Page 14 of The #2 Guy

“Uh-huh.”

Damn she’s beautiful. Her hair is tousled. Her cheeks still pink from sleep. Her eyes are not hard but soft in the early morning light. I’m frozen, staring at her still not quite believing she’s real. That she’s here. That we have another chance at this.

“The eggs are burning.” She smirks, moving to take the spatula from me.

“Don’t. Get away. Get away from me right now or I swear on everything I am I will take you right here, right now.” My nostrils flare, seeing her peaked nipples through her tank. I close my eyes. My body shakes with need, my cock tents in my sleep pants.

“Fuck!” I drop the spatula, turn off the stove, stalking past her.

“I’m lost here, too!” She cries out from behind me. I look over my shoulder. And damn, was that a mistake. Her eyes are wet with unshed tears.

My fists clench..“Can you just forgive me, and I’ll forgive you?”

The cords in my neck are strained. She swallows hard, looking away. “He was kind to me. You killed two men in cold blood yesterday. Sure, maybe Salvatore deserved it but the other was good to me. He used to bring me a homecooked breakfast almost daily. We’d read the paper together and play Sudoku. I-I’m sorry but I’m grieving for him. He was kind.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Christine?!”

“It was a hoax! Roger is married! He kept you locked down in that cellar for Salvatore for free. Never asked any questions. And you’re pining for that old man? The fuck? I’m right here, baby,” I point my index finger into my own chest. “I’m the man who would go to hell to retrieve you and bring you back. I’m the man who would kill for you. Who cherished you… but you know what? I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of being second. From now on, I’m the number one guy? You got that? Not number two.You put my needs, my wants first and right now I want you to get that ass over here and take care of my cock!”

I didn’t mean to scream at her but I’m barely holding my shit together. I never thought she’d catch feelings for Rog. I’m gonna go over to Sassy’s and break his damn face later. Or maybe I’ll just fill his wife in on what he hid under her nose for a year. I’m sure Devon will bust his balls better than I could.

“Whatever. I need a good fuck. It’s been a few years.”

My chin lifts. There she is. My girl. My woman full of fire who was never afraid of me but met me head on every damn time.

“Come to me,” I gesture, beckoning with one hand.

“No. You come to me,” she challenges, hoisting herself up on the counter and spreading her legs.

My nostrils flare and my dick jumps at the sight of all that creamy skin opening for me.

But I won’t budge. She needs to understand just who is in control here.

“Come to me, baby.” She teases, running a hand down her thigh while her other cups her own breast.

“Fuck,” I breathe, palming my dick. Unashamed, I take myself out, stroking the long length of my cock as I watch her tease me.

“Make me forget. Johnny. Make me forget everything,” She bites her lip, moaning as she touches herself for me.

The skin over my cheekbones are drawn tight, it takes everything I have not to move. The tip of my dick glistens for her as I continue to stroke my shaft. “Only if you swear to stop the lies. Stop your thoughts of revenge. Surrender yourself to me, baby. Give us one more try.”

She shakes her head. “I need to come. Please Johnny. I can’t think. I just need you to give me what only you could.”

“It’s not enough baby. I need more than a good fuck. I need your soul.”

She shakes her head stubbornly. It only makes me want her more. I grin, stroking myself from root to tip. “I’m gonna make myself come. You’re welcome to watch.” From across the kitchen we stare at one another as we each touch ourselves. We talk dirty. I groan her name; she screams mine. “Pinch your nipple. Use three fingers, that’s it baby. I’m so close,” I groan, beating myself faster. I shout her name loudly as spurts of come tear free from my dick.

“Johnny!” She screams, fingering herself faster.

“That’s right baby, say my name!” I know I’m cheesy as fuck but when it comes to sex no man compares to how I bring it.

My ecstasy covers the floor. I tuck myself back in feeling like a king. “Clean it up. Bring my breakfast on the patio. It’s time you start serving me. I want my coffee hot not lukewarm. But hot.”

She flips me the bird but I’m not budging. I need to control her fire before I get burned by it a second time.

Whistling through my teeth, I wash up and change my pants before strolling to the enclosed patio sunroom. “Babe?! Your wolf is hungry!”

The sound of a revving car has me spinning on my heel. She took the fob key I had left on the counter and made a break for it. “Son of a bitch!”

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