She moans in my arms, digging her face into my shirt.
“Is she okay?” Lacey asks from behind me.
“She’s fine,” I lie, not knowing what they gave her or how long this shit will take to wear off. “Get the doors, please. And walk in front of me.” The last thing I need is for something to happen to her while she follows me to my car.
We make our way through the crowd of people and to the back field. “What did you do with the keys to her car?” I ask Lacey.
“Gave them to Scout. He said he would drive her car home.”
“Okay.” That was my next question. We get to the car, and I’m thankful I drove the G-Wagon tonight because my Aston Martin one-77 is a two-seater. I open the back door and place her in the seat, sitting her up. I’m afraid if I lay her down across the seats, she may vomit and drown in it.
“Law.” She sighs, gripping my T-shirt as I put her seat belt on. She yanks me to her, the tip of our noses touching. “Please,” she whispers against my lips. “I need you to play with me.”
I groan, my cock hardening on its own, but I say, “Not now.”
Her heavy eyes drop to my mouth, and then her tongue comes out, running across my bottom lip. I wrap my hand around her throat and shove her head into the headrest, holding it in place. Her eyes turn heated, and she swallows against my hand. She lifts her hips from the seat—as much as she can with the lap belt on—and whimpers. My actions are turning her on even more. It also makes me realize that her skin is hot to the touch.
There are two things I have yet to do with my doll. I haven’t physically had sex with her, and I haven’t kissed her. She has only ever sucked my cock, and of course I’ve fingered and gone down on her. You don’t have to fuck a woman’s pussy to control her. To use her. There are other ways to please a woman, to make her beg for you. To make her crave you. If a guy tells you his cock must enter her cunt, he’s lying and lazy. Or just not creative enough.
“Little doll, I told you no.” She licks her parted lips. “You’re not listening.” Her wet hair sticks to parts of her face, and it reminds me of when I fuck her pretty lips. When I make her my dirty little doll. My hard cock throbs at the visual.
“I never tell you no.” Her fisted hands let go of my shirt and run down my jeans.
“It’s never about what you want, doll. This is about what I want.” I rub my thumb up and down the side of her neck softly, feeling her pulse race but still holding her to the headrest. “I’m in charge here.”
Her hands make it to my zipper, and my hips press into them on their own. I bite my inner cheek to keep from giving her any indication she’s winning. “Then take charge and fuck me,” she challenges me.
I smile at that. She thinks she’s smarter than me. That she can manipulate me into getting what she wants. “I will,” I say, and her eyes light up, “when I want to.” Letting go of her neck, I pull away, stand, and shut the door. “Get in the car,” I growl at Lacey when I see her still standing next to it.
It’s going to be a long night.
“Law.” She whispers my name, bringing me back to the present. Her eyes search mine, and it makes me feel vulnerable. That maybe she can see what I also felt for her last night that I haven’t up to this point.
Regret. It was my fault she was put in that situation. I pushed her in our locker room to prove a point to Nicholas, and she’s lucky it didn’t go how he had planned. But I was telling her the truth earlier in the bathroom. I don’t need to drug my doll to play with her. And I refused to take advantage of that situation. No matter how hard I was, I wasn’t going to benefit from what Nicholas and Steve did to her.
I drop my hand and go over to the chair by my French doors. I pull my Westbrook football hoodie on and then sit down, sliding my Nikes on.
“Where are you going?” she asks, her voice showing signs of concern.
“For a run,” I tell her. I need to clear my head and get some fresh air. The air that doesn’t smell like watermelon lemonade. Getting to my feet, I go back over to my bed and pick up my phone. I put it in my pocket and then start to walk out.