Page 39 of Bad Run

“Gwen,” he repeats my name.

I don’t answer. Instead, I stay facing the wall.

Lance says nothing else as he finally steps back and slips away into the crowd, leaving me cold and alone.

Only when I can’t sense him do I let myself sag against the wall and pinch my eyes tight, refusing to let the tears fall in public.

I don’t know if my heart can take more of Lance’s hot-and-cold personality. It’s too much. I don’t have enough strength to fight him, while fighting for my career and proving my father wrong.

Maybe it’s time for me to move on.

The silly and naïve organ in my chest constricts in pain at the thought. It’s either a glutton for punishment or knows something I don’t.

I hope it’s the latter.

thirteen

Lance

Past

Three things are for certain.

One: Gwen has cast some sort of witchy spell on me. I have never in my life felt so out of control with the need to be inside a woman as I do with her.

Two: I will never be the same after tonight.

And three: there is a very real and crazy possibility I might never let Gwen go.

Her soft moans fill the air as I kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her. She tastes sweet like the strawberry donut she ate, and like … mine.

I must be under some crazy voodoo magic if the idea of making her mine makes my dick hard as fucking stone.

Angling her hips up, she aligns our bodies like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. I grunt in satisfaction as I grind my shaft into her lower stomach. She whimpers, clawing at the buttons of my dress shirt.

I’m so fucking hard up, I can’t think straight. My dick is totally in charge as it attempts to bust through my slacks to get to her.

I tear myself away from her delicious mouth before I do something reckless, like lift her into my arms and drive my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy, right here on the sidewalk for everyone to see.

“Fuck.” I pant, sucking in air, as if I just ran around the bases at top speed, as I try to control the compulsion driving me. “Time to go, before I take you right here on the street like an animal.”

The way she rubs her thighs together and bites her swollen lip tells me everything I need to know.

“You like that idea, don’t you, Gwen?”

She nods, and my cock throbs in approval.

“You’re fucking perfect.” I press one more kiss to her lips and give her hip a possessive squeeze as I raise the hand still holding the bag of donuts into the air and flag down an oncoming cab.

The taxi pulls to a stop in front of us, and I open the rear passenger door, practically shoving Gwen inside. She giggles, and my cock swells, ramming into my zipper with such force I’m pretty sure it’s going to leave an impression.

I bark our destination at the young driver as I slam the door shut, toss the bag of donuts on the other side of Gwen, and pull her into the blind spot behind the driver beside me. I lift her legs and drape them over my lap, needing her as close to me as possible.

She gasps at the hard-as-fuck situation I have going on in my pants.

“Holy shit, you’re Lance fucking Taylor!” the driver shouts. He turns around in his seat and, with wide eyes, stares at me. “Congratulations on the win, man. That last play you made was awesome as hell.”

I tuck Gwen’s face into my chest, protecting her from view. Unfortunately, strange people taking pictures of me comes with the territory, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone take pictures of her.