Yeah, I feel it, too, sweetheart.
I pick up her hand and hold it gently on the counter. Still not sure if she will turn on me in an instant and punch me in the face for what I’m attempting to do, I wait as my heart races to see where this might take us.
She raises her glass to her lips and shoots back the rest of the amber liquid quickly. Her face grows sour as she sets the glass on the counter. Slowly, she grabs my hand and lowers it to her thigh.
Fuck me, what the hell is this?
She runs her fingertips along the top of my hand before pulling my wrist and pushing my palm further into the apex of her legs. If I was only slightly aroused before, now she has me painfully needing a release. She always was the best cock tease. My mind instantly starts racing with all the ways I can imagine this ending. She runs hot and cold so fast. In an instant, I could be pushed to the side. But hell, I plan on enjoying the ride until she forces me away.
I dig my fingers into her skin, letting her know I’m on board with whatever this is. She bites her lip and purrs the further my fingers inch toward heaven. Her pussy is a place I need to lose myself in, and the sooner the fucking better.
She looks my way, and whispers, “Want to get out of here?”
Grabbing her wrist, I quickly pull her to standing. Her mouth falls open, a startled gasp escapes her lips. Her eyes lock on mine as I pull some money from my pocket and throw it on the bar top. Her fingertips run across the top of my belt before dropping low. She circles the crown of my cock, then rubs her palm greedily against my throbbing length.
“Don’t tease, Gwen,” I growl. “I’ve needed to claim your ass since you stormed out on me ten years ago. I won’t hold back. I won’t give you slow and sweet. If we do this, there is no turning back.”
“Is that a promise?” she tempts me.
I study her eyes, looking for any glimmer of doubt. When I see none, I grab her wrist, pick up both our bags, and haul her and them off towards the nearest exit.
Game. Fucking. On.
It’s time we settled this shit once and for all.
“Get ready, sweetheart,” I say over my shoulder as we head out of the airport. “Tonight’s still fucking young, and we’re just getting started.”
Swinging her around once we’ve reached outside, she studies me for a moment. Desire, defiance, fire, years of unspoken words hang between us. After a moment, she grins, grabs me hard between my thighs, and steps closer. Her lips hover next to mine.
“What’s wrong, Rex? Are you still afraid like you used to be? Who’s the tease now? I only have three words for you. I. Always. Win.”
I drop our bags to the floor and bring my hands to her face. Pushing her hair out of the way, I forcibly grab the back of her neck and bring her lips closer.
“I’m game if you are. Just remember, sweetheart. It’s my name you’ll be screaming when you realize you’re wrong. After I’ve punished you, broken you, made you finally realize, I’m where you belong.”
Her lips curl into a mischievous smile as she brings them closer. Breathing her in, I lose all control when she pushes us over the edge and says two little words. “Try me.”
1
Gwen
Ten years ago
My parent’s endless yelling shatters through the silence between songs on my iPod. Tensing, I roll my eyes at yet another fight beginning to wreak havoc for the third night in a row.
The sound of glass shattering makes my heart stop.
Pushing pause, I sit up straight and wait in silence for a moment. When the yelling continues, I exhale the breath I was holding. The sound was likely just another of my mother’s wine glasses shattering against a nearby wall. Figures. I should have known when I walked in the door earlier and saw one empty wine bottle in the trash with Mom well into almost half of the second there would be trouble.
Pulling towards the end of my bed, I take the hoodie next to me and pull it over my head. Putting my earphones and iPod in the front pocket, I tuck my cold feet into warm slippers. Even though it’s March, it still has not warmed up a lot yet, and the breeze that was once warm and nice coming through my open bedroom window is now making the night colder than I expected.
Padding across my room and over to the window, I go to shut it and notice my sister sitting out on the rooftop to the left. Our bedrooms are joined by a jack and jill bathroom, and we often sneak out and sit on the back roof to spill secrets, watch the sunset, talk about boys, and most of the time escape our parent’s endless fights. No doubt she’s escaping the sounds echoing up from downstairs. Grabbing a blanket, I climb out across the roof to sit with her.
Staring off into the night sky, I notice a small tear fall down her cheek as I climb closer. Wiping it away quickly, she turns to greet me with a sad smile.
“You think they could have waited until after we went to bed?” she laughs nervously, trying to make light of the situation after the news we received earlier today.
Sitting close to her, I wrap half the blanket around my legs and then shelter hers with the other half. Pulling her scarf down lower on her forehead, the sadness in her eyes breaks my heart. She always loved her hair. Now, the little she has left stays hidden under one of the many colorful scarves she rotates daily.
