Until I’m the only man she ever wants inside her again.
Boyd brings a half-burned joint to his lips, inhaling deeply, silent as we observe this tryst. “Remind me why we’re here?”
“She owes me.”Sort of.Semantics, really.
“And you want to collect now? She looks busy.” He chuckles out a plume of smoke, leaning against the shrub at his side. We’re situated just outside The Bar’s back alley, having been on our way out of a meeting with Finn Hanson, boss of the Stonemore gang and club owner, when I spotted my kitten inside.
With her friends, she’d been laughing, carefree and reckless; I slunk off to the side, observing her the way a wildcat eyes its prey, noting the exact second her undeniable sadness washed over her. A great reminder, one that propelled her out of her seat and into this meathead’s arms.
I hadn’t been planning on following her all the way outside, but as if an invisible tether ties me to her, my legs carried me out here before I had the chance to unsee the coupling.
The firefighter’s hand caresses her thigh, making a slow ascent up and beneath the hem of her short dress. They’re breathing heavy, but even I can tell something’s off. There’s no spark, even as her head tilts back on a satisfied sigh and his wrist pistons into her.
My hand balls into a fist at my side as she pulls his dick out, allowing him to feed himself into her. The contents of my stomach threatens to spew if I don’t distract myself, so as he rolls on a condom and boredom settles into her features, I turn to my best friend.
“Unclench,” he laughs, sucking on his joint again, hazel eyes glittering in the streetlights. “You’re the most tightly wound guy I know, and you don’t have a claim on this girl. Regardless of what she owes you.”
Shaking my head, I don’t concede or deny. “I just wasn’t expecting her to go off and fuck some guy before I’ve even had my turn.”
He stares over my shoulder, eyes darkening as he exhales. Pointing his joint toward the muffled grunts, he shrugs. “I don’t think she’ll even remember this dude after tonight.”
For her sake, I certainly hope not.
We wait a few more minutes, hidden in the darkness, preying on this most depraved act of sin; when a final, guttural groan elicits from the man’s throat, I turn, eyes boring into her as he sets her down. She’s unhappy, sullen, her soul sinking into a pit of her own making.
They have a short conversation, and when he returns inside, the muscles of his back are straight. Rigid. Guess his orgasm wasn’t strong enough.
My sweet, naive little brat slumps against the wall, a strangled cry shaking her body as she stares up at the stars. Searching for something she won’t find in the universe, something that doesn’t exist. A resolution, a purpose; the desire for it all lines the slope of her delicate shoulders, the soft curve of her neck, the tenderness with which she allows herself to break when she thinks she’s alone.
Boyd flicks ashes to the ground, positioning his joint between his teeth. “Need me to leave?”
Pursing my lips, I stroke my chin, debating approaching her at all. On the one hand, she did agree to do anything to get her locket back. I finger the jewelry around my neck, considering her vulnerable state, and that now might be as good a time as any to initiate payments.
He holds up his hands, taking a step back off the curb, into the street. His forest green Harley sits a block away, and he nods at me once before spinning and heading toward it. I don’t know if he'll wait for me or leave me to call a cab, but either way, I’m glad he’s gone.
I don’t want to share this beauty with anyone else. Don’t want them to see how good it feels when she breaks.
I’ve not taken three steps before she stiffens, swiping beneath her eyes and cutting them toward me; as I become visible beneath the streetlight, a soft breath of air whooshes out of her—in relief or surprise, I can’t quite tell.
Either way, it doesn’t faze me.
“How did I know you were the one watching me?” Her voice shakes slightly, and she clears her throat, tilting her chin and straightening her spine.
A grin slices across my face, stretching painfully. “How didIknow there’s a sexual beast inside you, waiting to be awakened?” I stop several feet away, sweeping my gaze over her form; the sparkly, strapless dress she has on is wrinkled in a few spots, evidence of her unholy tryst, and her golden hair is tousled, her makeup smudged at the corners of her ocean eyes. “Exhibitionism, Juliet? Very classy.”
“So is voyeurism,” she spits, disgust lacing her tone.
Fuck, her attitude sends a shock of electricity down my spine, to my balls; they spasm as my cock jerks, imagining the ways I can screw the brat out of her.
“I didn’t deny being a sexual deviant, kitten.” Taking a step closer, my smile widens as she presses into the brick behind her, crossing her arms over her breasts as if shielding herself from me.
As if that’s even possible at this point.
“What are you doing here?”
My tongue clicks against the roof of my mouth, my legs bringing me even closer. So close, I’m assaulted by the myriad of scents clinging to her exposed skin; luscious vanilla, natural musk mixed with latex, and—worst of all—another man’s cologne.
I swallow down the urge to haul her to me, bend her over, and fuck her ‘til she sweats off his residue. To stuff her tight little holes with my dick until I explode inside every single one, filling her to the brim so she’s overflowing with my cum.