Page 78 of Fueled Hate

His hands grip my ass, setting our pace as he lifts his hips to meet each thrust. His tongue trails down my neck, leaving a delicious wet path. His arms reach up my back, his hands gripping my shoulders as he holds me to him, thrusting a final time before he releases in me. His breath steadies as we remain tangled together, holding each other, until he guides me back, tenderly kissing me. We remain still, savoring the moment, and it feels like neither of us wants to ever let go of it.

42

Dylan

Tapping my fingers against the wooden bar, I glance at the time again, realizing it’s only been five minutes since the last time I checked. Looking over my shoulder, I spot Sadie standing next to a table with two guys seated at it. I recognize them from the party last night. The party that had been a total bust as far as my purposes were concerned. I’d been so preoccupied with her in that fucking dress, I’d forgotten the reason I was there to begin with. I can’t totally blame the dress, though—she’s had that effect on me since the moment I laid eyes on her. The scary part is I’m not mad about losing the chance to gather some information last night. The only thing I can think about right now is the sleazy way one of the guys she’s serving is looking at her. It takes everything I have not to walk over there and put my fist through his skull. I’m barely maintaining control of myself when it comes to her, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold it together.

“Here ya go.” Jett places a refilled Dr. Pepper in front of me before quickly walking away. He’s never been my biggest fan, but it’s clear he despises me now that he knows she’s mine.

Bryce appears on my left, taking a seat as he lays his head on the bar with a groan.

“Rough night?” I ask.

“Yes. Raw, rough, and hard. How ’bout you?” he asks, signaling to Jett that he needs a drink before looking back to me. “Damn, dude. What’s with the mean-mugging? I thought she was gonna chill your ass out, but I think you’re getting fouler by the day.”

His teasing is aggravating me, but I know his words land squarely. He’s right, as always. I have her and yet I’m still not happy. I should find some sort of relief in the fact that she’s completely opening herself up to me, allowing me in without holding back. Why was it easier when she was hiding from me?

The next hours pass by with Bryce recounting the info he was able to discover at the party, which was nothing useful. No one was selling, or at least no one was telling Bryce who was dealing. More than likely, there wasn’t anyone there because although Bryce might not have appeared focused last night, but he was. Since I blew the race, he’s been determined to help me finish up my quest by whatever means necessary as long as it doesn’t involve me getting back on the track.

Finally, Sadie’s morning shift that lasted ninety-two hours and well into lunchtime is up, so I toss some money on the bar and walk outside to lean against my car as I wait on her. Today isn’t a normal work day for her, but she’d requested it since she’d missed a few days. And like the pathetic sap that I am, I spent the majority of my day hovering around her. Bryce was sure to remind me of that tidbit when he bailed, leaving me alone at the bar to wait for her.

Just when I think the day is looking up, since we’re nearly ready to get the hell out of there, I spot Kyle drive into the parking lot. I should’ve known he would be creeping around soon enough, if only to gloat, and I hope that’s all he’s got in mind.

“Who’d you steal this ride from?” Kyle laughs, looking over my car as he approaches.

Not reacting is the only thing I can do to keep from ripping his head off. Hopefully, Sadie stays inside Big Tobe’s until the shithead leaves.

“Is it yours? There’s no way.” He stands a few feet back, admiring the machine as he snickers. “Now it makes sense why she was so quick to jump on your dick.”

“Get the fuck out of here. Now.” I can’t do this. I can’t remain in control with him here; and he’ll use her as a tool against me. How the tables have turned—it was supposed to be the other way around. I was supposed to use her to get to him. How the fuck had I let this happen?

A devilish grin forms on his face as he glances over my shoulder, looking to the diner and takes a step closer to me. “The least you can do is thank me for fucking her long and hard to get that dry pussy warmed up for you. It was a challenging job but someone had to do it.”

My fists clench as I think about all the times he’d used her, just for his own satisfaction after his other pussy was gone. “Better than fucking her mother.”

His face pales, the cocky grin fades replaced by pure shock. My amusement at his revelation is short-lived when I hear a sharp intake of breath behind me.

Fuck. What did I do?

“What are you talking about?” Sadie cautiously steps between us, looking to Kyle’s stunned state before turning to me. A dead silence strangles me as her eyes fill with tears, realizing it’s true. She turns to Kyle for confirmation. “What is he talking about? Is that true?”

Kyle stands rigid, and unusually silent, as Sadie’s hands clasp her mouth, stifling a sob from escaping.

“Sadie, let’s go.” I reach for her, but she quickly backs away and looks to Kyle.

“My mom? You fucked my mom? Answer me!” she shrieks as she lunges forward, shoving him back.

“Just let me explain.”

“That’s why you spent so much time helping her, why she wanted you around all the time.” Her voice rises with each word. She sobs, her fingers pressing her temples as she erratically shakes her head, like she’s trying to get the vile images out of her mind. “Because y’all were fucking the entire time … right under my nose.” Her voice trails off as she reluctantly looks to me. The anguish on her face clutches at my insides; I see her heart shattering into pieces, the trust she had in me falling away one sliver at a time. “You knew. All along, you knew that they were fucking each other.”

Reaching out, all I want to do is wrap my arms around her and shield her from the pain, because it’s not over yet. “Sadie, I’m sorry—”

“No.” She holds her hands out to ward me off as she takes a step back, retreating from me. “Don’t touch me.”

She focuses on Kyle, her posture stiff and rigid as she takes a step in his direction. “I. Hate. You. Everything about you. Every time you touched me, it made me loathe you even more. But I hate myself the most for allowing you to do it because I thought I was holding onto a piece of my life that included her. I didn’t know how right I was.” Her voice cracks as she swiftly turns, hurrying back to the diner as she runs across the parking lot.

Kyle stiffly walks away, drops into his car, and speeds off.