Page 52 of B.D.E
“Yeah, just watching y’all act like a walking rom com,” I teased, tossing a dish towel onto the back counter. “Y’all out of here?”
Marcus stood first, sliding his coat on as he eyed Ghost’s usual spot in the back, which sat empty. “Tell Ghost I said good looking out on that Florida plug. He really got connects everywhere.”
I nodded. “He hears everything even when he’s not here.”
Tori smirked and kissed my cheek. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“That covers literally nothing,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
They left with smiles and smirks, letting me know that they were about to go be up to no good. My fingers traced the edge of a clean mug, the warmth of it grounding me. Then I felt it… that presence. That weight behind me. The static that filled the room whenever he walked in.
“Lock the door, Specs,” Ghost murmured, voice deep and low, making my nipples harden on command.
I turned slowly, eyes meeting his. He wore a black hoodie with his chain peeking out. That darkness in his stare that only softened for me but right now. I twisted the key in the lock, turned the sign, and before I could say a word, he was in front of me. I’d been craving his touch all morning, with him leaving out early to go handle a few things, he wasn’t able to toss me around like. I wanted to get my morning started so here I was, horny and ready for my man.
“You been walking around this café looking like you need your back blown out,” he rasped, cupping my chin. “That true?”
I swallowed. “Mmhmm.”
“Say it.”
“Yes. I need you.”
He kissed me, deep like he’d been starving for me like I had been for him.
Ghost
I left out early to handle a few loose screws, nothing to deadly, just a message: I was out the game, but not to be fucked with. I’d been back for a good thirty minutes to watch her waltz around from a distance and I could see the need for me in her eyes.
I yanked her panties down without taking her skirt off, flipped her around the prep counter, and bent her over. She gasped, holding onto the edge while I pulled her hips back and gripped her ass with both hands.
“You know I been thinking’ about this pussy all fucking day?” I growled.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck, yes.”
I pushed in slow, deep, making her moan and arch. Her pussy gripped my dick so tight like it remembered every stroke I ever gave it.
“You missed me, baby?” I whispered into her neck.
“Every part of you.”
I kept sliding in and out, deep and steady, making sure she felt every inch. Her knees buckled and I caught her, fucking her while holding her up.
“This how I love you, Specs. Quiet and nasty while I fuck you like I own every piece of you.”
She whimpered, grinding back. “You do.”
I turned her around mid-stroke, lifted her onto the counter and pulled one leg up.
“Say it again.”
“You own me,” she panted.
I kissed her while fucking up into her, her cries swallowed in my mouth. Our sweat mixed. Her nails scraped my back. She came shaking, and I followed right after, buried deep, holding her there like I’d never let her go again.
She cupped my face, breathless. “I need to tell you something.”
My heart stopped. Her eyes flicked down to my chest, then to my hand still gripping her thigh.
