“You’re right.”
I pull back, as does he. I know I am, but never in a million years would I have thought Kooper would ever agree with me. Especially about his club brothers being wrong.
“They can’t tell you what to do.” I’m confused by his words till I see his lips curl up in a cruel smile that’s almost charming. Devilish is more like it. “But I can.”
“You’re being delusional. Yeah, you stuck your dick in me, but that means nothing.” I lock down my reactions. Turn cold to him. I’ve learned how to wear this mask, how to pull this sheep’s clothing on when I need to. To let my frosty bitch side out when things hit too close to home and I don’t want others to know.
The last time I used it was back in high school when someone referred to my mom dying. Back then, I was toldthe same as today: “Keep your head down.” “Keep trying.” “Don’t make waves.” Back then, it was to reserve my energy for Mom. To save myself from getting locked up for giving someone a massive beatdown so I could be there for her. To make it easier for her, not having to worry about me.
Now it’s to save Dad. To keep my shit together so he can recover with ease. To have him focus on his healing and shit.
It’s always about someone else. “Ruby, do this for so-and-so.” “Ruby, act this way so the club looks this way.” Ruby. Ruby!Ruby!
I bang my head against the wall. Then do it a few more times. I’m surprised he lets me. But I don’t look at him. I keep my eyes closed as I try to either beat sense into myself or just whack myself hard enough to get out of this pity party.
Finally, I open my eyes. I see his ceiling, and then I roll my head down to meet his eyes. There’s no pity in them. No fear or horror. No anger or frustration. Just him looking at me. It’s a neutral face, but I swear he understands me. Understands me on so many levels that I should be hiding from it.
“It means nothing,” I say again. I don’t know why, but I do.
His response? A blink. Then he lets go of my hands that are still on his chest, moving his own down till he gets to my jeans and unsnaps the buttons. His movements aren’t rough, but there’s nothing suave or romantic about the way he jerks my pants open and slides his palm flat against my stomach, down beneath my panties. How he parts my nether lips, grazes my clit with his nail, and slides two fingers into my sopping wet pussy.
The second he touches my clit, I’m shivering. Him going straight inside without a buildup has me shaking. I move my hands to grab each bicep to hold myself up. I’m going to fall. There’s no other way to describe it. My legs have turned weak. I’m wobbling on them, and he’s only stuck his fingers in. No movement, just holding them there.
He steps closer, pushing his thighs tight to mine to keep my legs straight. His other hand grabs my hip, and the indents from last night are like a finger groove for him to find. I should wince when he touches my bruises, but I just groan at the feel of his hands on me again. But it’s involuntary, and I close my mouth as soon as I hear it.
But not before he does too.
I glare at him as he starts pumping his thick fingers inside me, sending shivers racing up and down my spine. I shake my head over and over again. “It means nothing.” It’s a chant. A plea from me to my own ears. For it to be true. That I don’t care. That Kooper is just a random guy, and none of this means more than it should. It can’t. No matter how much I wished for something like this in my deepest, darkest thoughts. No matter how much I begged for this kind of attention from someone. It was never Kooper in my mind when I did. It was never him.
Just a dark shadow. A random person who was meant to put me on a pedestal and never let me fall. Someone who could make me feel as if I was enough while putting me first in everything.
But it can’t be Kooper. He has the club. I’ll never be more than the club. Ever.
“Tell yourself.” He leans closer, his breath brushing my ear. He nibbles it just a bit, making me arch into hisfingers, which seem to go faster. “Tell yourself anything you need to hear. But it’s all a lie. Everything you say is a lie. Because you’re mine, Peaches. Completely mine.”
I shake my head just a little. I can’t do more than that. I’m so close to coming, it’s ridiculous. I’m both sore and craving the burn he’s bringing me with each movement. And when his fingers flutter inside me and somehow change positions to hit a secret spot I had no idea I had, I whimper.
“You are. The sooner you get it, the sooner we can move past this.”
“When?”
“When what?” I feel his smile against my neck a second before he kisses me. “When did you become mine?”
I nod and grip his arms tighter as I try to climb away from his fingers and yet sink down on them faster. So close. So goddamn close.
He growls in my ear. A whispered growl that makes me even wetter. The nibbles, licks, and kisses aid in his assault on my body.
“Maybe it was the first time your dad gave me you to protect. Or when I fucked up your landlord for fucking you over. Or when you were grinding this hot little pussy on me while claiming to fix my hip. That kiss we had? That was the start of it. But I claimed you the second I stuck my dick in this tight little pussy and it bled all over my cock. The moment you gave yourself to me, just me, and no other. You’re fucking mine now, Peaches. You had your chance to be with another, and you chose me. And I’m choosing you right back.”
He does a twisting motion, and I’m coming. My mouth opens to let out a scream, and he covers it with his own, taking my breath, pants, whimpers, and release all in one passionate kiss that leaves me seeing spots as he takes too much oxygen from me.
When his mouth releases mine, I embarrassingly give chase to his lips for another kiss. One he doesn’t deny me. It’s slower, like how his fingers glide in and out of me. Petting me like a good little kitten for not biting.
Which makes me frown. I ain’t no damn animal. And I don’t need a pet. No matter how good it feels.
I must be hormonal as shit, because I’m back to being pissed. The orgasm seemed to only give me a small, very short reprieve. Maybe I really do need a good dicking to get in a better mood.
“Fight me all you want, Peaches. But I was your first, and I’m going to be your last,” he murmurs as he pulls away.
