She arches, hitting the back of her head on the unforgiving wall as I pound into her. In and out, in and out, I slide as she claws at me for more.
Leaning down, I bite her neck, making her cry out as she goes still, tightening against me.
“Cooobra.” She trembles as her orgasm starts.
Her body shakes around me while I keep going. In and out, I slide as she rides through the aftershocks, her inner pussy muscles contracting around me.
After a few more thrusts, I go off inside her. I don’t even give a fuck about the risks.
“Hear me now, Hi, and let’s be clear. It’s my come inside you. It’s me who’s marked you. You’re not walking into that club.” I run my nose along her jaw and down her neck, inhaling and exhaling deeply. I feel the goosebumps erupt on her skin, and it turns me on again. “I don’t give a shit what Waters is up to. While my jizz drips out of your hot cunt, you’re going to be with me. After I get you cleaned up, it’s me you’ll still be with. While we figure out whatever fucking game you’re playing with me and with yourself, it’s me you’re going to be with.”
Lost in her post-orgasm emotions, she nods her head as I slowly set her legs down. She’s unsteady, so I guide her back to my car. She doesn’t fight me, doesn’t argue. She moves with me like she wants this as much as I do, and I thank fuck for that.
I will get Brock to pick her ride up later. For now, we have shit to sort out, and it needs to be sorted immediately. I’m not a methodical man. I take life as it comes at me. But this Hi/Lo insanity needs resolution. If she can’t fight for it, I will.
Chapter Thirteen
The wild abandon with which he took me outside the club rocks me to the depths of my soul. I knew when Waters switched to the cab, I shouldn’t follow. I know what the club is about. Yet, I came anyway. It’s a sickness the way finding their killer has consumed me. The lengths I have gone to in order to survive this mess both mentally and physically are beyond any definition of insane. The only way to do this is to become someone else. Heidi deserves retribution and becoming her gives her that.
Somehow, Jason sees through it all. He sees me. Somehow, this man who calls himself Cobra can read me like a book. Somehow, I have allowed myself to get into his truck and ride with him—home. Only he doesn’t take us to my home like I expect. Silently, I allow him to take me and the craziest parts of me say I would follow him anywhere. I don’t even know why.
As soon as we walk into his room, he turns and pulls the wig off me then drags me into the bathroom.
“Sit,” he says. He is so angry, so very angry, so I do as he asks.
He turns his back to me and grabs a washcloth then turns on the water. “Why the fuck do you do that?” he grumbles. “Why fucking go there?” He wrings out the washcloth and squats down to wash my face. “You hide your face, hide behind a wig, behind too much fucking makeup, and go there looking to get fucked! Wasn’t the doctor’s son enough for you? Don’t answer that. I know it wasn’t. You need to be fucked like a whore by a real man.”
He is angrier than I have ever seen anyone.
“Don’t even try to deny it. I saw it with my own eyes,” he continues. “The way he looked at you, and you looked at him. He’s fucked that tight little cunt of yours. He fucking thinks he owns it. You and I both know better. He doesn’t satisfy your craving. He can’t fuck you hard enough, can he?”
“It’s not what you think,” I whisper as tears start to fall.
“Oh, no? You gonna lie to me now?”
I shake my head, and he stands up, crossing his arms in front of himself and looking down at me.
“Then fucking tell me how it is!”
“He loved her!” I yell at him. “He loved her and missed her, and so did I. I would never—” I stop, because it’s not true. I did. I did! “Yes! Yes, I slept with him, but it wasn’t me. It wasn’t truly me!”
“Oh, fuck!” he roars, throwing his hands in the air, acting as if the entire world has just exploded. “Just how fucked up are you? Tell me, are you bipolar, schizophrenic, or just so fucked up you don’t even know the truth!”
“He was fucking her! He was fucking me, all the while pretending it was her.” I stand and point at him. “I don’t expect you to understand it. It’s wrong. It was so very wrong, but it happened, okay? It happened, and there isn’t anything I can do to change it!”