Page 5 of Fiend
“Nice try, baby doll.” I yank myself away from her before pulling her lips back to mine. Instead of what she wants, I shift us so my ass is on the bed and Essa is on top of me. Her left arm is still handcuffed so she has to stay pressed against me—well, as close as she can with her stomach between us.
She circles her hips on top of me, grinding her pussy over my cock. Unable to stand it any longer, I lift her with one hand and grip my cock in the other. Once my head is brushing her slick entrance, she sinks down on me until her ass is flush with my pelvis.
My heavy-lidded gaze flies to her face. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are closed as she works herself on my length, grinding and bouncing, taking her pleasure without a second thought.
She’s fucking beautiful.
My eyes eat up every inch of her as she loses herself to her pleasure. I have every scar and its placement on her skin memorized, but that doesn’t stop me from absorbing each and every one like it’s the first time. And the tattoos on top of her scars fucking does it for me.
“Come on my cock, baby doll.” My hand circles her throat, squeezing tightly, and my other grips her waist, helping her rock on top of me just right so her clit brushes my pelvis with every up-shift of her hips. My balls seize up when she contracts around me, letting go with another beautiful fucking scream. As she pulses on my cock, my release flows through me, and I shoot inside of her.
Panting, Essa leans against me the best she can, and I use my grip on her hip to keep rocking her back and forth to work through our post-orgasm, prolonging the feeling. I can hear “Fix Me” by 10 Years playing through the speakers as the blood rushing through my ears subsides.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she mutters against my skin, her breath hot against my damp flesh.
I snort. “Never said I wasn’t.”
“You can’t keep telling me what to do, Vin. I’m fucking sick of it. I’ve been told what to do my entire life. Idon’tneed it from you, too.” She pulls away to look me in the eyes. Her pale greens are pleading, and I swallow down the lump in my throat.
That was a low fucking blow, and she knows it.
“Then do the right fucking thing, and I wouldn’t have to tell you what to do, baby doll.”
She ignores my jab and yanks her arm a few times as she wriggles on top of me, causing my softening cock to twitch inside of her warmth. “Undo this.”
I lift her off of me and reach across the bed for the key in the nightstand drawer. After pulling it out, I undo the cuff from her wrist then toss it back into the drawer. I lean back against the bedframe and close my eyes with a sigh.
Leo and I leave in less than twelve hours, and she has no idea. When she wakes in the morning, I’ll be gone, and she won’t know. Even Jax doesn’t know what’s going on, so he can’t spill his fucking guts to her. Their friendship has grown exponentially over the years, and while I’m glad she has someone, I don’t need Jax bringing a rift between us with truths he shouldn’t even know.
That is, unless Leo opened his fucking mouth and told him. I made him swear he wouldn’t, but if I’m being honest, I should know better. Leo can’t seem to think straight when Jax is around, so keeping his mouth shut with him is next to impossible.
I guess if he knows, I’ll deal with it when I get back. I can’t think about anything other than what I need to do right now; otherwise, I’ll lose focus.
I know I should feel guilty about lying to her, but the truth is, I don’t. Ican’t.Because this is what I need, and sometimes, we just have to be fucking selfish. I’ve given up so much for her, for this life we now have, but I can’t give this one thing up.
I fucking won’t.
I just hope that I don’t lose the one thing I need in order to have it.
TWO
VINCENT
“She’s goingto fucking kill you.”
“I’m aware.”
“And I’m going to stand there and watch the whole fucking thing while cheering her on, too, you dumb son of a bitch.”
“Shut the fuck up, Leo.” I turn the knob up on my car stereo until all I hear is the music blasting through the speakers; “Diamond Eyes” by Deftones blares through.
The windows are down, air whipping through the car as we head down the highway, on our way to Le Grande. It’s still early—just past six o’clock because I wanted to head out before Essa woke up and I was forced to explain everything. I’ll leave that to Jax since, apparently, I was correct, and Leo told him what we were doing.
I light another cigarette, sucking in a large drag. When the song ends, I turn down the volume before turning to glance at Leo. His tattooed fingers are tapping against the car door as he stares out of the window.
“What’s going on with you and Jax?” I decide to just fucking go with it. Leo never used to be this secretive with me, but it seems like these last couple of years, all he keeps is secrets.
“It doesn’t matter, Vincent.” He sighs and rolls his eyes as he glances at me. When I don’t say anything, he puffs out, “What the fuck do you want me to say?”
