My hand is fisted in her hair as I pound into her from behind, and I care nothing for her pleasure, although, judging from her enthusiastic movements and moans, she’s getting hers.
When I see that her hips start chasing mine faster and faster, I abruptly stop thrusting.
“What the fuck?” She turns to angrily look at me over her shoulder.
I yank at her hair to pull her up to me, and she reluctantly complies.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Rebel?” I ask into her mouth, and her eyes widen.
“Seriously?” She asks in a bratty way, tilting her head to the side.
I reach around her and slap her right tit. She yelps, but I feel her pussy clench around my dick.
“Yes, seriously.”
“This is your pussy, Dylan,” she says seductively, slowly resuming her movements, and this time, I let her.
“Then I want to hear about it while I fuck you, slut,” I say sternly, punctuating my words with a smack on her ass, which causes her to moan even louder.
“Yes… Dylan… this is your pussy. Take it,” she pants as she cums, and I barely pull out in time to jizz all over the bullseye.
"Bullseye!" I think stupidly, like I did every other time I hit it, but then something akin to nausea overcomes me.
What the fuck am I doing?
I quickly step back from her and pull my boxers and jeans back up.
Rebel turns around and stretches out in the tattoo chair, not caring for the jizz getting smeared all over the leather.
“Well, this is certainly a new side of you,” She says, smiling up at me, then frowns and sits up. “What is it, babe?” She asks carefully.
“We shouldn’t have done this,” I grit out, and it’s clear she hasn’t been expecting it.
Good. It feels intoxicating to have the upper hand for once.
“I have an ol' lady now, a family, so this,” I gesture between the two of us, “shouldn’t be happening.”
“You certainly weren’t thinking about your bitch or your kid a moment ago,” she shoots back angrily.
“Don’t talk about my kid,” I yell, and her eyes immediately fill with tears. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Bell. Fuck!”
I kick the wastebasket to the other side of the room and sit down at my work station, burying my face in my hands.
What a fucking mess.
“I’m sorry too,” I hear Rebel say a few minutes later, and I look up to see her fully dressed again. “I know you're taken, and I shouldn’t have messed with you like that. But we’ve always been so good together, and now that we’re in close quarters every day, I just couldn’t help myself.”
“I know what you mean,” I smile at her. “Let’s just say we did it for old times’ sake and leave it at that, what do you say?”
Rebel examines my face for a long minute. It’s almost like I’m brand new to her, and she’s trying to memorize my features. She then narrows her eyes slightly.
“Okay. Old times’ sake. I’ll see you tomorrow, boss.”
She’s out the door before I can say anything else, and I’m left to wipe the jizz off the chair all by myself.
That was the first night I slept in the guest room. I felt like a huge piece of shit. I just… the thought of sleeping in the same bed with my baby boy and Marissa…
Twitch folds and makes some stupid joke, and I laugh alongside everyone else as my eyes wander over to where Rebel is sittingat the bar. She’s wearing a skintight beige dress with no bra underneath. I briefly squeeze my eyes shut to get rid of the image.
