Chapter 23
Patch
My head spins as I sit here thinking about what I just did. I tip the beer to my lips and take another pull as the girls all laugh and hug Anika.
“Why do you look sick to your stomach?” Ban asks when he comes to sit next to me.
“What did I do?”
“Claimed that girl.”
“No shit. Why the hell did I do that?” I ask, looking over at him.
“Fuck if I know. You care about her,” he states.
“I raped her,” I remind him.
“Don’t start that shit again. You did what you had to do,” he says, sounding pissed off.
“How could she want to be with me after that?” I ask, looking him in the eye. I wouldn’t want to be with me. I can’t picture her wanting it either.
“She knows what she wants, Patch. She knows what was forced.” I see her then, turning her head to look over at me. It’s like the fucking world stops spinning and there’s only the two of us.
Ban chuckles and stands from his seat, walking away. Anika comes toward me, the picture of fucking perfection. Her cell rings in her pocket, and she pulls it out on her way over to me. Her eyes narrow as she looks at the phone. That has me on my feet and moving toward her.
“What is it?”
“It’s Alan.”
“That screamin’ bitch?” I ask. She giggles a little and nods her head. I pull the phone from her hand and press the answer key.
“You tried to fuck me over. How did that go for you? Did you enjoy my new friends?” His words send heat coiling inside me.
“You did this?” I growl into the line.
“Did you enjoy it? I bet she hates you now,” Alan says into the line.
“I’m gonna rip your fuckin’ throat out.”
“I have people backing me up. I paid good money for it, too. I don’t think you’ll get anywhere near me,” Alan says, making my skin crawl. Anika just stands there watching, listening to the one-sided conversation, unsure of what’s going on, and that’s exactly how it needs to be.
“Is that right? Well, let me tell you somethin’, pretty boy. Your time is comin’. You can’t hide behind them forever.”
“What’s going on?” Anika asks.
“That voice. It’s so fucking sweet, isn’t it? It was when she would scream my name too,” Alan says, pissing me off further. My hand tightens around the phone, my muscles coiling.
“You’re a dead man.” With that, I pull the phone away from my ear and press the end button before throwing it against the wall. A few girls jump, hearing it hit, before I turn and storm to my room.
I slam the door and pace the floor, trying to figure out how he plays into all this. He set this up? Why? How? What’s the point of this? Was he pissed about that night I was with her? That she didn’t take his ass back?
The door slowly opens, but I’m so full of Ban right now that I can’t deal with her. I don’t want to hurt her.
“What happened?”
“I need you to go back out there,” I tell her as I continue to pace.
“Patch, what did he say?”
“I mean it, Anika! My fuse is too fuckin’ short right now!” I roar louder this time. There’s silence for a long few seconds. Silence that eats away at me.
Then I feel her hands on my back. I tense before turning to face her. She’s standing there naked. Wearing nothing. She stripped out of all her clothes, and now she’s bared to me.
“What the fuck are you doin’?”
“What we both need.”
“I raped you. Did you forget that?” I growl at her. She shakes her head no, and my stomach drops.
“You saved me,” she says softly, letting her hands run up my chest and around my neck.
“I shouldn’t have done it.”
“They would have killed me,” she says, grabbing one of my hands and bringing it to the scabs on her side where they cut her. I close my eyes, remembering that moment. The cries that left her. The pain.
“This is wrong.”
“No, Patch. This is right. We’ve danced around it. We’ve both struggled with it, but this is what we need.”
“Everything isn’t about sex, Anika.” I never thought those words would leave my lips, but there they are.
“This is about more than sex, Patch.” She brings my hand to her breast and squeezes.
My cock responds. I’m a fucking man, and there’s a gorgeous woman naked in front of me.
How could I not respond to that? She continues making me massage her breasts as she stares up at me.
I can see the lust and want dancing in her eyes. I know she wants this.
So I let go. I give in. I crack my neck from side to side before forcing her hand off mine. Then I take over, tugging her nipple between my fingers. Anika’s hand slides down her stomach and straight between her legs. She moans and arches into me.
Then I stop everything and step away from her.
She watches me intently before stepping toward me and grabbing my cut.
She slides it down my arms before walking over and laying it on the chair next to the bed.
I watch her ass, her naked ass as it bounces when she walks, and my cock strains against my zipper.
Anika turns back to me and walks slowly over to me, grabbing the hem of my shirt. She pulls it up and over my head, tossing it to the side as I swallow hard. As much as I want her, I don’t want this to trigger anything for either of us.
“Are you sure?” I ask her as I reach for the button on my jeans.
“I’m sure,” she says softly as she moves to help me.
Before long, we’re both naked, my cock begging to be inside of her.
I walk her back toward the bed before laying her down gently.
Then I climb on between her legs. I stroke my cock a few times as I look at her perfect body that’s now marred with those cuts.
I hate that they did that to her. I’ll make them pay for that.
Anika pulls her legs back and spreads them wide.
I lean down and position myself at her wet entrance before looking back up at her.
She nods her head and bites her lips. So I move closer and slide my thick cock inside her.
Her pussy grips me like it never has before and holds on tight.
I groan as I thrust into her. It’s the best feeling in the goddamn world, but in the back of my mind, I can still see them shoving that knife in her side.
I shake my head to rid the thoughts when she reaches for me.
She pulls me down on top of her and kisses me roughly. Maybe this is what she needed.
I roll my hips as I take her, easier, gentler.
“Hard, Patch. I need it harder,” she whines.
I debate it, but only for a second. When her pussy clenches around me, I lose all control.
I sit back up and pound into her. Her body bounces on the bed beneath me, and I love every second of it.
Her pussy tightens, pulls, and destroys me.
I pump into her, taking her just like she asked me to.
Then I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth.
Her hands find their way into my hair, pulling and tugging.
“Fuck, Anika,” I growl before biting her nipple.
“Patch!” She cries out as I pump into her faster. I pick up the pace, taking her as fast as I can before I feel that tingle run down my spine. Then I lose all control. I shoot my load deep inside her as I grunt and groan. Anika moans and comes with me, falling apart.
I let my cock stay inside her long after it softens just to feel that connection to her. I press kisses to her neck when I lean down, keeping my weight off her.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
“You like that?”
“I loved that.”
“I’m glad.”
“Does it bother you?” she asks, and I know immediately what she’s asking me.
“The thoughts are still there. I can still hear your cries,” I tell her. Admitting that takes a lot. I don’t talk about my feelings with anyone. I don’t need to, but with her, it’s different. She was there. She was with me, going through it herself.
“We’re going to get past it,” she says. I roll off her and take her into my arms, pressing my lips to the top of her head.
“I know we will.”