Chapter 19 Stone
NINETEEN
STONE
“You should probably leave.” I tell him once the door slams shut behind Vanna.
“Fuck you. You think just because you’re rooming with her that you get dibs. Well, news flash, buddy. She’s mine. Always has been and always will be.”
“Tell yourself that all you want.”
“I will. She’s already halfway to crawling back to me.”
I find myself cackling. “Really now? And what happens in a year or so when she’s ready to settle down? Are you going to cheat on her again? Give her what she really wants? Because you will never satisfy her the way I can.”
His fists clench by his sides. “If Vanna wants to get married, I’ll fucking drag her to Vegas right now. I’ll knock her up by tomorrow. I’ll fuck her until she forgets you ever even existed.”
The mere mention of him knocking her up ignites a searing sense of fury through me and I loose the ability to think straight.
Gripping the front of his shirt, I nearly lift him off his feet. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
Rage boils inside of me at the thought of him even touching her, let alone trapping her in a pregnancy. I might fucking kill this man. The Devil knows I’ve done it before. He slaps me with a smug grin on his gruff face and narrows his eyes.
As he yanks himself from my hold, he says, “Just wait a sec.” Then he pulls something out of his pocket, revealing it between his two fingers; Vanna’s birth control pills.
“Picked them up for her earlier. I assume you’re not going to let me drop these off in her room, so maybe I’ll just take these-”
Snatching the packs out of his hand, I growl, stepping into him. “You were just going to walk out of here with her pills?”
He smirks but doesn’t respond. Not even as I shove him toward my door.
I watch as the asshole leaves my apartment, locking it for good measure. I stare at the pills in my hand as I contemplate something. Nothing good, of course.
But what would happen if Vanna doesn’t get these? Could she just request more or would she be denied? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done something completely insane and irresponsible.
Sighing, I decide to do the right thing. That is until I get up to her room and open the drawer of her nightstand.
Oddly enough, an entirely new pack sits waiting. When I open it, I find that only one pill is missing. Then, I check one of the packs from Hunter and find that they’re slightly off in color…
Like a brick through a window, it hits me. Hunter’s given me fake pills, hoping I’d be dumb enough to give them to her.
Standing there, I stare at the birth control in my hands and then in the drawer. It’s a terrible idea. It’s morally atrocious. And yet, I pop one pill out and drop the fake pack into her nightstand and slip the real ones into my pocket.
My heart thuds inside my chest a million beats a minute. This decision to follow through with Hunter’s plan seeps into my veins with a rush of adrenaline. He may think he’s pulled one over on me, but jokes on him because starting now, he won’t be anywhere near Vanna unless I’m there.
Fuck, I shake my hands out, sucking in a needed breath to quell my nerves. Our lives are about to change forever, and there’s something terrifyingly beautiful about it.
The sound of the front door opening yanks me back to reality. I don’t get the chance to slip out of her room, so instead I sprawl out across her bed. I’d rather she assume I have boundary issues than find out I’ve touched her contraceptives.
Vanna yelps the moment she spots me. “Why the fuck are you in my room?”
“I wanted to wait for you. You seemed upset.”
“Yeah, obviously.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Are you joking?” She glowers. “Get out.”
“Come on, Darkness. Please?” I move to sit up and pat the space next to me. I watch her consider my request, the features of her face giving her away, but she eventually gives in. “Hunter's a prick. I don’t know why you’re entertaining him.”
She sighs, “All I told him is that I would hear him out.”
She plops down next to me on her bed, our backs propped up against her pillows.
“And?”
Her head falls to the side, and she stares up at me through her lashes.
“What do you want, Stone?”
“Come here.” I open my arms and pull her into my chest.
Her muscles are tense, but they eventually relax as I comb my fingers through her hair. I’m quiet for a moment, taking in the peace. Reaching down, I thread my other hand through hers and study my ring on her finger.
I think about playing it cool, but now the stakes are higher than ever before. So, I go for honesty.
“I want you.”
She scoffs a sullen laugh, “Trust me, you don’t. I’m a mess. A mess that Hunter already knows how to navigate. And with having a sister-”
“Vanna, don’t tell me what I can and cannot handle.”
“Hunt seemed sincere. Like he’s really changed.” She whispers.
“There’s a reason you left, and it wasn’t because you saw a life with him.”
She pushes herself out of my hold. “Look, best case scenario, he’s saddled with my psycho ass and has to take care of me for the rest of my life. You do know that I’m not okay, right? I mean I am now, but not always.”
“Story of everyone’s lives, Vanna. None of us are always okay.”
“You don’t understand.”
“No?” I ask, gripping her upper thigh and brushing my thumb along a familiar scar.
“No.”
I yank her until she’s lying down next to me. With wide eyes, she fights to sit back up, but I roll on top of her and pin her to the mattress.
“Vanna, I understand more than you think and the harder you pursue this guy, the harder I’ll fight back.”
“And how exactly do you plan to do that?”
“Like this.” I warn before I crush my lips to hers.
She struggles in my hold, twisting and tugging her wrists, but I only strengthen my grip. My tongue lashes out against hers and despite fighting me, she moans. With each stroke inside her mouth, with each breath consumed, she settles. This kiss disarms her in a way I don’t think she had expected.
Her arms fall to either side of her head, still pinned beneath me. I use this advantage to shift between her thighs. Her body is soft against mine, and I want nothing more than to finally feel what it’s like to be inside of her.
“You’re going to lose.” She cautions between kisses.
“That’s the plan.”
My fingers curl around the waistband of her black skirt, and I shove it down.
“Wait!” She pushes my chest, and I ease off of her.
Pulling open her nightstand drawer, she searches around. When she doesn’t find what she’s looking for, she combs a hand through her black hair.
“Did you take my condoms?”
Yes.
Shocked, I laugh. “Why would I do that?”
Well, because there’s no way in hell I’m letting her fuck anyone other than me and when I finally sink inside of her, there won’t be a need for condoms.
“I know I had a few in there and now they’re gone. You’re the only one that’s been in my room.”
“I didn’t take your condoms. What does it matter? You’re back on birth control anyway.” She eyes me skeptically. “I didn’t take them, I swear.”
“Well, it looks like you’ll just have to lose another time then.”
Sliding off the bed, I motion for her to follow. “Come here.”
Hesitantly, Vanna obeys and stands between me and the edge of her mattress. I spin her around and flatten her chest against it, so her round ass is facing me. Opening her bedside drawer again, I pull out her pink vibrator and bring it to life.
The room resounds with the vibration, and she immediately tries to stand back up.
With a rough push, I keep her in place. “There’s more than one way to get you off, you know.”
Then I press the tip of the pink rubber against her panty covered clit.
She gasps, wriggling in my hold before melting.
Slowly, her legs open wider for me, and I rub the toy against her until she’s practically riding it.
The fabric still clinging to her is soaked through now, so I rip it down her legs and ball it up to shove inside her mouth.
“That’s how wet you get for me. Don’t forget it the next time your ex tries to kiss you.”
My hand comes down, clashing against her bare ass with a sickening thwack. She jumps at the pain but then groans as I slip the toy between the lips of her pussy. I tease her entrance before I slide it all the way in. It’s slow and deliberate, forcing her to feel every inch that’s pushed inside her.
She shivers and the very sight makes my cock ache.
“One of these days, Vanna, I’ll be inside of you. I’ll be the one stretching you, filling you, and stuffing you full of my cum.”
She whines through the fabric in her mouth. The side of her face is smeared with makeup from the tears now forming.
Unzipping my pants, I pull out my cock and stroke it as I thrust the toy with my other hand. It’s not much longer until she’s screaming and I’m panting, ready to fall over that crest of pleasure with her.
When her pussy is leaking with every retreat of the toy and her muscles stiffen, then shake, I grunt my release. I spill into my hand again and when I flip her over, I replace the panties in her mouth with my cum.
I don’t give her a second to even think about what I’ve done. Instead, I smash my mouth against hers and make a mess of my jizz between our lips.
She gasps as if I’ve stolen her air and all it does is force more of my fluids to the back of her throat. I watch her swallow me down, her mouth and chin glistening. The sight makes me hard all over again.
“What the fuck.” She breathes and I just smirk.
Gripping her face between my fingers, I tilt her head and lick away my mess. Her eyes flutter closed as I do, and I’ve never known a person to be as turned on as I am with what I do to them.
“I hope he tastes me.” I warn.
I don’t bother waiting for a response. Instead, I leave her to bask in the post-orgasmic afterglow and think about what we just did.