Chapter 26 #2
“I’m going to show you some magic.” Hash backs me up until my ass hits the cool metal of a car. My arms come up and wrap around his neck to keep me from falling back completely. “I got to fuck you bent over the hood of my car. Now I’m going to fuck you so I can see the show.”
“But what about the party?” I ask as he bends me backward until my back hits the hood, the cool metal sending a chill down my spine.
“Fuck the party. It can wait. How do I get this fucking thing off?” Hash asks as he looks over the bodysuit and his hands roam my body, trying to find any sort of opening.
“There’s a zipper in the back.” I gasp as his thumb brushes over my nipple, making me arch my back.
Hash takes his opening, sliding his hand under my back searching around for the zipper. Once he finds it, he yanks it down, getting caught on the belt that’s holding the tulle skirt up.
“Goddamnit,” he growls as he starts yanking on the fabric.
“Don’t break it! Let me up.” I push lightly on his chest, making him back away.
I carefully take the belt and skirt off, being careful not to rip the tulle on the zipper as I set it aside. Hash is done waiting for me as he closes in, going straight for the zipper and dragging it the rest of the way down. He peels the bodysuit off my body, letting it fall around my ankles.
His brows raise as I kick it off. “No panties?”
“I didn’t want the lines.” I shrug with a seductive smile on my face as I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him back in.
His lips slam down on mine, desperate for what we’ve both been wanting since my injury. It’s been torture not being able to kiss this man while I was healing. It’s hot, heated and urgent.
I nip at his bottom lip as he unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I shiver at the feeling of my hard buds brushing against his cut. My hands go to his belt, needing more contact than what I’m getting.
Fuck taking our time.
I quickly undo his jeans and slide them over his ass, allowing his hard cock to spring free. I shimmy my ass back further on the hood as I spread my legs around him.
Hash lets out a low, gravelly laugh. “In a hurry, are you?”
He runs his finger up and down my slit, circling my clit with each pass, making my moans needier and needier each time. I tip my hips up, trying to follow him, needing more. He picks up the pace, the sound of my wetness mixed with his hand echoing throughout the garage.
“Hash,” I whine as my head thrashes from side to side.
I need more.
I need him.
“I know, baby doll,” he coos as his hand disappears, making me mewl out from the loss of contact.
“I’ll always give you what you need. Remember that.
” He lines the thick weeping head of his cock up with my entrance.
My pussy contracts, trying to suck him in, but he doesn’t let it.
“Such a greedy fucking cunt.” He runs his cock up and down my slit, coating it in my juices.
“It’s only greedy for me though, isn’t that right? ”
I’m too far gone to answer. The only thing I can think about is having him inside of me, giving the release we both want.
“Answer me.” Hash slaps my clit with his cock, making me cry out.
“What?” I stammer, not able to remember what he asked.
I feel his cock at my entrance again as my pussy contracts harder this time. “Tell me this cunt is only greedy for me.”
I swallow, the wanting almost too much to take. “It’s only for you.”
“Damn straight,” Hash growls as he slams home without warning.
He bites out a curse as my inner walls clamp down around him in a vice grip, trapping him inside, never wanting to let him go. I pulse as he pulls out slightly and forces his cock back in, setting a fast and furious pace.
The car is rocking underneath us as our moans and groans echo throughout the garage. If anyone walks by, there’s no way they won’t hear what’s going on inside.
Hash’s fingers dig into my thigh as he hikes it up, holding it above his waist. His thumb finds my clit just as the tingling sensation I’ve been chasing starts at the base of my spine.
“Hash,” I moan, feeling the edge creep closer and closer with every thrust.
He stares down at me, his eyes wild as they dart between my face and where we’re connected before they lock on my breasts.
I grab a handful of my breasts that feel so full and achy for him, begging to be emptied as I offer them up. “Drink.”
Hash’s pace is animalistic now, the car squeaking under us as he hammers into me, all control out the window as he leans down and takes the hard bud in his mouth.
He drinks and drinks as if he hasn’t had anything to drink in days.
“Good boy,” I purr, arching my back into him as I tip my hips up. The angle change has his cock hitting that spot deep inside of me that has me squirming against him as I teeter over the edge.
Hash releases my breast with a pop. “That’s it, baby doll. Milk my fucking cock,” he groans as my inner walls flutter around him. Two more thrusts and I’m tipping over the edge, clamping
down on him so tight that he makes a choked sound, his release following me over. Jet after jet of come shoots deep inside of me.
He collapses on top of me as we both come down. Our chests rise and fall while we try to catch our breath. He nuzzles the side of my neck as he releases my leg, letting it fall to the side. My fingers thread through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as I hold his head to me.
“We really need to start using protection,” I mumble, completely sated as I feel the mix of us slowly trickle out of me where we’re still joined.
“No.” Hash punches his hips forward in emphasis, his softening cock making me moan softly.
I already know I’m going to be sore tomorrow.
“No?” I ask softly, twirling the end of his hair around my finger. I wish we could stay like this forever. “Are you trying to knock me up?”
Hash places a soft kiss on the base of my neck, not saying anything.
“Would that be so bad?” he asks against my neck.
My hands in his hair freeze as I think about what he just asked. Would it be so bad? No, but is it what we’re ready for right now? Also no.
“No,” I finally admit in a whisper. “But I don’t know if we’re ready for that.”
“Is anyone ever actually ready? There’s always going to be something that stops you from doing what you want.
I’m going to be there every step of the way this time.
And besides…” Hash pauses as he pushes up on his elbows so he can look down at me, a slow smirk playing at his lips.
“I can’t have my milk drying up. I’m a growing boy. ”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “I can’t stand you.”
His softened cock slips completely out of me as he pushes to stand up. “Just think about it, yeah?” he asks as he pulls his jeans up and stretches his arm out toward me.
I take his hand, letting him pull me up. “I’ll think about it.”
Hash finds a shop rag and cleans me up before helping me back into the leather bodysuit. This thing is a bitch to put on.
Once my costume is back in place, we walk out of the garage and head back to the party.
I see Evan and Sutton over by the fire talking to two girls I haven’t met with Cain, Scotch, Cyrus, and Ink lingering nearby. Trick is nowhere to be found.
Hash leads me over there after grabbing us each a drink from a cooler outside.
“I know sex hair when I see it!” Cyrus yells with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Hash slaps him on the back of the head as my face heats. I’m pretty sure it’s the color of my tulle skirt.
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that.” Hash glares.
“I wasn’t talking about her,” Cyrus says, the grin unmoving as he seems unfazed at being slapped.
Everyone’s attention moves to Hash’s hair, which happens to be in a million different directions and the bottom slightly frizzy from where I ran my fingers through it.
Oops.
Hash runs his hands through his hair as he looks down at me with a smirk.
Ugh.
I roll my eyes back at him.
“Aisling, this is Delaney and Wren,” Hash introduced me to the other two girls. They wave in greeting.
“I see Hash also didn’t want to wear his costume.” Evan glares at him with his arms crossed.
“Babe, I fucking told you none of us were dressing up. I told you that you can do your little fucking party and decorate however the fuck you want, but we’re not dressing up. We’re grown-ass men,” Cain tells her.
“Grown ass men who are no fun.” Evan pouts.
“I think your girl looks like fun,” a drunk guy walking past who is wearing a very poorly put together joker costume calls out as he winks.
Cain snarls as Hash and Ink close in, looking ready to beat his dude’s ass.
The drunk guy’s friend drags him away faster, waving in apology.
The guys watch him until he disappears completely into the crowd.
“Let’s get a picture!” Sutton claps as she pulls out her phone, handing it over to Ink.
We all walk over to the big tree that’s far enough from the fire so you can still see us and we won’t look like a giant orange blob.
Just as I’m backing up, I bump into a hard body.
“I’m so sorry,” I say quickly as I turn around with my hand up.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” A man with a black cut on, that looks a lot like the one Hash and his brothers wear, smirks, his eyes roaming my body as he looks at me like there’s something he knows and I don’t.
I freeze, my body unable to move as I stare blankly at the man.
There’s something about him that seems so familiar… something that’s making me scream danger in my head.
Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.
Oh, my God.
The voice!
It’s him!
It feels like there’s a hand around my neck, squeezing tighter and tighter as I take in his Black Diamonds club logo on his cut.
Rail.
That’s his name.
I can’t breathe.
“Aisling! Get in here!” I hear Evan yell, but I can’t move.
I’m frozen in fear as I watch Rail retreat into the crowd, smirking at me the entire time he struts backwards until he disappears.
“You okay, baby doll? You looked freaked the fuck out,” Hash asks in my ear as he comes up to me.
I swallow the fear that’s clogging my throat, trying to suffocate me. “It’s him.”
“Who?” Hash asks, confused as he looks around.
“The guy who broke into my place.” My hand comes up and rubs at the area of my throat that felt like there was a hand squeezing me. “He’s here.”
“What the fuck?” Hash growls as he spins around, his hand going to the gun he has tucked in his waistband. “What did he look like?”
I hear him, but I’m too busy staring at the spot he disappeared, waiting for him to pop back out and attack me.
“Aisling!” Hash barks. “What. Did. He. Fucking. Look. Like.”
“Black cut like yours with a logo that says Black Diamonds. The name Rail was underneath that.”
“Excuse me?” Hash’s voice takes on a lethal whisper that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
For the first time since Hash appeared at my side, I turn to look at him. My throat drops into my stomach at seeing the look of murder swirling in the depths of his green eyes.