GAUGE
“Do you want that burger now?” Jolie said with agrin.
Iwas fucked.
This whole thing was fucked.
Ipulled out of her, already feeling apang of need to be back inside. There was acreak and agroan and Ireached over and grabbed her, pulling her up from the table just before it fell apart with acrash.
Jolie’sbody was against mine, her chest heaving against my own as we both stared down at the sun-worn pile of wood that had once been atable.
God, she felt fucking good in my arms like that. She was small in height but she had hips and full breasts, and ashapely ass that Icouldn’tstop my hand from sliding over and squeezing with asoft groan.
She looked back up at me, alook of triumph in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair atangled mess. She was well and truly fucked, and she loved it. Hell, Iloved that look on her, but that couldn’thappen again. Not ever.
Somehow Ineeded to extract myself from the situation without aggravating her again. God knew what would happen if Ipissed her off. Maybe she’dkill me, maybe she’dcall Dom. Either situation ended up with me getting abullet to the head, all because Icouldn’tcontrol my cock. Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Iwas screwed.
Ireached down and grabbed my jeans before sliding them back on. My back was still bleeding alot and Iwasn’twholly sure what to do about that. Iwas just kinda hoping it would stop all on its own, but she had dug those nails in deep. My cock twitched at the memory of them digging in deep and the distant echo of her subsequent scream when I’dplowed into her.
Jolie stood before me, hair disheveled, blood streaked down her tits and stomach, small bruises forming on her thighs from my grip, and her lips looking swollen and red. Fuck me, but she looked beautiful. Izipped up my jeans and reached for my cut, watching as drops of blood dripped on to the ground at my feet.
“Let me get something to clean that,” she said, touching ahand to my back.
Iflinched back from her touch and she frowned at me.
“What was that?”
“What?” Iparroted with ashrug. Ilooked away from her, not wanting to see her naked body for fear I’dsay fuck it and fuck her there on the patio. Ipulled out my cigarettes and lit one, taking adeep inhale of the nicotine.
Jolie laughed and Ichanced alook at her, hating seeing the look of hurt and anger growing in her expression.
“Listen,” Ibegan, “we should probably keep this between you and I, okay?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Is that what you want?”
“Yeah.”
She nodded. “You want this to be our dirty little secret, Gauge?”
Ihuffed out abreath. “It’snot like that.”
“Isn’tit?”
Ithrew my cigarette to one side. Nicotine wasn’tdoing the trick.
“Fuck, Jolie, what do you want from me?” Istarted to walk away, needing to put some distance between us, but Iheard her footsteps following me.
“Nothing. Iwant nothing from you.”
“Good!” Ireplied, heading through the house and up the stairs, all the while knowing blood was still dripping from my back to the floor. “’Cause I’ve got nothing to give you.”
“Good,” she retorted, her voice close behind me, “because Idon’twant anything from you. Not your kisses or your cock or your holier-than-thou attitude. Iwant nothing from you.”
Isighed heavily, feeling like Iwas running from her as Iheaded up the winding stairs.
“Good. ‘Cause you’ll get none of that from me.” Idragged my hands through my hair. Ireally needed her to back the fuck off so Icould think for aminute.
“Good, because Idon’twant it. Any of it,” she replied. “And I’mglad that you don’tcare that you just gave me my first orgasm, because that would make this really awkward.”
