36. Wrinley #2
He responds by grabbing my throat and directing my chin towards his face. “I don’t need you to answer. I watched it on the camera,” he whispers with a hint of gravel in his tone. Crap, I should have known better. What else has he seen? “You’re going to have to show me in person one of these days.”
“I am not humping a pillow for your viewing pleasure. Besides, why would I hump a pillow, when I have you?” My voice is too sweet. If I’m not careful, he’ll know I’m up to something. “Were you spying on me, Senor Studly?”
“Not actively. I was too busy to watch you in real time… unfortunately. But I did play it back this morning when we stopped to gas up the bikes. You did so well for me and I do plan on rewarding you.” I’d like to show him where he can shove his praise.
I don’t need it and I definitely don’t want it either.
“Although, maybe I should take it back after that new little nickname. Did you just come up with that?”
“I did. It’s not as good as when I came up with Fallopian Fiddler, but it is pretty good. Don’t you think?”
“I think you’re a smartass brat, begging to be put in her place.”
“As much as I’d like to collect on that tempting threat, I have to go home so I can get to work. I already texted dad and told him I’d be in by noon.”
He nods, giving in a little too quickly for my liking, but I don’t have time to figure him out right now.
I pull back from him to find my pants and pull them on quickly while also making a subtle attempt to pee to ensure I didn’t leave the pregnancy test in the garbage or some other dumb shit.
Then I wrap my arms back around his neck and land my lips on his.
He catches me off guard by wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in tight, deepening the kiss until his tongue is begging entrance at my lips and I open for him.
Of course I do. Our tongues dance until I let out a soft moan and pull away yet again.
If I don’t, I’m going to forget everything and claim him right here and now, and it won’t be pretty.
“Don’t forget to take the truck.”
I pause–halfway out the door–at his words, itching to push back, but thinking better of it. I don’t want to, but I’ll drive his truck, because the anxiety that comes along with it will be worth it for what I have in store for him, and he won’t even see it coming.
Axel
“Something’s up with her.” I know my trainwreck almost like the back of my hand and she’s definitely acting weird.
“Relax,” Dom mutters from the couch, where he’s sprawled out like it belongs to him.
“I’m sure she’s just antsy from being cooped up in a place that isn’t hers for almost twenty-four hours.
Plus, didn’t you say she doesn’t like to drive?
And you’re literally forcing her to drive your big ass truck? Dude, maybe she just needs a minute.”
Maybe he’s right and there really is nothing going on.
Maybe a little space would do her some good. Not like I’ll actually give her much.
She was just a little too sweet for my liking.
My girl isn’t sweet.
She’s salty and bitter and rough around the edges… just the way I like her.
“Yeah… maybe so,” I reply hesitantly, but I’m still not convinced.
A short, staccato buzzing comes from the office, pulling me from my thoughts.
My head cocks in the direction of the closed door.
I don’t need to see it to know exactly where it’s coming from–my burner.
A few quick strides and I’m behind the desk with the phone in my hand staring at the incoming text alert from the very pain in the ass that walked out this door less than five minutes ago, meaning she’s likely texting from my goddamn parking lot.
TRAINWRECK: Busy?
What the fuck? Why is she texting a complete fucking stranger? Now, of all times.
ME: That depends.
TRAINWRECK: What do you mean “it depends”? You’re the one that reached out to me last time. What exactly does it depend on?
ME: depends on what you want to happen.
TRAINWRECK: I’ll do whatever you want.
ME: I’m going to need you to be specific.
Be very specific little trainwreck.
I have a feeling I know what’s coming but I need her to say it so I can move it and her to the compartment of my brain where disappointments go. The bitch that gave birth to me and my sperm donor can keep her company.
TRAINWRECK: Fine. I want you to fuck me.
Jesus Christ, this is not happening. Heat rushes up my neck as rage takes hold of my nervous system. What the fuck is she doing?
TRAINWRECK: More specifically… I’d like you to chase me… in the woods, behind Gravity… and then , fuck me.
Fuck. I thought we were past this shit.
But, this is some fucked up form of irony.
When I told her she’d have to come to me to get her needs met, she definitely pushed back.
She hates being told what to do unless it’s sexual in nature.
Then things changed and we had a truce. She wanted something from me that I was all too willing to give her and I let my guard down.
Now my mind is twisted, stuck between my obsession and the raw desire to fuck her within an inch of her life and punish her for making the wrong fucking choice… again.
I should be happy. This means I get to punish her for daring to disobey me.
But there’s another part of me that’s pissed she has such little regard for her safety that she’d reach out to a stranger asking him to fuck her.
I shouldn’t be all that surprised since she’s done this before, but things are different now, especially if she could be carrying my child.
This only proves my point that something is going on with her and I plan on figuring out what that is… sooner rather than later.
I can’t wait to see her face when she realizes how much trouble she’s in. And make no mistake, she’s definitely in a lot of it.
“Axel,” Dom catches my attention with a snap of his fingers. “What’s going on?”
A burning sensation builds in my chest and my jaw clenches so hard it aches as I hold up the burner. “She texted a fucking stranger to chase her down and fuck her.”
Dom steps into the office carefully, hands in the air like if he moves too fast he’ll spook me. “Isn’t that your burner?”
Fuck, I forgot he doesn’t know about this part… at least not all of it.
Twenty minutes and an intrusive Q & A later, he’s up to speed.
“So, real talk… it sounds like you’re jealous of yourself, dude,” Dom says confidently. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to give her what she wants, but I doubt she’ll like the results. If she thinks she’s going to let me go for some stranger, she has another thing coming.” The reality is… whether she wants me or not, doesn’t really matter. I’ll show her who she belongs to… even if she hates me for it.
TRAINWRECK: Hellllloooooooo? Are you there?
ME: How do you know I won’t hurt you?
TRAINWRECK: I was kind of hoping you would. But you seem to know things about me, so I’m guessing you already know that.
ME: Okay, maybe I do. You sound like a desperate slut. You know that?
TRAINWRECK: I don’t need your judgment. Are you in or out?
ME: Oh, I’m in. Meet me at Gravity, next weekend. 10 P.M. Meet me out back, but make sure you go in through the front door first. That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.
When she doesn’t immediately respond, like she has the entire conversation, I suspect she’s bitched out. If this is too much for her, she won’t know what hit her when she finds out it’s me. About twenty minutes later, her reply finally comes in.
TRAINWRECK: I’ll take it.
ME: Good girl. See you soon. I'll leave a guest pass for you.
TRAINWRECK: Not necessary. I’m a member now. I’ll see you there.
My pulse thrums quickly through my veins. The sheer audacity of this woman pisses me off.
She’ll definitely see me there… kind of. And I’ll give her what she wants, she just may not enjoy it like she thinks she will, because I’m about to make sure this is the last time she tries to get away from me.