Page 31 of Providence

Goliath

Ihammered the punching bag until my knuckles bled. I wanted to be a million miles away from this house, away from her, but it was like my body was betraying me, turning my bike in her direction like a fucking old horse turning for home. I’d hidden out here in the garage turned home gym, punching the shit out of anything within arms reach until I had my body back under control. This house was not my home. My home was buried in a grave down south.

A month ago I would have believed that. Hell, Ihadbelieved it with every fiber of my being, had wallowed in the fucking truth of it.

Now, I wasn’t so sure. I hit the bag harder, my eyes sliding to the door when Judas slipped out from the house.

Fucker. I didn’t need his bullshit tonight.

“You going to pound that bag until it splits?” he asked softly. Sounded like a fucking good idea to me. He walked closer, but I continued to ignore him, landing punishing hooks to the bag. My body was only satisfied when I was hurting, either myself or someone else.

“G…” Judas said softly, and I flinched away when he put a hand on my shoulder. I forget when he touched me. Forget all about my guilt and hatred. Forget my bitter fucking past. Instead I remember how it felt when he touched me with love instead of punishment. Remember what it was like to grab him by the face and kiss him for the first time when we were seventeen and fucking drunk off our asses.

I don’t want to remember, but he won’t let me forget anymore. She won’t let me forget what love looks like so I can be safe inside my fucking misery.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me sideways, throwing me off balance, and I swung a fist at him. He dodged it well, our speed now supernatural, before throwing a punishing blow at my gut. I hiss out the air from my lungs, but it riles me. I need this pain, need to feel it, inflict it, wallow in it like the fucking filth that I am.

I swing at his pretty jaw, and his head whips back. He doesn’t go down though, not my fucking Judas. He pops back up and launches himself at me, taking me to the ground so he can pummel me in the face. I grin as his fist splits the skin of my cheek, as his knuckles crunch against my nose.

A throat clears and we both look toward the door. Serendipity stands there, looking too fucking tempting, like she’s just been dragged up from Hell to screw with my life. My dick gets hard of its own volition, but Judas feels it. He grinds against me, making me harder, and I bare my teeth in a snarl.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I can never tell if you’re fucking or fighting. If you were fighting I’d get Cain before you killed each other, but right now, I’m not sure which side of the line you guys are falling on?”

Judas has the fucking audacity to grin at her, grinding his hips into mine again as I struggle to get out of his grasp.

Okay, maybe I don’t struggle too fucking hard, and the asshole is strong. “This? This is just foreplay, Dippy. Maybe you should join us?” Judas says smoothly, and I go still. Judas looked down at me, waiting for me to protest.

Gah. I bared my blood-soaked teeth at her like a wild fucking animal, but I didn’t say no. I wasn’t a pussy, like Judas said. Maybe I could screw her, get her out of my system, then we could all live fucking happily ever after like my Brothers wanted. But that didn’t mean I had to hand her my dead cold heart and watch her crush it either.

This was it. Once and I was done, just to prove to Judas that woman and I didn’t work.

Judas must have read the acceptance in my face, because his dick became hard as steel where it was pressed against me. He leaned forward and kissed me with tenderness I didn’t want, and my fingers pressed hard into his forearms.

I glared at Serendipity challengingly, half of me hoping that she would be the fucking coward and walk away. The other half of me fucking ached for her and I hated it.

I pushed Judas away, rolling on top of him and kissing him with all the anger in my soul. Let her see how it was between us, that there was no room for tender fucking moments between the three of us. If she wanted this, she was going to get the type of tenderness I knew how to give, the kind that came at the end of a fucking baseball bat to the skull.

She reached behind her and flicked the lock on the garage door. Her eyes were bright as she drifted across the room toward us like she was floating. I clenched my jaw as my heart pounded. I had a vicious grip on Judas’ jaw, refusing to let him turn toward Serendipity. I was still punishing him for this, though I was no longer sure whatthiswas. Inviting her to have sex with us? Inviting her into our lives at all? For fucking with the dynamic we had?

She stops in front of me, holding my black gaze as she peels her shirt over her head and sliding her skirt down until it pools on the floor at her feet. There is no hesitance in her gaze as she stares at me, only heat.

Passion so searing it was going to flay my skin from my bones raced through my body. She reached out, scratching her fingers through my hair, making my body shudder with the sensation. Then she gripped the short hair on the top of my head brutally, tipping my head back and kissing me like she was trying to brand me. I let her make all the moves, let her explore my mouth like I was a fucking statue.

Then she bit my lip. Hard. I growled, wrapping my hands around her waist and pulling her to the ground, my body rolling off Judas and onto her, pinning her hands to the ground and kissing her back. She was so fucking soft. The feel of her body beneath me after I’d just been stretched along Judas was a goddamn revelation. She moaned as I punished her with my mouth, nipping her lips, thrusting my tongue in to tangle with hers. My hands pinned her wrists roughly, and they would probably bruise. I didn’t care.

She moaned softly beneath me and I slammed my jean-clad cock against her core, grinding her into the foam gym matting. Judas came up to kneel beside us, his hand running down my back like he was calming a spooked horse. “Easy, G. She can’t take what we can. You hurt her, she doesn’t heal like we do.”

She’d fucking heal, she was just as immortal as we were, but still I loosened my grip, easing myself off her a little. I didn’t want to fucking take what wasn’t offered.

Instead of escaping like a sane fucking woman, she locked her legs around my hips and rolled that hot, wet pussy against me.

“He’s fine,” she panted to Judas, giving him a soft look before looking back at me, her violet eyes flashing a challenge. “You’re fine. I can take it.”

We’d fucking see about that. I reached out, running my fingers roughly down her sternum, hooking my fingers in her bra and tearing it off. Her pretty pink nipples were hard and aching as they hit the cool night air, and I leaned forward, capturing one with my mouth. I bit it, hard, and she screeched. Then I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around it, and she began to purr. I wanted her to purr. I wanted her to know that she wasn’t in control either.

Judas sat there, making no move to insert himself between us. As I scraped my teeth further down her body, he leaned over and kissed her softly, her soft moan filled with emotion. So I bit her hip, and she curled her body closer to me. For every soft embrace he gave her, I’d give her pain. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, mesmerized by the redness my fingers were leaving behind. I rested back on my heels, looking down at all her pretty golden skin, wondering how it would look with my teeth marks dotting her body like stickers.

I could almost taste the sweet scent of her arousal on my tongue, and I growled, diving head first between her thighs like a starving man. I tore her panties off, throwing it in the same direction as her bra. I didn’t tease or gently ease her into it. I ate her out like she was my last meal on death row. I swirled my tongue in her dripping wet hole, my nose nudging her clit, making her buck and writhe underneath me. Fuck. I’d forgotten what a woman tasted like. It was like a fucking drug, and I wanted to overdose and bury myself between her thighs for eternity.

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