“Wow, that was real sweet of you. I didn’t believe in chivalry until tonight.”
I was startled enough to pull my gun out and aim it in the direction the voice came from. “Who’s there?”
“Easy, sweetheart, I come in peace,” a woman giggled.
I watched the orange of the end of her cigarette burn bright for a second before she exhaled and threw it to the ground, stubbing it out with her high-heeled shoe.
The dark shadow of a woman came toward me, her curvy body moving quickly. My cock was still hard and painful in my jeans, because despite turning down Hope and her no doubt glorious pussy, my cock hadn’t gotten the memo and still wanted some relief. The woman wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body against mine, grinding her tight body against me. I couldn’t have said no even if I’d wanted to.
I was a horny kid. Not much has changed over the years, barring I’m a man now. But I’m still horny as hell for the most part, and when I think back I’m not sure even knowing what I know now I could have resisted her that night. Because that night, full of testosterone and confused as hell about the woman I’d spent so little time with and yet felt such a deep connection to, there was only one thing I wanted to do to get my mind back to the dark place it belonged.
I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and she pressed in closer, her breasts pushing against my chest. “Peace, huh?” I said, rubbing my hands up and down her back. She was wearing a short leather skirt and a thin sequined top that sparkled every time she moved.
“Uh huh,” she giggled again, her nails brutally digging into me and making me hiss in pain, just how I liked it. If it was possible, my dick hardened even more in my jeans, becoming painful in its restrictions, and I let out a hard breath through my nose and grunted. “You’re the new prospect, right?” she asked.
“Sure am.” I gripped her hair and bared her neck to me so I could kiss it.
“What’s your name, prospect?”
“Dillon,” I replied, groaning as her hand reached down to grab my hardness through my jeans, squeezing hard enough to make my nostrils flare again as both pleasure and pain hummed through me.
“I like that name,” she purred as I continued to run my tongue along her throat, nipping her delicate flesh with my teeth. “Mmmm, I like you, Dillon.” Her hands were working my zipper, and I was more than happy to oblige as I spun us around and thrust her up against the side of the garage, my hands shoving the leather skirt up around her waist and reaching for her wetness in one swift movement.
“Yeah?” I asked, panting as she freed me of my jeans and began to work my dick, her nails clicking as she gripped me tighter and squeezed. Relief flooded me as she worked my shaft, her hand rubbing over the tip of my cock. This was exactly what I needed tonight.
“Yeah,” she said, throwing her head back and crying out as my fingers slipped inside of her and began to strum her insides. I fucked her with my fingers as she pumped my dick. The music from the party was blaring behind us, yet I felt alone in this secluded part of the clubhouse grounds. Wrapped in our own little bubble of blackness, it felt good to not know who this chick was, and to not care either. Because unlike Hope, I knew this woman’s soul was as dark as mine.
I needed to get back to the gate though, and I fucking hoped that Stone was back and keeping watch because there was no way I was stopping to check.
I dragged her panties down and she let go of me to unbuckle my jeans, letting them drop to the ground. And then I was lifting this woman up and lowering her back down onto my rock-hard dick and fucking her up against the side of the garage, every hard thrust thudding against the side of the garage and making her call out my name like I was God and she was praying for a fucking miracle. I bit her neck again and pulled her hair as I pumped my hips faster and faster, my dick swelling as I drove inside of her tight hole. Her breasts were practically spilling out of the tight top that she wore and I watched them with dark hunger until I was coming right along with her in a serious of grunts and cries of pain mixed with pleasure.
I thrust into her several more times until I’d spilled everything I had, and then I held her with one hand and leaned against the garage with the other to catch my breath. The woman stroked her hands up and down my back until I felt steady enough to lower her back to the ground, and then she pulled her short leather skirt from around her waist back down to cover her ass.
The thought of me dripping out of her was making me horny again, but I really did need to go and check the gate, so I pushed myself back into my jeans and, for the second time that night, I buckled myself back up still feeling unsatisfied.
I glanced toward the garage door, instant regret washing over me as I thought about Hope and that she would have heard everything that had just happened.Fuck.I hadn’t meant for this to happen. Not even sure how it had fuckin’ happened. But I’d never wanted a woman the way I’d wanted Hope. She’d made me feel things I hadn’t felt before. And turning her down and walking away had clearly fucked with my head.
“I need to go,” I said, turning to walk away. “You shouldn’t fucking be over here.”
The woman laughed. “Neither should she.”
I stopped walking and looked back. “What did you just say?”
The lights from the clubhouse flashed across her face. “Neither should she.” She jerked a thumb toward the garage. “Club sluts should be inside, ready to get on their knees when asked.”
I frowned at her. “Watch your mouth.”
She laughed. “Oh don’t tell me you have a thing for her! Now that really is priceless! You know she’s a little virgin prude, right? Or did you just pop that bitch’s cherry?”
I glared at her but she only smirked.
“Oh my god, you did! Let me go tell the boys—they’ll still be happy for your sloppy seconds.”
She started to walk away from me and I grabbed her arm, spinning her back to me, her hair flaring out around her shoulders. I scowled down into her beautiful face, which now was marred by the ugliness inside her. “Stay the fuck away from her.”
“Or what?”
“Do you have a death wish, bitch?” I pulled my gun out and held it against her temple. “Because I sure fucking do, so don’t think I won’t do this.”
