“Fuck off,” I reply when he finally slides completely out. I gently lift Les, letting myself slip free. We get her settled onto her side beside me; she snuggles deeper into the bed.
Ryder braces his hands beside my head again, looking down at me. “What was that?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I know he’s talking about whatever that magnetic pull was that was screaming at us to connect on a whole other fucking level.
I see something pass across his face before he slams his lips back against mine. He probably figured the same thing I did: it was just in the heat of the moment. But from how I’m feeling right now, that isn’t the case.
When we finally come up for air, we’re both breathing hard. “Fuck,” I pant out. “Who knew your punk ass could kiss like that?” I joke. Ryder bares his teeth at me jokingly, and my cock pays attention, jumping on my stomach. Ryder would one hundred percent dominate my ass, and I would let him. Remembering what happened that day that Ryder and Les fought, I fight a grin. She had her hand around his throat, and this bastard loved it. Maybe we could dominate each other.
“She needs to get cleaned up,” Ryder says, sitting back on his heels, his dick starting to harden. I raise an eyebrow at it. “Not the time, asshole,” he says and slides off the bed.
“So, you’re saying there will be a time?” I ask his retreating back. He flips me off before disappearing into his bathroom.
One way or the other, I’m finally going to touch Ryder’s ass.
Chapter 14
Zane
Ican’t get Les off my mind, her lips on mine, her body trustingly rubbing against me.
When she panicked, I almost ran from the room, thinking I had done something wrong. I completely forgot what that sick fuck made her do. The fact that she trusted me to put her in a position she wasn’t comfortable with gave me hope for us. I feel like we’re on the right path, but she still has five other boyfriends who will watch my every move, waiting for me to fuck up.
I’m not going to this time.
After she left, I had to take matters into my own hands, jacking off in my bed like a horny teenager. When she walked away with Gage, I almost begged her to come back, but I knew it wasn’t time for that yet. We have plenty of time later because I’m not going anyfuckingwhere.
Tonight is the first night I’ve slept in my bed, except sleep isn’t coming for different reasons.
Her body responded to me just like it used to. Her sighs and her moans almost drove me out of my skin. Giving up on sleep again, I flop over onto my back, wrapping my hand around my cock again, stroking from base to tip roughly. It wouldn’t give me a break, evenwhen I did doze off. I would wake up hard as a rock thinking about Les. The sun is shining through the window, and I’m still fucked up.
I start stroking faster, harder. “Fuck,” I grunt, letting my mind wander to when we were together. One of the favorites I’ve run through my head a thousand times over the years was another time in the pool house. We almost got caught by my dad once, but that didn’t stop us from sneaking in there a week later to try again. The thought of getting caught had us ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as we hit the door.
I laid her out on the kitchen island, eating her pussy like a starving man. She latched both hands into my hair, holding me against her. I made her come three times with my mouth before I slammed my cock inside her before she could finish the third; her scream echoed around that pool house.
I start stroking my cock faster, lost in the memory. Lost in the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my dick, her nails digging into the skin on my arms, and her deep, throaty moans. I fucked her all over that pool house. On the kitchen island, up against the wall on our way to the bedroom, in the bedroom, in the shower, and one more time with her bent over the kitchen island.
Reaching down, I squeeze my balls with one hand, pulling at my cock with the other. I come all over my abs, groaning out her name. I flop back on the bed, my cock still hard as a rock. “Fuck,” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.
Looking at the mess I made, I roll out of bed, still, rock hard, and climb into the shower. I turn the water as cold as I can stand it, letting the water wash over me, pulling the tension from my shoulders. When my dick finally gives up, I make the water warmer, taking my time to shower.
I know what I’m willing to do for Les; I’ve already decided about that. But that doesn’t make me less apprehensive about how I’ll feel when I see her with one of them. The main one I’m not sure about is Ryder. That little prick made my life as hard as he could when Les and I were together, but I get it. He was in love with her then but couldn’t tell her. I had the one thing he wanted, and he hated me for that. It makes me curious about how the fuck this is happening nowbecause hedidfinally tell her. He has her in his clutches, yet he willingly lets her see me. Les won’t sneak behind his back, so I know he knows.
Shutting the water off, I step out of the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, and go back to my room, searching for clothes. When I get there, my phone lights up with an incoming call. I snatch it up and frown when I see it coming from an unknown number. I broke down yesterday and finally bought one; only two people have this number. Les and Gage.
“Hello?” I answer.
“You don’t listen very well, Zane.”
That voice slams me in the gut. “Jay,” I growl.
“I told you she wasmine. So, tell me why she was leaving your apartment last night?”
I spin around, looking for cameras inside my apartment. Is he watching me right now? “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play fucking stupid,” he barks. “I saw her coming and going with the crazy one.”
“Oh,” I answer. “The one you killed?” I sneak around my bedroom, looking for any sign of a hidden camera. I wouldn’t put it past this motherfucker. Is he watching me from the inside or outside? I don’t like that he saw Les at all. I don’t give a fuck if he’s watching just me.
