I open my mouth to respond but Johnny gets there first—and when he does, I can’t help but cringe at the way he talks to her.
“Because you’re a no good, piece of shit, whore. You’d ditch your friend in a place she don’t belong to get assaulted. Fuck, you’d ditch her with no ride home and an hour away from her place, twice. You’d also fuck her man, or at least try, just because. You’re selfish and have low self-esteem, so get your no good ass outta here.”
“You have to be fucking kidding me?” she asks, looking from Johnny to me with her mouth wide open.
“Don’t look at Hattie. You don’t fuckin’ know her. Get your skank ass the fuck out of her sight and mine,” he grunts.
Without another word to Willa, or about her, Johnny moves, wrapping his arm around my neck as he guides me away from her and toward my front door. Then he slips my purse from my hand and roots around for my keys before opening my front door.
Once we’re inside, he locks the door behind me and just looks down at me before he tosses my purse onto the little table in my entryway.
“My dad always said men aren’t supposed to go through women’s purses, that he was scared of what was inside of them,” I mumble.
I’m in shock of what’s just transpired, and the fact that I’ve just lost my friend.
The relationship was toxic and should have been over a decade ago. Nevertheless, I wasn’t prepared for the way it happened, with Johnny at my back, taking my back and standing up for me that way.
I shake my head, trying to understand it all, including his announcement of being my man.
“Not much scares me, princess, least of all your purse. What could be in it? Tampons?” he snorts.
“Well, yeah, they could,” I say my face probably turning pink, again.
“The fact that that makes you blush is one of the main reasons I’m here,” he murmurs, taking a step closer to me, wrapping his hands around my cheeks.
“What do you mean?” I ask as I wrap my own hands around his wrists.
I inhale his scent—cigarettes, motor oil, and leather—as I look into his eyes. He looks so serious, so hardened, and so gorgeous.
“You’re embarrassed of tampons, you’re too fuckin’ nice to that bitch you should have scraped off years ago, and you’re right here lookin’ up at me like I’m something special and not some piece of shit like you should be. That’s why I’m here, princess. That’s why I ain’t been able to get your sweet, innocent face out of my head for days. That’s why I couldn’t wait another twenty-four hours to see you.”
I open my mouth to say something, to reply to his gruff but sweet words, but I don’t get the chance. His lips are on mine and his tongue invades me all at the same time.
I moan when his hands leave my face and twist in my hair to tilt my head back even further, taking the kiss even deeper. He’s consuming me, and I wonder if I’ll even survive him.
“I came here to feed you before I did anything else,” he murmurs against my lips once he breaks the kiss.
“Feed me?” I ask in confusion.
“Take you out,” he murmurs as his lips find my neck. He begins kissing behind my ear.
“Like on a date?” I ask in surprise.
“I guess, yeah,” he mutters.
“I… I didn’t take you for the dating kind of guy.” I sigh as his tongue snakes out and licks the shell of my ear.
“I’m not; but you deserve better than me, so I’m gonna give you the best I can be,” he whispers before he nips my earlobe.
“We don’t know each other, not really, so how can you say that I deserve better than you?” I breathe.
“Because I know me,” he says taking a step back. “I know you work in a bank, you wear cute as shit little skirts and tops to work. I carry a gun and knives, and I’m not afraid to use them, as you know. You blush at just about everything, it’s cute as fuck, but it also means you ain’t lived a hard life. You don’t need a hard life. You deserve a good, clean man at your back. I can’t give you that, I’ll never be able to give you that, but I can give you the best version of me that I know how to give.”
“It doesn’t matter what you think I deserve. Just give me you,” I say, looking into his eyes as I watch them darken.
“We ain’t making it to dinner. I’ll order takeout later,” he murmurs before he picks me up and carries me to my bedroom.
I feel Johnny stumble and then grunt, as he trips over something. He sets me down and bursts out laughing as he takes a look at my room. I’m completely embarrassed. I was going to pick up tonight.
My floor is a mess, a mixture of clean and dirty clothes and shoes litter the small space. My bed is also unmade and my hot pink sheets are now on full display. My face heats with embarrassment at the sight.
“Here I thought you were some kind of neat freak,” he chuckles before he turns to me.
“Well, I clean once a week, but I’m kind of messy when it comes to my clothes,” I admit.
“Well, I hate cleaning, and I’m a fuckin’ pig. So this, it’s nothin’ and it don’t bother me one bit. Now get over here,” he murmurs as he walks over to my bed and sits down.
I follow behind him, cautiously. Then I walk between his spread thighs.
“You on birth control?” he asks as he wraps his hands around my hips.
“The shot. I went on it when I turned eighteen,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone since I got on it, though.”
“I’ve fucked without a condom a couple of times, but I’ve been tested since the last time, which was over ten fuckin’ years ago. Those bitches at the clubhouse are tricky, always trying to trap brothers with babies and shit. I always wrap it up,” he says.
His words make me cringe. He’s probably been with so many women it would make my head spin.
“Plus, I get to the doctor once a year for a check-up and get tested. Just had my physical four months ago.”
“Okay,” I say.
“You gonna be my princess?” he asks, looking up at me.
“Can you tell me what that means to you, what it looks like to you?” I ask.
“Means you’re my woman. You’re mine and nobody else’s,” he shrugs.
“And you?”
“You asking me if I’m going to be fucking any whores?” he asks with a grin.
I don’t answer. Instead, I just watch him. I stare and wait for his response. I have a feeling if he’s ever been exclusive, it was a good long while ago.
“Only fuckin’ you, Hattie, as long as we’re together,” he murmurs as his thumbs rub circles on my hips.
“So is it only sex, then?” I want, no, need clarification.
“I’m your man. Whatever you need from me, you got. It’s not just sex. I want to get to know you. Can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits.
By the look on his face, the surprised look, I don’t think he’s ever said the words before.
“Okay, yeah,” I whisper.
“Also means I’m in control,” he grunts as he unbuttons his pants and lifts as he pulls them down over his hips.
I sink to my knees and take his boots and socks off before I pull his jeans and boxers down. I watch as he removes his vest and his shirt.
“Put my cut on your chair, yeah?” he says.
“Cut?” I ask, taking his leather vest from him as I stand.
“This is my cut. It shows my rank in the club, and it’s a piece of my brotherhood,” he murmurs as I set it down and then return to my spot between his legs.
“I thought it was just a riding vest,” I mutter.
“My sweet princess,” he chuckles as his hand slides through the side of my hair and his fingers tangle in the strands. He tips my head back so that my eyes are on his.
“You’re in control,” I murmur.
“I am. Of you, your orgasms, and of your body.”
I try to suppress the shiver that rolls through me, but I can’t stop it—neither can I stop my nipples from pebbling into hard points.<
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“I wasn’t just warning you that I was going to ruin you. It was a promise, Hattie,” he murmurs.
“I think I should be scared,” I say.
“Yeah, you should.”
“But I’m not. Control me, take me, and ruin me,” I practically beg, pressing my thighs together at my place on the floor.
“Strip. Then you’re gonna suck my cock until I’m about to come, but my cum won’t be on your tits this time, I’m going to paint that gorgeous face with it,” he says. I try not to scrunch my nose at the talk of his cum on my face.
“It’ll be beautiful,” he murmurs.
He’s looking down at me almost tenderly, and I think to him, it will be gorgeous, even if it isn’t something I think of as necessarily attractive or appealing.
It’ll make him happy, and it’s something I can deal with, especially if he looks at me the way he is right now afterward.
I take all of my clothes off, leaving them on the floor next to me before I wrap his hard length in my hand and lean forward, kissing the tip of his dick. I hear him moan and I look up at him before I take his head in my mouth.
“Such a pretty girl,” he rasps. “Take as much of me as you can, Hattie.”
I open my mouth wide and envelop him, taking him as far down my throat as I can, which isn’t all that far. He curses above me and buries his hands in my hair, pulling my neck back a little more before he slowly pushes a bit farther down my throat as he stands.
“Breathe through your nose,” he mumbles, his eyes focused on mine.
I try to relax, calm myself, and do as he instructs—breathe through my nose. Johnny slips further down, and I can take him. I relax as much as I can. With his eyes on mine, his chocolate irises focus completely on me, soft and gentle, I feel like I can take on the world.
“Put your hands behind your back, princess,” he gently orders. I do it, happily.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so fuckin’ pretty right now,” he groans as he thrusts his hips a little faster in and out of my mouth, careful not to go any further than I can take.
I feel his dick harden even more and then he pulls himself out of my mouth and uses his hand to stroke himself before I feel the first spurt of his cum hit my cheek.
I flinch every time a stream lands on my face, but when I open my eyes, I see the way Johnny is looking down on me. It’s with that same softness from moments ago, yet there’s heat mixed in there, and a little awe.
I don’t move, or even speak, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. Then he lifts his hand and trails his fingers from the top of his cum, down to my chin. Repeating the move until my entire face is covered in his release.
“Gorgeous,” he finally murmurs. “Now come up here and I’ll reward you.”
I watch as he lies down on my hot pink sheets. I smile at the sight of him and all of his black tattoos against my extremely feminine bedding.
He shouldn’t look as good as he does there, he shouldn’t look like he fits, but he does. I climb onto the bed and kneel next to his hips, unsure of what he wants next, and honestly wanting to clean my face off.
“Straddle my face,” he orders.
My eyes widen and I shake my head slightly. I can’t do that. No way.
“Now,” he growls.
I quickly scramble up his body and place each of my knees beside his face and hover above him. I’m afraid to actually sit down. It’s such an odd thing and I’ve never done anything like it. I’m afraid I’ll suffocate him, or at least hurt him somehow.
“Let me taste this pussy, my pussy,” he murmurs.
His fingers wrap around my thighs and he pulls me down against his mouth.
He licks my center with one long stroke before he wraps his lips around my clit and flicks his tongue quickly back and forth, I melt.
I completely forget about the cum staining my face, the fact that I could smother him with my pussy, and all my insecurities.
Instead, I grip his hair with my fingers and I grind against him, enjoying the feeling of his mouth, his tongue, and his perfect scruffy, short beard against all of me.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe as his hands grab hold of the cheeks of my ass and guides me faster and harder against him.
Johnny moans and I feel it throughout my entire body. Then, I feel his finger press against my ass, and I freeze.
“You’ll like it,” he murmurs beneath me.
I start to protest, but before I can get a word out, he begins to massage me there.
My eyes widen and I look down at him. I can’t see anything but his brown eyes between my legs, and they’re fascinating. I suck in a breath as his tongue slides inside of my pussy at the same time his finger gently slides into my ass.
I can’t hold the groan in at the feeling. It’s more than I’ve ever felt. More intimate, more intense—more everything.
My thighs start to shake around Johnny’s ears, and then I come. I cry out as I pinch my eyes closed tightly and wrench my head backward, coming long and hard while he continues to eat me and slide his finger in and out of my ass.
It’s all so much, and yet, it feels so good that I wish it could go on forever. When my body is spent, I slump over and Johnny pushes me down to his waist as I lie my head against his chest.
“You’re exactly what I want, Hattie,” he murmurs against my head. I don’t understand it, but I don’t ask any questions.
“Let’s take a shower, eat, then I’m finally going to fuck you,” he suggests. I nod against his chest before I slide off of him.
We walk together to the bathroom and I shriek when I see my face. What little makeup I wear has smeared, and my face is flushed and covered in his cum.
My hair is knotted, matted, and crazy looking to top it all off. I start to turn from my reflection when I feel Johnny behind me, his hand going to my neck and holding me still, forcing me to look into the mirror.
“You look so fuckin’ gorgeous right now, Hattie,” he murmurs against my ear.
“I look terrible,” I whisper as my eyes water.
“Fuck no, you don’t. First, you could never look terrible. Second, you’re covered in my cum and your hair is a mess from being with your man. You look like my naughty angel. My princess.
“All mine, every single piece of you is mine. This is just the beginning for us. I’m not a gentle man, and sometimes I may want to paint your whole body with my cum. To me, you’ll look the most beautiful accepting that, accepting all of me,” he rasps.
I don’t say another word, and neither does Johnny. Silently, we step into the shower together. It’s quiet but fun as we take time to wash each other’s bodies.
I like that he lets me explore him, he doesn’t laugh at me or roll his eyes, he watches. He watches the way I touch him and encourages me to feel all of him. Then, he cleans me thoroughly, including my face. He even washes my hair.
Once we’ve dried off, I change into cotton shorts and a tank top as he orders us dinner. Pizza. Not my favorite meal, but Johnny said he was starving and I haven’t had it in a while.
Plus, it’s the fastest delivery place in my small town. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on the door and he runs to the bedroom to get his wallet.
I don’t think, I don’t look in the peephole. I just answer the door.
Chapter Seven
DIRTY JOHNNY
I pull my jeans on, grabbing my wallet as I do, to pay for the pizza. Damn, those fuckers were fast. I walk out of the bedroom to a man’s raised voice, followed by Hattie’s sweet voice sounding irritated.
I put an unlit cigarette between my lips, with the intentions of having a quick smoke before I eat, when I look up at see a cop in her doorway. Not just any cop, either. Her brother.
“So you’re fucking him? Willa was right, then?” he says, looking down at Hattie.
“That’s none of your business, Andy,” she says. I wish there was more fight to her, but she’s not the type.
“There a problem?” I ask, walking up behin
d Hattie and placing my hand on her hip.
“Yeah, you’re here at my extremely young, little sister’s place, using her. It’s a big fucking problem,” he announces.
“She’s over eighteen, and I’m not using her,” I scoff.
“How old are you?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
I roll my eyes and think about ignoring him, but it wouldn’t take much for him to find out everything about me, if he doesn’t already know. I’m in the database. I’ve been popped a few times doing shit for the club. I’m no fucking choir boy.
“I’m thirty,” I announce and watch the color drain from his prick face.
“He’s eleven years older than you, Hattie. That’s fucking disgusting. He’s using you, fucking using you just so he can fuck a tight bodied nineteen-year-old, then he’s gonna be fucking gone, you watch,” he shouts.
I move Hattie to the side and step in front of her, unable to watch this asshole scream in her face for another second. Spewing his shit. I could fuck nineteen year olds all day long if I wanted to. I want Hattie because she’s Hattie. Her age doesn’t have anything to do with it.
“Get the fuck out,” I grind out.
“I don’t have to do dick. Did you forget I’m the one in a uniform and you’re the one in a thug ass gang?” he laughs in my face and my fist curls.
“Yes, but this is my residence, and I’d like it if you’d please leave, Andy,” Hattie says softly from behind me.
“I came over here to help you. Willa was genuinely concerned about you, I am, too. I bet this guy has a record, Hattie, and you’re letting him use you,” he says, spewing more shit at her.
“Andy, Willa only cares about herself. Please, don’t do this. I’m an adult and it’s really none of your concern who I spend my time with,” she all but sighs, as if the conversation is tedious and annoying. It is, and her awareness of it makes me chuckle.
“He’s going to fuck you up, and you’ll be all alone when he does,” Andy roars. I can’t listen to another word.
I choose that moment to slam the door in his face. I turn around to face Hattie and see that she has tears falling from her eyes.
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