Chapter 20 #3
The small smirk and nod of his head as I walk away with her tells me everything I need to know. Mason Walker approves, which is saying something when the guy barely tolerates people.
“Keep it spicy, Red!” Chase hollers as we reach the car.
“Stay fresh, cheese bags!” Chloe yells, throwing her arm up in the air and trying to twist in my grip as she cackles.
“What the fuck?” I mutter to myself, frowning and ignoring Chase’s booming laugh from behind.
I open the car door and force her gently in before sliding into the back seat next to her.
She sighs happily, surprising me by draping her head over my shoulder.
The car begins to move, and I lean my head back.
This chick is quickly becoming the bane of my life.
She definitely has a screw loose, but instead of putting me off, it hooks me in more.
“That was fun.”
Tipping my head back down to look at her, I raise my brows. “Assaulting a man and nearly getting arrested is fun?”
She rears back to look at me, narrowing her eyes.
I’m sidetracked by how deep and blue they are, like a summer sky just before dusk.
Her mascara is a little smudged on one side and I want to drag it down her face with my thumb.
“He had his hands on Mia’s ass and wouldn’t let go, so I grabbed the nearest thing and swung it at him. ”
“A chair?” I bite back a laugh, incredulous at the woman’s gall.
“Technically it was a bar stool.” She sniffs, turning her head away.
“Still, it wasn’t the smartest idea you’ve ever had, Chloe. You could have gotten into trouble.” The thought of her being arrested had I not been there makes my lips thin as anger flares in my chest, the words coming out a little harsher than I intended.
“Oh, for god's sake,” she scoffs, pulling away from me and crossing her arms. I groan internally as her tits squeeze together, almost spilling out right beneath my nose. “I appreciate the Richard Gere act, but don’t chastise me like I’m a kid. You’re not my dad.”
Thank fuck for that. Because if so, I would be seriously fucked up with these thoughts running through my head. “Richard Gere act?”
“Yeah, Pretty Woman. Rich man pulls up in a fancy car to save a beautiful woman—enter me—from a life of crime.” She wafts a hand airily in front of her before flicking open her little clutch bag and beginning to rifle through it.
“Are you…” I prop my elbow on the window and lift my fist to my mouth, fighting back laughter. “Did you just call yourself a hooker?”
She freezes, her eyes going wide and snapping to mine.
A beat passes and then another. My shoulders shake, and her breath catches in her chest. Then, we’re both laughing.
She’s drunk enough to find that hilarious, but I don’t know what my excuse is.
I laugh harder than I’ve laughed in years, maybe ever.
Infected by her giggling. She claps a hand over her mouth, doubling over.
“How much for the night?” I manage to get out as she wipes moisture from her eyes.
“Oh, you couldn’t afford me, Guerra.” She laughs, twisting to look at me.
“Try me. I’m a rich man.” I grin, tracing my eyes over her delicate features. I drink in her sharp cheekbones, freckled skin, and puffy lips like a drowning man searching for air. God, she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women.
“You’re the one with a price to pay, Zeke.
Not me,” she breathes, suddenly serious.
Her eyes sparkle like priceless sapphires in the dim light seeping in from the streets flashing by outside the windows.
Her gaze drops to my mouth and the simple act has my dick swelling in my pants.
I know what she’s talking about, the fact I won’t touch her until she begs.
Until she uses that pretty little mouth to say please like a good girl.
“I think we can both agree the price is really your pride, mi fuego.” Fire and ice.
I didn’t think it possible for someone to be both simultaneously.
But here she is, freezing me out and setting me aflame all at once.
It’s maddening. Infuriating. And turns me on like crazy.
She tips her head to the side, contemplating me like I’m a math problem she can’t solve.
My muscles lock when she leans in, her lips parting as they hover just an inch from my mouth.
Every instinct I have hammers at me to close the gap, but she’s drunk and I can’t take advantage of that. “Chloe,” I warn quietly, our eyes chained.
Her glassy stare tumbles down to my lips again, a fraction of a second before she leans the rest of the way in and kisses me.
Primal need kicks in and my arms snake around her waist of their own accord.
I kiss her back, forcing her to open up to me as I slip my tongue in to stroke hers.
Fire licks at my skin, every cell in my body vibrating at a low hum as the taste and feel of her envelop me.
A soft, throaty moan escapes her and my cock strains painfully at my zipper.
The faint tang of tequila is enough to remind me why I shouldn’t be doing this.
Moving my hands to grip her shoulders, I pull her gently away.
The sight of her hovering next to me, her lips wet from my tongue, her ragged breath making her full chest heave, burning eyes smoldering with dark desire, is almost enough to break me.
I want to crack my chest open and lay my heart down at her feet.
“Chloe, you’re drunk,” I growl, distracted by the brief flash of her pink tongue darting across her lower lip.
Jesus Christ, is she trying to kill me? Before I can register what she’s doing, she’s hiked her dress up to her hips and slipped onto my lap, straddling me.
I’m not sure if she’s cast some sort of spell over me, or if it’s the fact that all my blood has rushed south, leaving very little for my brain, but I freeze, mesmerized by the sight of her.
She curls her fingers into the hair at the back of my head, leaning in to slide her nose up mine. “You want me to beg for you, Zeke?” she whispers, her eyes dancing with heat.
I groan, my hands finding their way to her hips and gripping her there. My brain has emptied of all thought that doesn’t include the heat of her tight little body pressed to mine, or the sweetness of her breath against my mouth.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” she breathes, rolling her hips forward so her core rubs along the hard line of my erection in my pants.
Heat snaps at the base of my spine, sending a rush of molten need through me.
“Thinking what it would be like if you fucked me.” She rolls her hips again and tips her head back, letting out the most delicious little whimper.
“My fucking god, Chloe.” My gaze drops to where our bodies connect, almost busting then and there in my pants like a teenage boy when I see a lacy red thong barely covering anything.
It’s ridden up over her pussy, baring the edges of her pretty lips to me.
I know how good she looks too, it’s haunted me since that day at her parents' house. Perfect, pink, and wet. I want to pull the flimsy fabric to one side and stuff her full of my cock until she’s bucking and writhing on top of me.
“I can’t,” I grit out through teeth clenched so tight they will surely crack, trying desperately to remember why.
She tips her head back down, drawing my attention away from her center.
Another roll of her hips has my fingers digging into her ass and I’m pretty sure I’m leaking pre-cum in my pants.
A devilish smirk lifts her full lips, and she leans down, her fiery hair veiling my face as her hot breath skates my ear.
“Please,” she whispers, right before her teeth bite down on my earlobe. Fuck it all to hell.
“Chloe, stop.” I snap my eyes shut briefly, pushing away every filthy thought barreling through my head right now and yanking her back by her upper arms. “I said we can’t.
” We stay suspended like that for a moment, both our chests heaving.
She swallows and I’m sure I see hurt flash in her cerulean eyes.
Cursing myself to hell, I hold my tongue.
Now is not the time to discuss it. When she’s sober, I’ll let her know just how much I want her. Until then, it’s safer this way.
“Fine, okay,” she mutters, her cheeks flaming as she scurries off my lap and sits as far away from me as she can.
Readjusting myself in my pants with a wince, I fume silently over the next five minutes before we pull into the underground parking garage of my building.
Times like this make me wish I was the asshole everyone thinks I am.
Because if I didn’t have morals, I would be buried so deeply in her that we wouldn’t know where I ended and she began.
When the car stops, she wastes no time in jumping out.
The encounter seems to have sobered her slightly as she walks confidently across the lot and into the elevator.
My eyes are trained firmly to the inside of the doors the whole ride up, trying to ignore the way my heart still hammers in my chest and need pulses through my veins.
The moment the doors hiss open to reveal the dark penthouse, she’s out of the elevator and headed for the stairs.
I follow slowly, allowing her to race ahead.
The snick of her bedroom door snapping shut sounds a moment before I round the corner.
Hesitating for a heartbeat outside the handle, I force my leaden feet to move.
I’ve got my fist around my cock the moment my bedroom door shuts behind me, and I don’t even make it three steps before I’m coming in my hand, every muscle in my body tight with frustration and longing.