Chapter 8
Nolan
Thud.
Instantly, my hand reaches over to grab the bat I keep beside my bed.
I’ve got a gun too, but that shit’s in the bottom drawer, and this fucking intruder is already in the goddamn room.
“Ou!” is quietly hissed in a soft, familiar feminine tone prompting me to immediately release the weapon.
Inwardly sigh.
Why didn’t I just assume it was her?
It’s not like I forgot she’s in the goddamn apartment.
That shit’s fucking impossible.
The combination of her laugh, her making Kipp laugh, and the faintest smell of vanilla every time she fucking walks by are so fucking intoxicating, I could barely finish the one beer I managed to open at dinner.
Hell, because of that shit, I barely ate dinner.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I had that much fun during a meal.
Or at our dinner table.
Not to say that me and Kipp don’t have a good time together.
We do.
Car shit, mixed with the occasional sports shit, tends to be entertaining, but we don’t sit at the table.
And we damn sure don’t usually sit that fucking close.
Never with a woman wedged between us.
I’m not entirely sure what the fuck is going on here.
Not entirely sure I hate it.
Not entirely sure The Kid does either.
What I do know?
Each of us touching her…at the same time…felt…like the rightest shit I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
And that?
That’s fucking unsettling.
Not because there’s anything wrong with being attracted to The Kid or Bunny or both at once but because the three of us being together…for just…a fucking moment…shouldn’t have me convinced that that shit is the way it’s supposed to be.
Like every fucking twisted thing up to this point in life was building to this.
Life isn’t a goddamn Rubix Cube.
And us…together…isn’t the fucking thing solved.
Rolling over onto my back, I grumble my question just above a whisper, “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I need to pee,” she replies at the same volume.
Yeah, when I left my bedroom door cracked open it wasn’t for that.
Then again, if I’m up front about the shit, I don’t really know why I did it.
Maybe I hoped she’d come in here?
Hoped that I was wrong about her ending up in Kipp’s bed, underneath him, screaming his name while I listened with my dick in my hand pretending, I was the one splitting her open with my cock.
Filling her with my cum.
Because pretending for me is enough.
Or at least it has to be enough.
The Kid wants her.
He’s made that shit crystal fucking clear since the second he saw her.
I’m an asshole, but I ain’t that type of asshole.
Not to him.
Never to him.
His needs come first…even in the sack.
“Your bathroom’s closer,” Bunny innocently claims, moon illuminating her squirming figure being covered by an oversized white t-shirt.
It’s not.
At least not by enough for it to matter.
Rather than argue the obvious, I kick my chin in the direction of my ensuite and tuck both hands behind my head, loose sheet inching downward to rest right underneath my bellybutton.
The whole process doesn’t take long, and once she’s out, her gorgeous frame rises to the tips of her toes in an attempt to do the thing she didn’t do when entering the room.
Not disturb me.
“Still awake, Cinderella,” I good-naturedly tease only to chortle when I see her fighting the urge to smirk. “Your prince might pass out that fast, but I don’t.”
“You know I always wondered if he snored.”
Bewilderment has me angling my head slightly to the side. “What?”
“To balance out the charming.” Her body creeps a little closer to the edge of my mattress giving me an even better view of her toned thighs and shapely calves. “Like maybe he was so good with words – supposedly because I didn’t really see that in any of the renditions – to make up for the fact he rattled the headboard in the wrong way.”
Oh, I can show this little runaway princess that I know how to rattle it in the right one.
Allowing my eyes to continue drifting upward, they drink in the lack of curves being revealed under what’s basically a fucking tarp yet stop dead in their tracks at the sight of her hardened nipples managing to peek through.
The idea of having one in my palm and the other in my mouth leads to me mindlessly declaring, “Get in bed.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t immediately object.
Or refuse.
Or tell me to go fuck myself.
Instead, she pulls her hair to one side of her face.
Sways forward.
Does her best to steady her breath.
Fuck, this is a bad idea.
She’s a bad idea.
And not like having a towing company that’s open 24/7 with only one driver but an actual bad idea.
One that will leave me with much more than the occasional sleep deprivation headache and need to be hooked up to a caffeine IV drip.
Scooting over to the side closest to my bat occurs at the same time I repeat, “Get in bed.”
Bunny steals a bite out of her bottom lip before countering, “Why?”
“That way when you have to piss again – which you will – you won’t wake my ass up stumblin’ around.” I pull the cover back enough to present the space as hers. “Can’t promise I’ll be so warm and cuddly a second time.”
“This is you warm and cuddly?”
“Warm.” A crooked grin grows on my face. “I don’t do cuddly.”
“What if I asked?”
“Maybe if you begged.”
There’s no denying or missing the whimper the statement conjures.
Just like there’s no denying or missing the way my cock is beginning to stir.
Lengthen.
Threatening to join a situation I want him in but know he shouldn’t show up for.
Hell, neither of us should.
In fact…
My mouth moves to declare that she can just have the bed while I’ll take the couch when her body drops down onto all fours to crawl across my mattress.
Fucking.
Crawl.
Maintaining hard eye contact during the trek to the territory she’s been offered causes my dick to swell more; however, it’s the dangerous momentary exposure to the view of her tongue ring that pushes the damn thing to thrum in pain.
Fuck. Me.
When was the last time I was this hard?
Have I ever been?
Bunny lies on her side, flops her head on the pillow I just abandoned, and stretches herself out. Against my better judgment, I take all the time irresponsibly possible to admire her stunning, brown skinned legs and the delightful way they meet her firm, round ass. An ass that’s peeking out from underneath the t-shirt she’s wearing informing the whole world she’s not wearing any panties.
Of course, by the whole world I mean me.
Because this is my world.
And she’s just the newest part demanding to be discovered.
Conquered.
Adjusting the blanket over Bunny is followed by her needlessly backing up. The wordless declaration for me to move in closer is executed without hesitation.
No.
Hesitation is probably the one fucking thing I could use next to restraint right about now.
Her hand manages to catch mine before it can return to my side and tuck it about an inch underneath her tit, leaving my thumb to linger in an easy to graze distance. “I’m not asking or begging, Mutt.”
Because why the fuck would she?
She’s barely asked for a goddamn thing since she’s been here.
She just sort of wants, and we someway…some…fucking how…just…give in.
It’s like if the word temptation was 3-D printed with a pussy and a rack worthy of crashing my truck over.
Something I almost did daydreaming about doing this very shit on my way home this evening.
I grunt my annoyance yet simply stay still.
After all, there are worse things than having her wrapped up in my arms.
Flooding my senses with vanilla.
Grinding her ass up and down the span of my shaft.
The realization of the latter has me pausing to affirm what it is I think is happening. That she is indeed sliding my cock between her fabric covered ass cheeks. That she really is rocking her entire body into the motion, doing the very imploring she just declared she wasn’t going to do. I force myself to swallow my groans, which is an easy task until I make the mistake of peeking underneath the sheet to actually see the sight of her ass coating my cock the way it wants her pussy to.
At least for now.
I’ll take that sweet ass eventually.
Just not our first time.
Again.
Unless she begs.
Logic makes an effort to persuade me to leave the situation while instinct blatantly laughs in its face.
Knows what’s about to happen is supposed to happen.
Declares Kipp isn’t going to hate me for this but thank me.
Thank me for test driving his new plaything to insure it’s safe for more than just joyriding.
Knocking my lips against her ear is attached to me growling, “Don’t fucking toy with me, little rabbit.”
Bunny cranes her neck over her shoulder so that our eyes can briefly meet. “Then you toy with me…” Her mouth lowers just enough to let her tongue snake out to touch me with the jewelry I wanna feel. Need to feel. Am gonna fucking feel. “Sir.”
Getting my tongue against hers is done in tandem with yanking a fistful of her hair. I lap up the muted whines of pain and inspire new ones with lash after lash after lash against the little round ball of chaos that’s been calling to me since we first met. Attempts to fight back are made, but they’re pointless.
Wiggling in hopes I stop the tugging that’s being given to her hard nubs is pointless.
Everything that isn’t submitting to me right now is fucking pointless.
She wanted to play with the big bad wolf.
Then she’s gonna fucking play.
Ripping up the back of her shirt barely precedes shoving my cock into her tight, wet pussy. And while the first thrust is sharp, it pales in comparison to the one that comes next. Bunny’s lower half does its best to work away from the intensity of being suddenly taken, except that’s not what I want.
I want her feeling every single moment of this and every fucking inch.
And tonight, I am getting exactly what it is I want.
Kicking off the sheet and scooping up her leg grants me deeper access as well as an even better view. With one leg draped over my arm, I tighten my tangled hold of her hair and yank her into me, dick relentlessly diving through the white-hot waves engulfing it.
I possessively watch her pussy soak me from root to tip and tip to root despite her soft cries of objection, “Too much.”
“Fucking take it.” Tiny constrictions around my cock act like applause of approval that push me to thrust faster. “Be a good little slut and rub that clit for me.” Another hard pump is delivered. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
Bunny’s breath suddenly hitches; however, she doesn’t move. I reposition my grip to her ankle, lifting her leg up higher to change the angle to one that has her back bowing on a much louder screeching, “Too deep!”
Ignoring her outburst is easy given how her juices are now dripping past my dick onto my nuts. “Do what Sir said, Rabbit.” More savage pumps split her wider. Give me the perfect shot of seeing my shaft ruthlessly tear her in two. “Be a good little slut for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Shaky puffs of air bounce around the room as Bunny glides her fingers between her thighs to follow the order.
My order.
Fuck. Me. I’ve always known I like this control in the sheets, but it’s never felt like this.
Not just good.
But right.
Perfect.
All of a sudden, her muscles begin to clamp down much harsher from her own caresses. The view is slightly obstructed resulting in me spreading her the furthest she can go to be able to see her riding her own hand from over her shoulder. She grinds into her palm, leaving her fingers to occasionally brush the underside of my dick, adding ball tightening touches timed to my increasingly frantic strokes.
Pounding faster spurs her hips to match the pacing, and the furious tempo is swiftly mirrored by my fingertips in the knotted mess at the opposite end. Scents of sex and vanilla and sounds of her preparing to cream on my cock ceaselessly work in tandem to unleash a side of me I don’t often acknowledge exists.
“Fuckin’ come on my cock, you dirty little slut.” Sinking my teeth into her earlobe causes her entire body to seize. “Make a fuckin’ mess for me to clean up.”
“Nolan!!!!” is unexpectedly shouted at the top of her lungs to the point I know my best friend can’t deny what’s happening in here. Impossible to resist pulses begin around my dick, determined to milk from it, what it’s milked from her and dropping my hold on her leg to bury my hand in the same space hers is happens without thought. Nestling it there has me forcing her to meet me harsh heave for heave regardless of how much she shakes and shivers and screeches for mercy.
“Now, show me you can take this fuckin’ load,” is purred in sync with my thrusting becoming more erratic, bits of precum continuously carving the way for the rest. “Show me how good you really look in white, little rabbit.”
Bunny makes an effort to arch her back, yet it’s futile.
My claim is so fucking harsh and so fucking unyielding that it’s a miracle she can even fucking breathe.
Scorching hot bursts splash her quivering muscles causing her to yell once more, “I’m coming!”
Animalistic hisses repeatedly hit her ear alongside every spurt only stopping when my cock stops kicking. And at that point, I abruptly slip out.
Roll her over onto her back.
Bury myself between her thighs and use my tongue to shove the cum back in before it’s had a chance to seep onto the mattress proving I’m a man of my word.
She made a mess.
And now I’m gonna fucking clean it up.