“Fuck I'm in for it.” Malcolm groaned.
“You have no idea, Songbird.” I laughed, snapping my hips into him and kissing him hard.
Chapter fourteen
Malcolm
The fucker made me cum four total times before he finally came too. At least he came inside or I might have strangled him. There was just something about Ethan’s cum in my ass that made me feel whole. I'd been missing it for years so excuse the fuck out of me for trying to get twinkied every chance I could.
The idea of any other man putting his dick anywhere near me let alone filling me full of cum made me want to vomit. It was just Ethan for me. I didn’t even look twice at another man.
There was one time though that I did flirt with a fan to try and get a rise out of Bugsy, but quickly learned my lesson when the fan grabbed my ass and E stabbed him. It had freaked me outa bit but not in the ‘I should stay away from him’ kind of way. More of the ‘why is my dick hard’ kind of way.
He'd left me high and dry after too, well after I told the cops he'd stabbed the guy for grabbing my ass. In my defense, I thought I was helping Ethan. Turns out I almost got him jail time and pissed him off enough to leave me. I never wanted to make that mistake again.
I snuggled up in his bed, pulling the covers over my sore spent body and frowned when he jumped out of bed and got re-dressed.
“What… um, where are you going?” I asked, watching him.
“I told you I have dinner plans with Blake.” He said, looking at his mirror hanging on the wall and fixed his hair. “I'm right on time too.”
“On time?” I asked, my heart sinking a bit. “Are you telling me you just fucked me on a time limit?” I scoffed, clenching my fists.
He paused and turned towards me, hands dropping from his hair. “I didn't mean it how it sounded.”
“Then how did you mean it?” I hissed. I wasn't mad he was going to see Blake. I knew he was obsessed with her, and Ididknow they had plans.
I was mad hefucked meand now wasrunning to her. Literally.
“She asked to meet in two hours for dinner right after we got off the phone.” He said.
“So, you thought you could fuck with my body for what, an hour, hour and a half then go be with her?” I frowned.
He shifted, his cheeks getting pink. “Kind of?”
I set my jaw and looked away. “Is this going to be a regular thing?” I asked barely a whisper. “You fucking me then running off to her, I mean.”
He winced. “Only until I can get the two of you together too. I want the three of us together. Last night was something I never thought I could have. I want more of it.”
“So, let's justtell her. Problem fucking solved.”
“We can't, Mal. Your manager will kill us.” He said, shaking his head.
He wasn’t wrong. My manager was a ball buster and didn't like anyone knowing my identity, but how many people had a death moth tattoo on their neck?
“So what, I'm just supposed to be your fucking secret until you find a way to make us all work?” I snarled.
“Don't be mad. I'm talking to her tonight.”
I scoffed again and got up from the bed, going to my clothes despite my legs feeling like Jello. My eyes burned with tears, but I refused to cry.
“Malcolm, what are you doing?”
“Leaving.” I snapped. “Call me when you figure your shit out.”
“Malcolm be serious.” He rolled his eyes.
“Iamserious. That's the fucking problem, Ethan.” I snapped. “That's the fucking problem because I'm serious and you're not even sure you want me!” My throat felt tight and I held onto my shirt, my head swimming.I would never be enough, compared to Blake.
