Page 10 of The #2 Guy

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Johnny

My knuckles are white on the wheel. I heard the affection in her voice when she asked about Roger. Saw the softness in her eyes. Jealousy pierced through my gut hot and fast. If she caught feelings for the Silver Fox during her captivity, I was gonna stomp the shit outta that burning flame. Rog is gonna go ape at how much I trashed the place and then there’s the matter of cleaning up all that fake blood Roque spilled. A grin splits across my face despite the jealousy running like a herd of wild buffalo through my veins.

I turn the wheel harder than necessary into the drive of the B&B I had vacated for my reunion with my “lost love.” My balls tighten as I imagine her naked in the Roman Spa bathhouse that Roque had built last year. There’s every type of scented oil, floating candles in the shape of lotuses and I made sure every type of kinky sex toy would be on hand for what I have planned for mylittle federal agent.

“Where are we anyway? It’s beautiful,” she murmurs as I open the back door and haul her out. She closes her eyes, breathing in deeply as the smell of fallen leaves and curling woodsmoke are on the tongue of the wind. I don’t think. I don’t hesitate as I press her up against the car and lower my mouth. I capture her lips, invading on her gasp of surprise. But she won’t surrender. She tastes of all my heartbreak. It wraps around my chest, squeezing tight. I release her, spinning around. I don’t want her to witness the look on my face. Because I just realized I’m her prisoner. I’m the free man walking around in chains. I motion for her to follow me inside. I stride lazily as if I didn’t give a fuck. I half expected her to bolt. At least try to escape. She didn’t move for a few beats, but finally I hear her tiny footsteps crunch on the leaves covering the drive. I stop short at the stairs. I must have caught her off guard. From the corner of my eye, a round object comes at me. I dodge but not fast enough. The boulder she managed to pick up from the garden gives a good whack to my thick skull, but it wasn’t a direct hit.

“Fuck, Christine. Really? If you knock me out how you gonna ride my train later?”

“Do you even know what a train is, Johnny?” She rolls her eyes.

I lick my lips. “Babe. You’re wounding me.” I splay my hands over my heart. Hiding the real pain, she causes behind humor. That’s right. I’m Johnny the wise guy not Johnny the heartbroken guy. “Who says I wouldn’t invite more people into our bedroom?”

“Our bedroom?” She raises a brow. “As if you could handle anyone else after me?”

Her taunt has me hot under the collar. But damn if I don’t want to take her down a peg or two. “I’ve handled plenty after you. After all, I did think you were dead.” Her face pales at my direct hit.Good.Let her think my cock didn’t ache for her ghost every damn day and night for years.

She pushes by me, purposefully knocking into my side. My eyes move down to her ass, skinnier than before but still curvy. My hands start to itch, thinking of all the ways I’m gonna worship it. “Don’t even think about running, girl. You and I—we have a lot of reconciliation to do. Starting with you apologizing to my cock for almost getting us both whacked and buried in chains on the bottom of the Hudson. If my family had their way, that’s where we’d both be right now.

“I’m not coming near your cock, Johnny. It was all for the sting. Nothing more.”

“Baby, when I’m done with you… every piece of you is gonna sting. Even your soul.” I made my vow in a low voice, but she saw it in my eyes, the very need that came from my pain to do it. My words ring true and she knows it. For the very first time, I saw her fear. I had her. She’s still mine despite her best attempts to pretend otherwise.

She twists open the backdoor to the inn, stepping through. My cell dings with a text from Roque:

Savage Douche:Rog is pissed AF. You really sold it to your girl. Don’t let her break you again or I will do what the code requires.

Me:Tell him to calm his man tits. His insurance will cover it. Say it was a bear looking for food.

Savage Douche:Change my caller ID for me in your phone.

Me:What’s yours for me?Savage Douche: #2?

Me:Worry about your own women. I hear the boys at Chloe’s school are sniffing around.

Savage Douche:They’re all dead. It’ll be an all-girls school…

“Who’s that?Your clean-up crew? Are you the #1 now that you offed Roque?”

I roll my shoulder blades then pop my neck. “I like the sound of that. The #1 guy.” I grab her by the hips, pulling her close to me. Her hands tighten on my forearms. Her body language is all wrong, all tense as her upper back tries to arch away from my body. But I’ve thirsted for her too long. Dreamed of holding this body that I thought was long gone from this Earth. My hands move down to her hips. On a grunt I pull them flush against mine. My head lowers.

“Baby, I’ve died for you. I don’t care if you fake this kiss. Just give me one. One like we used to share before we go to war. Please?” My words soften her, I see it in her eyes. But then I close mine as my lips descend to take what I missed the most. Our moans are in harmony as our tongues touch. In seconds I have her pushed against the wall. My cock is heavy, jutting up and proud. I nudge it between her legs. “Fuck, yeah,” I moan into our kiss as she rides the head of my cock through our clothes.Why the fuck did I stay away for so long? One look at her and I knew I could never kill the love of my life. But that doesn’t mean in this moment I’m not pissed as all fuck.

It’s instinct. Simple lust but I feel her tits harden just from the pressure of my chest on hers. She isn’t faking shit. She might hate me because of my sins… what I do as a job but who I am as a man—my heart is different with her. Hell, everything is always different with her. And I hate her for it. Hate her for making me vulnerable. Hate her for betraying my heart when she’s the only one I ever gave it to. My hands move to the back of her head, fingers twist and twine in her thick hair. It takes everything I have to keep the tears choking my throat at bay. That’s right. I’m a big, strong ox of a man with a low average IQ but I am not afraid to cry when I feel shit. And this woman—makes me feel everything. My heart beats hard, hers is as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. I rip my mouth away already feeling the pain of her running through me again. It burns but I can’t stop myself from wanting all her fire. Anger bubbles hot to the surface. We could’ve had it all. Instead she chose betrayal. My two fists break through the drywall on either side of her head showering her with specks of broken pieces. Broken Pieces. Seems like we both are made of nothing but that.

Her hands push against my chest as the fog from my kiss just cleared from her head. Her cheeks heat. Reluctantly, I let her slip from my arms. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

Her brow arcs, “Why, so you can lock me in?”

“At least you’ll have a spa bathroom and a real bed. If your nice, I’ll even let you watch Netflix.” She flips me the bird, making me grin. “I’ll fix some food. Go.” I point to the stairs, “Last room on the right. Don’t pull any shit, Christine. I won’t hesitate to smack that ass of yours and you know it. Or maybe you’d like that?” My voice lowers as do my eyes. She responds by turning on her heel and sprinting up the stairs. Ten seconds later her door slams. Whistling through my teeth I count to thirty, will my dick to go down and follow. I crack the door open seeing a glimpse of skin before she enters the bathroom. I shut the door fast before I act like an animal and take what she’s not ready to give. I want it all. Hearts and flowers be damned. This girl is getting all the fucked up jagged pieces of me. But I’ll love her with the fierce tenderness only a warrior can give. I just hope she’s smart enough not to turn her back on our second chance. Roque will end her if she doesn’t come around and if he does… I’ll go with her. I finally get it. How and why Romeo followed his Juliet. I’ve been half alive thinking mine was gone. If She dies, I’ll follow. How fucked up is that when I’m not even sure if she even likes me?

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