Chapter Seven
Neva’s been in the bathroom for half an hour. My stomach grumbles. I switch the TV off and look outside. The snow has let up, but it’s colder than Jack Frost’s balls out. I step outside to smoke, knowing Neva will complain if I light it up in the room.
She worries about my smoking. Says it’s bad for my health, but the only thing that’s going to kill me is spending the night in this room alone with her.
I don’t know how much more I can take of craving her.
It was different when I was back in Blackwood and she was away at school.
Out of sight, out of mind, or so they say.
Sure, I think about her all the time, but I had shit to distract me.
Tawny and the club. Now I don’t have Tawny, and the club isn’t here.
I take a few more puffs off my cigarette before snuffing it out and going back inside, where I find Neva in nothing but a towel.
She’s trying to kill me.
“Forgot my clothes. I’ll be ready as soon as I’m dressed.”
“Yeah, sure. I just need to brush my teeth and take a quick shower.” What I want to say is, fuck pizza and beer. Fuck getting dressed. She can take off that towel and sit on my face.
“I’ll only be a minute or two.”
I nod and get my toiletry bag.
In the bathroom, the mirror is still fogged over, and the small room is filled with her sugary scent. I’m going mad with desire. I just need to jerk one out in the shower, then I’ll be good.
“Don’t forget to leave the door cracked for Mr. Tinkles,” her honied voice washes over me from the other side of the wall.
My dick is going to explode if this case of blue balls she’s trying to give me isn’t taken care of soon.
I step under the warm water wishing I’d opted for a cold one instead.
I grip my cock in my fist, wishing Neva were in here with me.
Down on her knees like a good girl, submitting to my every wish.
I picture the scene in my head. Her mouth opening wide while I feed her my cock inch by inch.
Her hot lips wrapping around me to suck.
Jerk.
Pump.
Stroke.
Fuck, I’m on the verge of insanity. Her name burns on my tongue. “Neva,” her name rips from my lips as I get off, and there’s no taking it back.
“Did you say something?”
Shit.
“Yeah. Can you plug my phone in? I forgot.” I’m a lame-ass coward.
I finish up and get dressed. Neva looks damn good when I come out of the bathroom. She’s wearing the jeans she had on earlier and a black sweater that rides up on her sides, showing off a sliver of her midriff.
My gaze zeroes in on her navel piercing. That’s new. It hits me square in the chest that Neva has been off living a life that I’ve not been a part of. I hate it. Jealousy eats at me, which is new too. I don’t get jealous easily. The feeling is foreign.
“When’d you get that done?”
“A few months ago. A girlfriend of one of Derrick’s bandmates did it and my sleeve. She’s really good at what she does.”
“Looks good on you.” I’d look even better.
“Thanks. So, are we getting pizza or what?”
Or what is what I want to say. I’d much rather be eating her instead.
For a cold wintry night with the roads closed, this little hole in the wall bar is packed. Must be the other motorists who are staying at the Deadeye.
Neva and I find a table and order a couple of beers while we wait for our pizza. We were going to eat at the diner, but it was already closed for the night.
This place is dark and dingy. Smokey and loud. Kinda reminds me of being at the old clubhouse before Devil moved us into a bigger location.
Neva is enjoying the scene, doing some people watching, but mostly her face is buried in her fucking phone.
It’s pissing me off. It shouldn’t. This isn’t a date, but I can’t help but wonder if she’s talking to that stupid fuck that showed up at her door this morning. Were they serious or was it a fling? I’ve got no room to ask or care. I had been seeing Tawny until last night.
I try to glimpse her phone screen to see what she’s up to, but I can’t do it without being obvious.
She types out a message, smirking and grinning. Her gaze catches mine. “What?”
“Nothing. Just wondering what has you so invested in your phone.
“You promise you won’t get mad?”
“Depends.”
“Forget it.”
“Fine. I’ll bite.”
“I told you I post content online. I may have posted about you and Mr. Tinkles and being stranded. And well, my post is going viral.”
“Show me.”
“I need you to promise me you won’t be mad.”
“What did you do you?”
“I may have told a tiny lie about you to get more views and clicks.”
“How small is this lie?”
“I let them think that we…that you.”
“Spit it out, Bean.”
“I made it seem like we’re more than travel buddies.”
I snatch her phone.
“Hey,” she gripes, but doesn’t stop me from looking.
She posted me more than once. There’s pics of our boots in the snow. My hand is on the steering wheel. Me lying in bed with her cat. She doesn’t show her face or mine. Doesn’t give names. The account username is Mr. Tinkles followed by a gray heart.
The captions imply I’m her boyfriend. A year ago, I’d have been pissed about it. I’d worry that her old man might see and get the wrong idea, but it’s innocent enough.
The comments are nuts.
Your boyfriend is so hot.
I’d let him pet my pussy anytime.
Does he have a brother?
Where did you find him?
How long have you been keeping him a secret?
More of him with Mr. Tinkles.
Will he be in one of your videos?
I bet you will have the cutest babies.
“Jesus.” I hand her phone back and take a long pull from my beer bottle.
“Are you pissed?”
“As long as you keep my name and face off there, I don’t mind it. Does Devil or Storm follow your account?”
She shakes her head.
“Let’s keep it that way.”
I’m on my third beer when our pizza comes out and ready to piss myself. The closer it gets to karaoke, the louder and more crowded this place gets.
“Think you can keep out of trouble while I hit the head?”
“I’m eating. How much trouble can I get into?”
“Nothing would surprise me when it comes to you. Don’t leave this table.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.” She blows me a kiss.
“Don’t do that.”
“Blow you or call you Daddy?” She smirks and I shake my head.
“You’re evil, you know that.”
Neva feigns innocence and bites into a slice.
Pure evil.
In the bathroom, I pull out my phone and download that damn app she was on and create an account.
Username: ColdAsIce
I hit the follow button. Underneath in her bio it reads: Follow me at Only Coeds for private content.
What does she mean by private? I click the link, and there’s a subscription fee to unlock her posts.
I’ve heard of OnlyFans. Is Neva making porn?
My blood boils as I click through the settings to create another fucking account.
I pay the fee and scroll. There’s some pictures of her cleavage.
Nothing too bad, but fuck me. Don’t know which emotion I’m leaning more toward.
Rage or being turned on. Is this how she makes money?
Does Devil have any clue what his daughter is doing online?
Probably not. She had to know I’d find this. Did she want me to see?
I return to the table and find a middle-aged couple sitting with her. What the fuck?
I fold my arms across my chest. “Who are your friends?”
The dude looks annoyed by my interruption. He’ll be even more pissed when I shove my size thirteen boot up his ass.
“This is Tom and Jenny Lynn. There weren’t any tables or stools left. I told them you wouldn’t mind.” She flashes me her sickly sweet smile.
I don’t like the way this Tom fucker is staring at her. He’s practically leering.
“We’re stuck at the motel too. We saw you guys earlier in one of the shops,” the woman offers, trying to chat me up. I’m not interested.
I pull my chair closer to Neva’s, and when I sit down, I make sure to put my arm around her. I glare at this stupid fuck while I grab a slice with my free hand.
Neva gives me a questioning look, raising a brow.
I chew slowly.
“How about a round of drinks on us?” Tom says.
“That would be great. Thanks, Tom,” Neva tells him. I remove my arm from the back of her chair and place my hand on her upper thigh. Neva glances down at my hand there and smiles to herself.
She probably thinks I’m being jealous, but I’m being protective. She’s too na?ve to see that these dumbasses are trying to pick her up. Not happening on my watch.
“Are you guys here for karaoke?” Neva asks them.
“More for the drinks and company,” Tom answers.
“How long have the two of you been together?” Jenny Lynn looks between Neva and me.
“Oh, we’re-“
“Few years,” I cut Neva off, and she twists to look me dead in the face. “Can’t keep my hands off her.” I kiss her temple and take another bite of my food.
“I’ll get those drinks,” Tom says.
“I’ll come with you.” I drop my pizza and shove my chair back. I don’t trust him not to slip something in them.
He shoots me a dirty look.
The bar is crowded, and we have to shove our way through to get served.
“I can pay for my beer,” I growl.
“It’s cool. Just trying to have a good time, man. You need to relax.”
“You need to take your woman and get a fuckin’ clue. I don’t share. You picked the wrong mark for whatever it is you had planned for the night.”
I drop a twenty on the bar and take mine and Neva’s beers.