso, pressing her breasts into my stomach.
I’m anxious to taste her, and a soft whimper leaves her when I part her pussy with my tongue, pushing it deep, letting her leak down my tastebuds.
My eyes fall closed to the sound of her whispering my name before she warms my dick inside her mouth again. I brace her hip to hold her in place as I drop one of my legs off the cushion. Tension spreads down my torso and it builds when she grips the base of my cock and sucks harder.
I lap her clit with my tongue, and she squirms.
I love that shit.
I’m always possessive over her but today feels different. It feels like I’ve got something to prove, a need to mark my territory. Seeing another man’s hands on her struck a nerve. She’s been mine for so long, the idea of her being with someone else kills me.
Kills me.
She moans when I suck her clit, massaging it with my tongue as I draw her in and out of my mouth. Soft and slow. Just like she likes.
I loop an arm around her waist, holding her to me when I feel her getting closer. Her clit’s so tight, swollen between my lips, and she’s damn-near drowning me. That sense of possessiveness, that need to make sure she knows she’s mine… it’s so powerful it’s almost dangerous.
She pushes her lips down just far enough to tease the tip of my cock, engulfing it as she sucks harder, and my eyes roll back in my head. This girl knows what the hell she does to me.
I suck her clit harder. She spreads her legs a little wider, whimpering and grinding down just enough to let me know she’s coming.
I can’t hold back anymore either, and she moans louder when I explode in her mouth.
She once said she loves the way I taste, and that’s all I can think about as she swallows.
Every fucking drop.
She doesn’t let me fall from her lips until I’m drained, completely empty and relieved. I rub her hip, in no rush to let her go as I breathe in her scent, licking the last of her from my lips.
She climbs off me slowly, and this doesn’t feel like last time. There’d been so much hostility then, so much anger and frustration. Today, all I feel about what we just did is… love.
I fucking love this woman.
With everything in me.
She stands and straightens her dress, brushing the pad of her thumb against the corner of her mouth as I zip my jeans.
Still, I remember my grandfather’s words, his reminder not to push. I owe her at least that.
“I uh… I can go. I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.” The words exit my mouth, but leaving is the last thing I want to do. If it were up to me, we’d never be apart again.
But I don’t want to say too much.
She stares up at me, and if I’m not mistaken, she doesn’t want me to go either.
“I… yeah. You’re probably right. I’ve got some research to do on the electrical violation, so… I should probably finish that.”
I fight back a smile. Yeah, things are still fucked up and a little weird between us, but this is the closest we’ve felt to normal in a long time—no tension, no anger, no drama.
Who knows? Maybe I won’t beat Seth’s ass.
Not today, anyway.
I stand and just do what feels natural. I bring Blue into a hug, kissing her because that’s what I want, what I need.
“I love you.”
I say that with confidence because I’ve never been more sure of anything. Ever.
“I love you, too,” she says back, and I feel something I haven’t felt in months.
Hope.
I take a step toward the door when she stops me. “And, West?”
“Yeah?”
She smiles a little and… damn. I’m rethinking my decision to leave. “I was just gonna say, I’ll… text you later.”
Never in a million years would I have thought something so simple would have me giddy, but I’m so fucking into this girl it’s almost sad how she melts me.
“Looking forward to it.”
She opens the door to let me out, but I pause when my phone rings. I glance down at the screen, then back up to Blue.
“It’s Shawna.”
Her brow quirks. “You should pick up. It might be important.”
I step back into the apartment, and she closes the door while I answer on speakerphone. “What’s up?”
“Hey, it’s Shawna. I started to text but thought it might be better to call.”
“It’s fine. Did something happen?”
Blue drops down next to me, listening in.
“Actually, yeah,” Shawna sighs. “So, I’m sure you remember the friend I mentioned before. The one who’s pretty tech savvy?”
“Yeah, what about him?”
“Well, he called. He’s been monitoring things for me and got a pretty interesting hit.”
I sit forward, feeling irritated. “And?”
“And… Pandora’s account—my account—pinged from an IP address in a Vegas airport when that last post went out.”
This is a first. Never in history have we had any kind of information on Pandora that she hasn’t wanted us to have on her.
For the first time, she’s the one being tracked.
“I know it’s not a huge deal, but it’s something,” Shawna explains. “I’m just trying to do what I can to help.”
I don’t miss the hint of guilt lingering in her tone, but it’s earned. She put us through hell for so many years. Now, the lingering effects of her bullshit are still biting us in the ass.
“Thanks. Keep me posted if you hear more.”
“Will do.”
With that, I end the call with Shawna and turn to Blue.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
At first, I’m not sure how to answer, but then I do the only thing I think will actually get under Pandora’s skin.
“I’m gonna let her know she’s not untraceable.”
Blue watches as I open my account and type out a message, tagging the queen of gossip herself.
@QweenPandora… What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?
I leave it at that, vague but direct enough to get my point across. I even smile a little because it feels too damn good being on this side of things for once.
And just like that, I’m pretty sure the tide just shifted.
How’s it feel being the one who’s hunted, bitch?