“You first.” He batted away my hand, even though I struggled to keep it at the base of my length, and took over, jerking me in a slow but steady rhythm that had my nuts tightening.
Between his attention on my cock and the thrusting in my hole, I was a goner. Nothing could save me. It’d been too long, and with a fight tonight, too? I was free-falling into my orgasm. I came,hard, my cock jerking as my cum splattered against the cement wall in front of me. I tensed through my release, breath ragged as I trembled, and I didn’t notice he was coming until he leaned over me. Forehead touching my back, he shuddered and called my name.
The world spun and it took me a moment to come down from La-La Land. Or Orgasm Land. Whatever. I touched my fingers to my forehead, wincing when the stickiness of blood met my skin. Fuck, I had to deal with that before I got home. Virginia—our little Ginny—wouldn’t like it if she saw me bloody. For a five-year-old, she had a good head on her shoulders. She’d sit me down to lecture me about responsibilities and taking care of myself as simply as someone her age could. The only time when she did something stupid was when she walked her damned dog.
“How are you feeling?” He slid out of me, and we both hissed.
I stood to my full height, my knees shaky as I yanked up my pants and rebuttoned them. “Like I just got fucked.” I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, suddenly feeling self-conscious around him, which was nuts because I didn’t give a shit what other people thought about me. Especially not a fancy pants like him.
He spun me around, and I realized he’d pulled up his pants, too. He’d tied off the used condom and shoved it in his pocket, and as curious as I was to why he didn’t just dump it, I didn’t ask. His business and all that shit. I didn’t care what other people did. He smoothed his thumb over the new cut in my forehead, which still bled profusely, and I flinched.
“You enjoy pain,” he murmured.
I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or himself, so I didn’t answer. I let him touch me, stroking down my cheek and mopping up some of the blood with the cuff of his shiny shirt. He’d stain the blue material, but he was probably rich enough to buy another. It wouldn’t be a strain on his wallet.
I shrugged away from his fingers, and he cocked his head, mouth curving into a smile.
“Are you playing hard to get, Moosey Bear? I thought we shared something special.”
I snorted. “Fucking?”
“No, you took me to one of those fights. Do you go often?” He raised his auburn eyebrows, and I sighed. Maybe taking him there was a mistake.
“Listen, dude, I don’t know what you want from me, but I’m not the snuggle type, got it? I fuck and leave.” I squared my shoulders, hoping to put some fear into him, but he only grinned wider. Asshole. I shoved his chest with my open palm, and he barely flinched. He took a step away, then came right back, standing in front of me as though it never happened. “Areyou fucked in the head or somethin’? You want to get your teeth knocked out?”
Though, he could fight, couldn’t he? He’d proven that tonight. Milo was much bigger than him and Zayn had brought him down. He could probably do the same to me, too, if I wasn’t careful. Was that why he didn’t care about letting me drive his car?
I shook my head and winced at the sudden ache that began. Between the pulsing of my left eye and split in my forehead, I was going to have a rough night—and even rougher day tomorrow. I had a full day of work, and if I didn’t show up, they’d fire my ass. I needed the money.
“I like you. You intrigue me.” He cupped my cheek as though I hadn’t threatened him and brushed his thumb over my jaw. “You make my dick hard and I want to do this again.”
“What if I don’t wanna?” I raised my chin.
He laughed then, flashing me his pearly whites. I hated how handsome I found him. I’d never been attracted to redheads, but the tint of his hair was nice. Not too bright but unique. Better than my bird’s nest. I raised a hand to rub it over my dark hair that I kept short. Not a buzz cut because I hated that shit and it felt weird under the cowboy hat I wore around the park, but short enough it couldn’t get yanked during a fight.
“You want to,” Zayn said, drawing me back to focus on him and the way his gaze ate me up. “So, what’s the issue?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it. Finally, I sighed. “Listen, dude, this was fun, but I got a life. I got work and a family.”
He cocked his head. “Wife?”
I made a disgusted sound. “Fuck no. I’m no cheater. I live with my mom and little sister.” I hated that I’d told him this much. It was none of his damned business, but here I was blabbing.
He placed a hand on my chest and smoothed it over my pec.
I froze, then relaxed.
“Where do you live?”
I blinked.Hell no.I wasn’t that stupid, no matter what my ex-shithead, Roger the Dodger, said. He’d hated that I had a trailer in Lakeview, said it made me look poor.
Newsflash, motherfucker: I am poor.
I shook my head. “Nah, man. We’re not there yet.”
“How are you going to get home then? I can take you back to your car at the bar.” The knowing in his voice irked me, and I shoved my hands in the pockets of my pants.
“Nah, I got an Uber to the bar, so you’re gonna give me some cash for the Uber I take home.”
