I dropped my forehead onto her shoulder, unable to look at her pretty face. Feeling like a bastard for what I was about to do. Libby was the best. I cared about her. Calling her another woman’s name never fazed her. To her, it was the same as role-playing. She was more than on board with it or I wouldn’t dream of ever saying such a thing.
Right now, I didn’t want Libby. I wanted my Snow.
I kissed along the bend of her neck as the first tingles appeared in my dick. Lowering my hand to her pussy, I fingered her slowly, working her up to receive me. All the while, it was Aspen’s face I saw, skin I smelled. Mouth I longed for…
“Fuck, baby, I missed you,” I muttered into her hair. My Adam’s apple bobbed in my throat, getting emotional. “So fucking much.”
Her hand squeezed my hardening cock as her moans picked up. It was all I needed to push her onto her stomach and take her from behind.
Keeping my eyes closed, I reached into the top drawer of my nightstand to fish out a condom. I sheathed my erection, all the while thinking of Snow.
Positioning myself, I gripped her hips, lifting her into the perfect position. Forcefully, I drove into her warm, wet pussy. “Fuck yeah, Snow. Fuck yeah, baby. So warm and wet.” I fucked her as hard as I’d dreamed of doing for years. Unleashing my anger on her. “Goddamn, I missed you.” My chest burned with emotions I kept buried. I hated how broken she’d left me.
Despised her for destroying my hopes and dreams.
Fury burst inside me.
I pounded into her relentlessly. The sound of our skin slapping, bed squeaking. It all pushed me further.
Her yelps singed my eardrums. The wanton sounds of pleasure urged me on. It’d been so long since we’d been together. A fucking lifetime. She sounded like she needed me as much as I needed her.
It was everything being with my girl again. Every-fucking-thing. Even if I hated her. Wanted to hurt her back. Being inside her pussy was…
“Boxer, oh, yes!” She clamped around me and came. “Yes, Box!”
I spurted my release on command, opening my eyes when I registered Libby’s voice. She’d jerked me out of my fantasy like a bucket of ice water down my pants when calling out my road name.
She collapsed on the bed, panting as I released her hips.
Pissed as hell, I pulled out of her and stomped to the bathroom to clean up. I wasn’t angry with Libby. Nope. My rage was directed at me. And fucking Snow.
I splashed water on my face, glowering at myself in the mirror. What a fucking asshole. I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Libby wouldn’t mind the brutal fucking I gave her. It was me who had issues.
Me who warred with the guilt flooding my veins as if I’d done something wrong screwing Libby. What in the hell did I do with Snow in the building?
I stalked to my dresser, removed a pair of boxers and two T-shirts. I tossed one to Libby and put the other on. Usually, we slept naked together, but I wasn’t feeling it.
“I’m sorry, Boxer. My mouth ran away with me.” The regret in her voice made me feel even more like shit. “I’ll leave.” She climbed out of bed and quickly put on her G-string and sparkly bra, leaving the shirt I gave her on the bed.
I didn’t say anything. It was best Libby left before I took my frustrations out on her or said something I’d regret.
At the click of the bedroom door latching closed, I grabbed my head between my hands, stifling a mammoth roar.
What the fuck was I going to do with my ex in my club?
5
Aspen
Finally, alone with my thoughts, I got dressed after the first shower I’d had since leaving Casso’s gold tower. I’d been too afraid to stop anywhere for the night, terrified he’d somehow find me and drag me back to my lavish cell. When I stopped for gas, I peed and brushed my teeth. Tony had only given me a thousand dollars to get to San Antonio. He wouldn’t give me more, so I couldn’t afford to renege on meeting him. I was sure he was furious with me…ifCasso hadn’t killed him for letting me escape.
Before guilt consumed me, I shook thoughts of Tony’s inevitable death out of my head. I didn’t feel sorry for him. He’d known Casso held me against my will, watched on the security cameras as he repeatedly took from me in the bedroom. Tony could’ve saved me but didn’t. The pervert could rot in hell for all I cared.
I rubbed my stomach, tears pricking my eyes. The stress I’d been under the last few days likely caused my miscarriage, according to Patch. But I didn’t think so. I’d been under extreme duress well before the day I got the positive pregnancy test. Adding the baby into the mix had me terrified of what our future would look like in the gilded cage Casso Cambell held us in. All my energy and thoughts were on getting out, surviving, and being free.
Did I really believe freedom was possible?
Did I really believe Casso would let me live after leaving him?