Page 25 of Torch
I think this is the moment in movies, where they’re at dinner, and the guy lifts his hand and says ‘check, please’. Yep, I wanted to do that right now, and I was already climbing into his lap for it.
“Fuck yeah, babe, bring that fine fucking body over here.” Torch pulled me fully into his lap, straddling him, and dragged my face to his, kissing me like he wanted me naked right this very second. God, yes please.
“Uh, nope, not in this fucking office, you dirty bastards.” We pulled apart to see Ice in the doorway, glaring at us. How did he know? Oh, he explained that part next. He actually had a camera set up in here, to keep an eye on Lissa if she needed him, and he’d decided to peek, because we’d been quiet too long.
“Where’s your car, babe?” I let Torch drag me up with him and haul me out of Lissa’s office.
“You can’t go anywhere, man. What about lockdown?”
“Fuck lockdown. I’ll be at Grace’s place, but don’t look it up unless you have to. I don’t want her in your fucking system, got it?”
I didn’t get another word in, as Torch dragged me in the direction of my car, shoved me in the passenger seat, and drove us away from there like his ass was on fire.
“Torch, what’s the rush?”
“My cock, babe. My cock needs in you, and I’m not about to let him down, get it?”
Fourteen
Noboyfriend.Whythefuck did I convince myself that she had some asshole coming home to her, and I was the dirty little secret? More of that paranoia shit I had going on? Fuck that.
She was mine now, because if there wasn’t some other guy on the sidelines, then I was going to be everything she needed in future. No more pussyfooting around, because wasn’t life just too fucking short for that shit? I’d get her naked, fuck her how she wanted to be fucked, and win her once and for all.
I hated driving this fucking posh car of hers, but it was quick, and that was what I needed right now. I didn’t need a reminder of where to find her house, because it was something I could never forget now. The place where I could find my woman, and the place where we could be alone, and she’d be safe from the fucker at the club. That was worrying me, the fact that she was technically known to them now, because before that, the only ones who’d known I liked her were Micro and Ice. I wouldn’t have trusted that knowledge to anyone else, and for good fucking reason.
“Slow down, Torch, we’re nearly there.”
“My cock’s about to rip his way through my jeans. You want me walking you to your door with a visible boner? You want me to scandalise your posh neighbours?”
A huffy sigh was her response, but that was okay, because I’d wipe all that huffiness away with what I planned to do to her. I’d fuck all that attitude out of her, and make her all sweet and glazed over with bliss again. She liked that, didn’t she?
“When we get there, get inside fast, because I’m fucking you, the second I have you alone.”
“Oh god, Torch!”
I flicked a glance at her, as I pulled up outside her posh house.
“Don’t go changing your mind on me, woman. I want you naked and taking my cock, like the filthy little whore you are. You’re so desperate for it, you’ll be begging me to use you, won’t you?”
She shuddered, and grabbed the door handle, hurrying to the front of her house, even as I locked the car and followed her. Cars around here probably didn’t need to get locked, but it was a reflex, right?
My next reflex was going to be getting every scrap of clothing off that woman of mine, because naked was how I wanted her every second I was with her.
As soon as the door was closed, I grabbed her hair and pulled her back against me.
“Remember your out if you need it. ‘Phoenix’, yeah?”
A ragged breath was her only answer, so I held her there until her mouth and brain caught up with each other, and worked in sync.
“Yes!” She gasped, leaning back into my tight grip.
“Your room, naked, on your knees, right fucking now, bitch.”
She practically ran as soon as I released her hair. Perfect. I couldn’t wait to fuck her until we were both in a fucking coma. First though, I turned and checked the door, making sure it was locked tight and secure. Horny or not, her safety was my fucking priority and always would be.
My phone was next, and I dug it out of my pocket, switching it off and dismantling it. I didn’t want anyone tracking me while I was with her. I should have thought of it sooner, but just like she seemed to lose the capacity to speak around me, I often lost my ability to think clearly. What a great pair we made.
“Ready or not, slut, I’m coming for ya,” I called as I started on up the stairs, already easing out of my cut, and t-shirt, resting them carefully on the floor outside her room. I could minimise her issues, by getting naked before I even join her, couldn’t I?
