Page 22 of The #2 Guy

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Johnny

She’s sexy as fuck. Killed for me. I can’t believe she broke her wrist to chase me down. A growl erupts from my chest as she hisses in pain. We drive further into the woods, away from all eyes. It’s just gonna be her and me and as soon as she cuts me free. Then it’s fair game how I decide to punish the little minx.

“Whoa,” she breathes, taking in the A-frame cabin nestled under the pines. A creek winds through the woods behind the house.

She opens my door and I let her think she has the upper hand. Let her think she’s in control even though I’m the one bound and roped. Despite a few broken ribs and probably a mild concussion, I could easily overpower her.

If things weren’t so fucked up between us, maybe this would actually be kind of hot. Who knew I’d think so? Usually I’m the one collaring girls and leading them around on strings.

The front door is unlocked. The inside is cozy as fuck. Romantic even, in a rustic lodge kind of way. She shivers as I kick the door shut behind us with my boot. “Cut me free. It’s cold as fuck. I’ll build a fire.”

She ignores me, tugging me forward to the couch. “Sit.”

“I’m not a dog.” Her good hand shoves against my chest. I plop on the couch, curious to see what kind of game she’s running now.

“I’ll go look for a medical kit.” She comes back a few minutes later cradling a kit with supplies. She opens it up, generously applying antiseptic to some cotton. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Nothing could hurt more than you.” My words hang in the silence between us. Her eyes cloud over but she doesn’t hesitate to press the gauze to my temple. I don’t move. Not even flinch as I hold her captive with my eyes. I might be tied up but she’s still the one caught and we both know it. My eyes smolder with all the love laced with hate. All the bitterness of her betrayal burns just as much as her touch.

Her hands shake but she doesn’t stop inspecting all my wounds. “I’ll need to wrap your ribs. You also have a concussion.”

I don’t respond. She whimpers, biting her lip in pain as her broken wrist bumps against my chest. I suck in a breath. “You need to have that looked at.”

“Suddenly, you care?” Her eyebrow lifts.

“I never stopped. You did.”

She throws the supplies back into the case. “I’m sick of going round and round with you.”

“Trust me. If I could’ve gotten off the ride two years ago, I would have.”

Her eyes shoot fire back. “We’re stuck together for now let’s make the best of it.”

“Only because you’re a lying, scheming little bitch,” I mutter as she steps back.

She throws the kit down, coming at me hard with an open palm across my cheek. The smack stings but I crave the pain. “Truth hurts?”

“Fuck you.” She spits.

“I would if you’d untie my hands.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying!”

“So, shoot me then and put me out of my misery.”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“Liar.” The word rolls off my tongue as smooth as a fine whiskey. “I bet your drenched. Soaked for me as we speak. All that adrenalin made you horny as all fuck and you want nothing more than my cock pounding into that sweet little pussy of yours.”

The second smack across my right cheek has me seeing stars, but it was worth it as my eyes soak in the blush on her heated cheeks and her eyes bright with desire.

“I’m done being the helpless captive. I’m taking what I want.” Her good hand spreads my legs for her to stand between. Then she kneels between them, rolling down my lounger pants. My cock springs out proud and thick, right into her greedy hands. She strokes me, once. Twice. Then her eyes never break with mine as her tongue swirls around my engorged tip. Her tongue rolls around before finding the sensitive spot under my tip. I exhale hard, let my head fall back against the couch, nostrils flaring as she deep throats me. She’s still a heartbreaking liar but she gives good head. Angry at how easily she manipulates my body, I struggle, muscles popping trying to free myself. She chuckles low in her throat. The vibrations moving through my cock, making my spine tingle as my balls ache, dying to unload down her throat, instead she releases me with a pop.

“I didn’t betray you this time. It was unfair to let my brother grieve.”

“I grieved. Every damn day for you. Longer then he ever did!” I roar. “I know what I saw. What you did. As soon as I fell asleep you crept out.”

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