Page 8 of Slayin Villain
Didn’t go looking for Rachel either.
I lingered outside the arena for a while, lit another smoke, and watched the stars get swallowed up by the Nashville sky.Too much noise.Too many bodies.Too much temptation.
And I was tired of pretending I didn’t want to give in.
By the time I climbed the stairs to my place, the clubhouse had quieted to a dull throb of music and laughter.Thorn had some girl in the arcade room, fucking her from behind as she beat my high score on Galaga.Someone else was yelling about a poker game.The usual chaos.And none of it was my problem.
Inside my room, it was dark except for the red neon bleeding through the blinds, painting the walls like a murder scene.I peeled off my shirt, dropped it to the floor, and kicked back on the mattress.
I should’ve called Rachel.
But instead, I thought of Ember.
The feel of her tiny body pressed against mine.Her hands in my hair.The taste of her mouth, sweet and bitter and defiant.That woman kissed like she wanted to own me.And God help me, I wanted to be owned.
For a second.
For a night.
There was a knock on the door.Sharp.Measured.Not Rachel’s.
I knew who it was before I even moved.
“Come in,” I said.
The door opened like a secret.
Ember stood there in nothing but that band T-shirt and bare legs.No bra.No shame.Her lips were still cherry red, and her eyes locked on mine like she was ready to finish what we started.
“You lost?”I asked, voice rough.
She stepped inside, shut the door behind her.
“I didn’t get what I came for,” she said, walking slow.
“And what was that?”
“You.”
Fuck.
I didn’t move as she came toward me.Didn’t breathe.My cock was already hard under my jeans, throbbing with every sway of her hips.
“You’re not scared of Rachel?”I asked, voice a growl.
“Should I be?”
“She’s loyal.Fierce.Dangerous when cornered.”
“Sounds like a woman after my own heart.”
Ember crawled onto the bed without asking, straddling me, her thighs pressed to my sides.I grabbed her hips, rough and greedy, and she ground herself against me with a smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
“You think this is a good idea?”I asked, eyes locked on hers.
“No,” she whispered, leaning down to brush her lips against mine.“But since when have you ever cared about that?”
I kissed her.Harder this time.Mouths colliding, teeth clashing, tongues battling for control.She gasped as I flipped us, pinning her to the mattress, my body covering hers like a threat.
