Page 234 of Like Grim Death: Part One
She giggles, pressing further into me, her slender fingers tightening on the wheel. “Okay, okay,” she says, something like a shyness in her words.
I lift the joint closer, and she leans her head forward, her lips around it.
I dig my fingers into her belly and kiss the tip of her ear. “Inhale, baby.”
She does, and I see the cherry glow bright in the darkness. And brighter. And brighter still until I realize she isn’t breathing and she’s swallowing way too much fucking smoke.
“All right, that’s enough, that’s enough,” I chide her, pulling the joint away. “Now, turn toward me and exhale.”
She looks over her shoulder, her lips pressed together, her eyes dipping to my mouth, then back up as she stares at me. There’s a nervousness about her, the way she can’t stop blinking, her eyes watering. Finally, she exhales, coughing as she does, right in my face, but for some reason, it’s kinda hot as the smoke enters my lungs when I breathe in too.
Her chest heaves as she coughs more, a hand coming to her mouth and her stomach muscles tensing beneath my fingers. But I dab out the joint on the console, drop it into the cup holder and laces my fingers through hers, pulling them from her mouth.
I lean in close, angling my head and brushing my lips with her own, some smoke still snaking its way from her lungs.
I inhale it as her coughs subside, her eyes growing bleary and red.
“How was it?” I ask her, speaking over her mouth.
“I can’t breathe,” she chokes out, but she laughs too.
I smile, brushing my bottom lip over her top one. “Yeah, but you like it when you can’t breathe, huh?”
Her skin turns pink as she arches her back against me, her fingers holding tight to the steering wheel. Her eyes are dipped down to my mouth and I can see every one of her thick, dark lashes. They contrast with her auburn brows. She’s so fucking gorgeous, I can’t keep my hands off her.
I bring my fingers to her chin, gripping her jaw as I kiss her once, softly. Then I slide my other hand up under her shirt, dipping down into her leggings, beneath the hem of her underwear. Her stomach muscles jump, but she moans into my mouth when my fingers find her wetness.
“How you feeling?” I ask her, toying lazily with her clit, my dick rock hard beneath her. I want to erase last night. I want to erase anyone else I ever let touch her, and even the people I didn’t.
She licks my bottom lip, her breaths shallow pants against my mouth. “I’m always good with you, Mavy.”
I bite at her mouth, clenching my teeth around her so she yelps at the same time I dive my fingers lower, then push two into her tight hole. Her knees widen as she presses her ass against me, and I groan into her mouth.
“Yeah?” I whisper, my fingers so far inside her I’m hitting my last knuckle. “Then you weren’t so good last night, huh?”
She stiffens, her eyes fluttering closed, shallow pants hitting my mouth, as close as we are. I grip her face tight, digging my fingertips in just below her jawline. “Look at me, gorgeous.”
Reluctantly, after a moment’s pause while I finger fuck her slow, she opens her eyes.
I feel her swallow beneath my grip on her jaw. “Where were you?” I ask it softly, running my mouth over hers again, nearly getting lost in how tight and wet she is around my fingers.
“You left me,” she whispers, like it’s an answer.
“I shouldn’t have,” I admit, and it’s hard to say it, but she needs to hear it. Even so, it doesn’t give me what I’m looking for.“Where were you, baby?”
Her eyes are only an inch from mine. She can’t dodge the question this time. “I don’t want to talk about—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me.”I manage to push another finger inside and feel her walls flex and expand around me.
She whimpers but her knees go wider, hanging off the edge of my seat, one bumping into the door, the other hitting the console inside the car. It smells like pussy and marijuana in here, and if it weren’t for the fact she isn’t answering me, I’d already be fucking her across the back seat.
“I don’t know,” she says, rushing the words out. She can’t turn away from me because I’m holding her face, but she tries, and I jerk her right back as her eyes snap closed, like she doesn’t want to look at me. “I don’t know,” she whispers again. “I was… drunk and I took something, a pill, and—”
“Youtooksomething? You fuckingtooksomething?” I stretch my fingers inside of her, not willing to stop touching her just yet. “Who gave it to you?” I squeeze her lips, pressing them open and her eyes find mine again, a beautiful green lined with red and the start of tears. “Did you take it before or after we fucked?” Horror fills my head. If she wasn’t completely sober and I made her do all of that shit…Fuck.
I run my thumb over her full bottom lip when she doesn’t immediately answer me, regret close to suffocating my lungs. “You know no matter what you do, what you did…” I line my nose up with hers.“Youare mine. The one I’ll go to bat for, the one I’ll fucking swing for.” A flash of what Sid and I did to Pammie explodes in my mind. I did that for Lucifer, but I would doso much worsefor this girl in my lap. I already have. “Or have you forgotten already?”
“Do you regret that? Doing it for me?” she whispers.
