18. Leo
CHAPTER 18
Leo
We are two rounds in, with me in the lead, followed by Myles. Chloe was never too good at bowling. She hated it after being old enough to play with the gutter rails down. Veronica is in last, which isn’t surprising.
I’m sure in her privileged life before the asylum, her parents never took her bowling. She’s maybe knocked three pins down in total since the game had begun. Every time she spun around after her turn, I could see the frustrated expression she was trying to hide.
This is probably the equivalent of her doing a puzzle with Eliza.
“You aren’t doing that bad!” Chloe attempts to cheer Veronica up.
“My score is probably the lowest in all of bowling history.” She rolls her shoulders, relieving the tension that’s building up.
“That’s okay! Leo,” Chloe looks at me. “You can help Camille, right? Show her how to throw the ball so it doesn’t land in the forbidden ditch?”
“The forbidden what?” Myles questions, an eyebrow perking up. Chloe waves him off, not bothering to answer his question.
My sister narrows her eyes at me and quickly slides her gaze to Veronica, who is looking at the scoreboard with her hands on her hips and her brows pinched together.
When Chloe finds me again, she speaks through her teeth. “Help her.”
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I give in to make my sister happy and say, “Yeah. I can help her.”
Veronica’s head snaps to me. “What?”
Giving her a tight smile, I walk to the ball return and scoop up her pink-swirled ball. Holding it out for her in the palm of my hand, I tell her, “I’m going to help you.”
She eyes the ball, then lifts her gaze to mine. A mischievous grin spreads across her face. Her arms raise, and she snatches the ball from my hands. Stepping away from me, Veronica positions herself close to the lane, waiting for me to join.
I exhale an annoyed breath as I walk over to her. Standing behind her, I leave the smallest space between us, not wanting our bodies to fully touch, and wrap my right arm around her to help hold the ball.
A flash goes off somewhere around us, causing Veronica's focus to leave the lane to where the flash came from. To our right, Chloe is standing, giggling with the Polaroid camera at her side. In her other hand, she is shaking the photo.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m being an annoying sister and taking a photo of you and Camille on your first date.” She grins, stepping forward to hand Veronica the picture.
She stares down at it and laughs to herself, almost out of relief. I dip my brows as Chloe walks away, leaving us staring at the photo.
“It was you,” Veronica states.
“What was me?”
She holds up the Polaroid picture, tapping on the bottom corner where the date is stamped. The same color and font as the one I slid under her door.
“Someone slid a photo under my apartment door. And here I thought I had a creepy stalker, but it was only you.”
There is no denying it now. “Just because it was me doesn’t mean I’m not a creepy stalker. I mean, I did find out where you lived.” I point out with a smirk. “Now, can I please teach you how to bowl so we can get this night over with?”
“Fine, creep. ” She hands me the picture, which I tuck into my back pocket.
We resume our position with me showing her how to hold the ball. “With your fingers in the holes, bring your other hand up to cup the side of the ball.”
“Seems confusing,” Veronica says playfully. “I might need you to show me.”
Knowing my sister can’t see my face, I roll my eyes, but I know that she is watching us, so I decide to keep on the charade and grab Veronica’s left hand.
As I place it on the side of the bowling ball, she takes this as an opportunity to close the distance between us. Her back is now flush with my front. Her ass pressing directly into me, the sensation overwhelming me, but I hold in the groan that is threatening to escape.
It’s been forever since somebody else touched me there. I’ve been locked up for three years and out only for a little while. It’s not like women are lining up to sleep with me, so you can’t blame me for having this reaction.
Clearing my throat, I open my mouth to speak, but then Myles is interrupting me, “Chloe isn’t feeling good again. We are going to head home, but she insists on you two staying.”
Over my shoulder, I glance at Chloe, who is slinging her purse off her shoulder. She sees me staring and flashes me a smile paired with a wink. There is a good chance that she wants to leave because she’s feeling nauseous, but I can almost guarantee that she’s leaving with a purpose—to force Veronica and me to spend time together alone.
“Yeah, okay.” I sigh.
Myles smiles sheepishly before leaving me and Veronica to our little lesson.
“It's such a shame that they are leaving us all alone.” She fake sighs, wiggling herself against me.
“Can you focus on me telling you how to throw the damn ball?”
“I’m not sure if I can be taught. Not when I can feel you against me. It will be hard to concentrate.” She drops her head back until it’s resting on my shoulder. “You know what I’ve heard? You’re either good at bowling or good at sex. And since I’m terrible at bowling…”
She trails off, her words sinking in. “I’m good at bowling.”
“You are.” From here, I can see the smirk dancing on her face.
I breathe out a laugh, my hands holding hers a little bit tighter. With my mouth close to her ear, I respond in a low voice, “We both know which one I’m better at.”
My eyes drop to the pulse racing in her neck after hearing her sharp intake of breath. Veronica turns her head slightly to the side, and those green eyes look up at me through her dark lashes.
“I think I need a reminder.” She can’t control her body's movements as it squirms.
“Yeah?” I whisper, my nose nudging her temple. “You want me to take you somewhere and remind you how good it feels to have me inside you?”
“Mhm.” The one syllable comes out as a squeak. Her eyes fall to my lips, and she licks her own. “I would let you show me right here. I don’t care that we are surrounded by people.”
I hum in response, my thumb brushing against the back of her hand. “What a dirty little angel you are. Wanting me to take you with an audience.”
She shivers against me, her body melting into mine as the nickname sends chills through her.
“No. I don’t want everyone to watch you beg for forgiveness.” I lightly coast my lips across the side of her head. “Because that’s what you’d be doing, Vee. You’d be on your knees, begging me for forgiveness. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.
“You wanna show me how sorry you are?” I shouldn’t be doing this, just like the million other things I shouldn’t have done in my life, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.
Veronica isn’t the best choice—she is probably the worst choice.
But she is the easiest.
“Let’s change our shoes so we can leave,” I suggest, to which she eagerly nods.
Veronica slips out of my arms and races to the plastic seats to remove her bowling shoes. Ripping them off one at a time, she slips her heels back on and looks at me. I stalk towards her with a smirk, taking my time. I love the way she is fidgeting in the seat.
After taking off my uncomfortable bowling shoes, I replace them with my regular shoes and grab hers to return them together. Once we leave the building, I stop outside the door and pull out my phone.
“Seeing as Chloe was our ride, I’ll have to order an Uber.” I click on the app and pay for a ride. Locking my phone and slipping it back into my pocket, I skim the parking lot. To my left, I see an alleyway. “In the meantime…”
I take her hand in mine and lead the way. It isn’t well-lit back here, with one dingy lamp hanging off the side of the brick building.
I walk us between the buildings, away from the street. There is enough light to see each other but not enough for someone to see us in passing.
I plant myself against the building wall and swing Veronica in front of me. Her eyes are flooded with lust as she stares up at me. “Get on your knees, Veronica. You have forgiveness to beg for.”
She wets her lips, then peels her eyes away from me to glance down the dark alley. Her chest heaves rapidly. As she contemplates if she wants to do this, I pull out my phone and look at the estimated arrival of our car.
With the phone still in my hand, I grip her jaw with my fingers to pull her attention back to me. I hold up the phone, the light from the screen illuminating her face as I show her the arrival time. “You have five minutes.”
Veronica removes herself from my grasp and swiftly drops to her knees. Shaky fingers tug at my belt, unclasping it from the loop and then unzipping my pants. She doesn’t hesitate to yank my pants and boxers down my hips until my dick springs free.
Her eyes go wide, lips parting at the sight before her. Veronica takes me into her hand and slowly massages me until it earns her a moan. Then, and only then, does she wrap her lips around me.
My eyes flutter shut at the warmth of her mouth, at the familiar feeling. Her tongue glides around me, savoring every single inch. Vibration courses through me as she hums around me, a muffled moan wanting to escape from her mouth.
“ Fuck, Vee …” I gasp. “Your mouth is Heaven.”
She smiles around me, bobbing her head as she takes me into the back of her throat. A gag leaves her even though she has no gag reflex. She does it because she remembers how much it turns me on.
Tucking my chin into my chest, I watch her work her magic, relishing in the sight of her on her knees with my dick shoved deep in her mouth. “Missed this, didn’t you, little angel?”
Veronica hums in response, nodding slightly.
My phone drops to the ground, and I’m taking her head into my hands, stopping her movements and taking over. I ruthlessly fuck her face, causing her hands to shoot up to my thighs for leverage. My hips buck rapidly as I drive myself down her throat.
A moaned whimper falls free from her, and it only provokes me. I slam into her harder until the tears begin streaming down her face, and her fingers dig deep into my body. The alleyway is filled with the sounds of the wetness from her mouth as I slide in and out of her, followed by my grunts and moans.
I pause my movements, buried deep in her throat, and while she struggles to breathe, I ask, “Do you think this is enough to earn my forgiveness?”
She does her best to nod, eyes flooding with tears and mouth pooling saliva out of the corners. I tilt my head to the side, appreciating her state before continuing. I withdraw myself from her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath for a moment before I dive back in.
It doesn’t take much longer, a few more thrusts before my legs are shaking, and I’m spilling inside of her. So much of me coats her tongue, and she swallows it all like the good girl she is.
After I leave her mouth, I tuck myself back into my pants and redo the buckle while she comes back to earth.
Veronica finally finds the strength to stand as I bend down, pick up my phone, and tell her the car is here. I open the door for her, and she slides into the backseat, with me following behind. Veronica wipes the tears and streaks of mascara from her face, trying not to let the driver see her state.
I didn’t have time to put Veronica’s address in the app when I reserved a ride, and since I remember where she lives after that one night that I followed her back to her apartment, I tell the driver to drop us off at her place. Veronica quickly turns to face me, looking at me in confusion.
“M-my place?” she stutters.
“Well, we aren’t going back to my place, and we sure as hell aren’t going to Chloe’s.”
“Right,” she says and then tells the driver her address.
The drive is silent. The man behind the wheel minds his own business and doesn’t attempt to talk with us. He pulls up outside an apartment complex, and I still can’t believe that Veronica lives in such a nice place.
She opens her door, gets out, and rounds the car. She stands there, waiting for me to follow her, but I stay seated. Not even reaching for the door handle. A look of confusion appears on her face, so I roll the window down.
“Are you not coming up?”
“Nah.” I shake my head. “You’re on your own, Veronica. Have fun with yourself tonight. We both know you used to be so good at that.”
Her jaw drops, and I roll up the window, giving the driver my address.