by Pamela Ann
Before this new transformation, I had been successful at blocking myself from giving in by losing myself to booze and countless women. At this instant, though, I was beginning to doubt my unyielding perseverance.
It was disgustingly shameful how I felt toward her. She was Jackson’s baby sister. Heck, at one point, I had treated and seen her like she were mine, too. Nevertheless, as the years had worn on and with my uncontrollable testosterone raging, it had become hard not to notice her.
Her presence put me at ease, calming me when my mind was a stressful riot. Beautiful Chloe with a smile that would sometimes make me forget my own pain, filling the dark void with her laughter and kindness.
Before my grandmother died, she was the one who took care of me when my own mother was oblivious to everything around her. Years of drowning in alcohol and drugs could do that to a person, so when she died, I didn’t have much to mourn, because she had barely been present in my life. Even still, the darkness, the loneliness she left me with hadn’t abandoned me since. It was Chloe’s persistence and kind words that made me decide to do something with my life.
Then the attraction grew, though I hid it for as long as I could … until that one night. I lost all control, gave in, and it had been hell to live my life, knowing I couldn’t give her what she sought from me. I didn’t want to get too close, because every woman in my life I had cared about had died. Keeping her at arm’s reach was safer for the both of us.
But tonight, this uncontainable anger possessed me the second I walked in and found out she was going on a date, looking like a sex kitten ripe for the picking. My dick twitched at the sight of her. I didn’t have to guess what would occupy the guys’ minds the moment they laid eyes on her.
And those boobs. Don’t get me started on those. Fuck. They looked so fucking deliciously good, mouthwateringly perky, soft, and just the perfect size for my hands to grab on to. The old Chloe was beautiful, but this newly evolved metamorphosis version of her was unsettling me more than I liked to admit.
It shouldn’t affect me, but it did.
The way she looked at me tonight, as if I mattered so little, as if I were a pest she couldn’t wait to discard and get away from. Seeing her react to me like never before … Well, that kind of hurt. I didn’t expect her to be so defiant, so cold and disinterested.
I muttered something incoherent as I strode to my room. So much for coming home early, hoping she and I could talk about what had happened last week. Little did I know she had meant it when she’d announced she was considering dating other people. I had thought I would be okay with it. Fuck, I even encourage it. Obviously that backfired.
It’s hard enough that I hated myself for feeling this strong attraction toward her. I couldn’t just forgive myself for being the fucking idiot who promised her a week ago that I needed time to man up to be in a relationship with her when I’d had no intention of fulfilling that promise. It had been a mad impulse, stemming from jealousy that she was thinking about other guys. And finding her with that arrogant fucktard hadn’t helped the demons that were already hounding my head. Tonight, she had added some motocross fucker onto that stupid list.
My head pounded so hard I felt as though it was about to implode.
After losing control that night I had taken her virginity, I had vowed never to cross that line again. And I had been successful at taking care of her without any regards to my needs. In my mind, it was my way of making amends for stealing what hadn’t been mine to begin with.
But having images of her moaning while under another man’s body made it hard for me to breathe. It was as though something were suffocating me, as if my insides were being ravaged by some foreign matter, and I had no way of stopping it from eating me alive.
“Fuck!” Hissing as I took my shirt off, I was taken by surprise when a knock rapped on my door, giving me a short reprieve from spiraling out of control.
I was heaving heavily when Jackson popped his head in.
“I’m heading out,” he said casually.
Making a careless nod, I ran a furious hand through my hair, despising myself over how things were between us. “Cool. I’ll see if I can come by later.”
“Yeah,” he said warily. “I guess it’s a good thing she’s going out—Chloe, I mean. I’m glad she stopped crushing on you, you know? Not like anything was going to happen ’cause she’s like a sister to you, too, but I don’t think she cared much about it.” He laughed with blatant relief on his face. “She’s not your type, thank God. I would’ve been weirded out about it.”
Swallowing the large lump in my throat, I tried to act detached and casual, as if this conversation were boring me to tears. “Yeah, me, too.” A strained laugh came out of my mouth, though I felt no less than a fraud. If he only knew what I had done to his sister, he would probably murder me with his bare hands.
“Aiight, then.” He tapped the doorframe before throwing me a nod. “Hit me up or whatever.”
“Yep.” I blew out my response, relieved he was leaving so no one could witness how fucked up I was.
Upon his departure, my mind ran rampant with thoughts again. If being pulled in both directions weren’t stressful enough, apprehension had seized me as I weighed the possibility of Chloe really going all the way with this biker dude tonight. She wasn’t that type of girl. I knew she wasn’t. Regardless, considering how Spencer had almost gotten what he’d wanted by caging her against the wall, I supposed it was inevitable once she had alcohol in her system. Add in the other major factor that she was responsive as hell, bent on making a valid point, and horny beyond recognition, and she was the perfect candidate for hitting the sack with some guy she found attractive and shared some decent amount of chemistry with.
Basing from her look earlier, I didn’t have to guess wildly. She was attracted to the guy, and I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I decided to jump in the shower, hoping it would cool my head and give me a new perspective.
That trick didn’t do much to abate the inferno.
Once I got out, my mood and temper had shifted from worse to bedlam. I didn’t bother drying myself before I hunted down my phone to check where she was right this instant.
It disclosed that she was presently in a restaurant, most assuredly enjoying her date with biker dude, probably flirting her way through each course, teasingly biting each morsel while letting the guy eye-fuck her from across the table.
Fuck! Triple fucking shit. She was screwing with my head, and for the first time in my sinful life, I had no idea how to make it fucking stop.
She was getting through to me, and not just physically and mentally. Chloe was giving me the feels, and I didn’t appreciate it one fucking bit.
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Chloe
“That was delicious. Thank you.”
Dream. It felt like a total dream to be sitting across from this fun, dirty talking, devilishly sexy, roughened man who had no reservations over detailing how he would explicitly seduce me from start to finish.
Starved, that was what I would call myself because nothing seemed to offend me when he referred to stripping me slowly during enjoying the appetizer. The entrée was so graphic it left me blushing, and if it weren’t for the wine to help me relax, I probably would have fainted when he went for an encore. By the time I finished with my tiramisu, I had one thing on my brain.
“Ready to take this elsewhere?” He asked.
Letting out a nervous laugh, I licked my lips and took a careful sip of my water. As much as I was attracted to him, I needed more time to adjust before diving into sweet disaster.
“Sure, but I was hoping we could stop by to say hi to my friend you met last night. He’s a bartender, so I figured, you know, we can have a few more drinks before … um … taking it elsewhere.”
Cori hid back a smile, pressing his lips while he toyed with his Red Bull vodka. “If you think that’ll make this more comfortable for you, Chloe, then I’ll go wherever you want. As long as you end up where I need you
to be, I have no problem waiting.”
Holy crap! Talk about a man on a mission. Hopefully Manolo’s wit would help me loosen up.
While Cori took care of the bill, I decided to text Chuey to meet us. Those two were a great distraction and a needed breath from Cori’s relentless pursuit. Yes, he was fucking hot, but a girl could only take so much flirting.
Arriving at the bar, I saw Chuey was there with his date, a guy named Jordy. Since they had met last night, it wasn’t difficult to slip back to easy conversation. So while they grilled him, I had a moment to gather my bearings, resume my love for Jack and Coke, and simply enjoy the company and surroundings.
“Come here,” Cori growled into my ear before planting both of his hands on my hips, synchronizing with my rhythm on the dance floor. “I want you,” he uttered, swiftly spinning me around so we were face to face. His eyes penetrated mine before they dropped to my lips then lowered to my chest.
“Do you like what you see?” I raised my brow, emboldened by the dimmed lightning and the alcohol in my system.
“Fuck. Yeah. Baby.” He smirked. “Hell fucking yeah.”
This was pure flirtation—the game—not much else. Sexual tension kept building up, and I was almost drunk with it.
Seeing I was getting lost in euphoria, he encouraged it by grinding his hard length against my stomach. When I felt it, I gasped from shock and excitement. That thing surely wouldn’t disappoint. But before I could make a move, someone tapped my shoulder.
Frowning, I cocked my head to the side to find a smiling Chuey.
“Sorry, but I have to borrow her. We’ll be back really quick.” He pulled me away without giving Cori a chance to protest.
A little annoyed at his interruption, I glared at him, my scowl apparent. “What’s the problem? You said juice. Isn’t he juicy enough?”
He gave a nervous laugh before looking like he’d just eaten a Sour Patch candy. “Eh, well, you know, boyfriend es right behind you.” That nervous laugh again. “He asked me to come get you. Forgive me.”
“What boyfriend?” I shrilled before checking out the person behind me who sat facing the bar. Sure enough, the bastard was there, casually sipping his beer.
Manolo was right in front of us, seeming speechless, as well. Both men seemed to have lost their tongues.
Without preamble, I marched toward him and almost screamed into his face, “You have no fucking business being here! Stop stalking me.”
“Outside,” he gritted out without looking at me before he finished his drink, slamming the glass down on the counter. “Now!”
I almost jumped at his angered tone. What was he furious for? I had done everything he asked with that stupid app idea. I was the one with grounds to be pissed off.
Warily, I watched him get up from his seat then stride past me and toward the exit without checking to see if I was following him. I was, which made me feel weak, but his tone had petrified me, enslaving me.
Upon reaching the balmy air of the city, I held my breath, anticipating him bombarding me with his anger. Instead, I got complete silence while he walked on.
No. This wasn’t happening again. No!
I fumed, halting my steps. “Will you stop? Where are you going? If you want to talk, let’s talk. Fuck, let’s have at it. You’re angry, so fucking what?” I yelled at him, fed up with the stupid games.
He did eventually halt his pace, but he didn’t face me. Instead, he nonchalantly took something out of his pocket, pulling out a cigarette before disinterestedly lighting it, as if he found this tedious, nothing but fucking background noise.
I snapped.
Rushing toward him, I franticly snatched the cigarette from his lips, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it. “Who the hell do you think you are? You think you’re my God? That I’ll do your bidding whenever you feel like it? I’m done! I’m going back inside and forgetting you’ve ever existed. This shit is over!”
“Take one more fucking step and you’ll know what hell really feels like.” His eyes were foreign to me, clouded, as if a squall was coming, and it was coming fast. “Go, Chloe.”
As terrified as I was, I knew he was testing me, playing his mind games.
Sickened by this game, I made up my mind. He should know better. I had meant it. I was done. So done.
“Good-bye,” I choked out.
Turning away from him, I was beginning to retrace my steps when I was suddenly up in the air and being carried over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” My legs were gripped so tightly I couldn’t use them to kick him. “Put me the fuck down!”
A second before I was about to scream the fucking streets down, he finally lowered me down in a darkened alley, trapping me against a brick wall, towering over me like he was about to punish me for disobedience.
Suffused with rage, my hand connected with his cheek, slapping him with all my might. “Let. Me. Go!”
Unaffected by my upheaval, he snarled at me, “No!” He roughly pushed me against the wall before crashing his mouth against my lips, annihilating my entire existence. “No,” he hissed out again before resuming his feverish kiss.
Clutching his chest, I kissed him with my swollen lips, my knees weakening as my mind turned to mush, opening up to him, while he took charge. Even through his kiss, I knew he was possessed with jealousy.
I felt his fingers against my thong, making me lose my breath. Pushing my underwear to the side, he began to rub my clit furiously while I moaned and shivered, feeling intimately exposed yet past caring that anyone could walk by any second.
Somewhere deep within, I could feel my release slowly begin to build, soaring higher as his fingers sped up. Then, just as I was about to catch a release, he pulled his fingers away, gazing at me, his eyes lost, full of rage, full of emotions, before his wet coated middle finger traced my bottom lip slowly, erotically. His tongue then traced where his finger had been, licking away my essence before that finger found its way to my lip again.
“Suck it. Show me just how you’d suck my dick.”
Lost in his spell, I mustered up the courage to do as he asked, hoping it would please him since my experience was nonexistent.
I grazed the tip of his finger with my tongue while my eyes lasciviously took him in. His face proved how this gesture was stimulating his arousal. Encouraged, I took his wrist, guiding his finger farther into my mouth, taking him slowly, deliberately.
His lips parted as his eyes intensely zeroed in on my lips. Without disconnecting from his menacing gaze, I used my other hand to travel lower, grabbing his rock hard length before I eagerly rubbed my palm against it through his jeans.
Lowering the zipper, I anticipated the feel of him in my hand as my heart caught inside my throat. For ages, I had craved to touch it, feel it, stroke it while I reveled in his reaction.
When I finally captured its thick silkiness, eagerly wrapping my greedy hand around it, a guttural sound gasped out of him. He was enormous, marvelous, and beautifully so. I couldn’t figure out how he had managed to fit it all inside of me. His cock was rigid with a few veins on its smooth surface.
Lost in my own selfish needs, my thumb carried on, caressing the tip of its thick, silky, bulbous head, smearing the moisture against it.
“Fuck, fuck. Damn you, baby.” Pressing his hard body against me, I heard him growl. It was so powerful his chest vibrated against mine. Then, before I realized what was happening, I felt his hardness push against my tight opening.
We both stopped breathing, our eyes devouring each other, hearts beating rapidly against our chests while we felt its pressure against my entrance.
“Forgive me, but I can’t resist you anymore,” he uttered before driving his cock inside me full throttle.
When I’d said I hadn’t had sex with anyone but him, I had meant that nothing had gone in there since him. Therefore, even though I was beyond wet and ready for him, it didn’t make it less painful. I felt the acute burning sting of him stretching me to the hil
t, knocking the air out of me.
“Are you okay?” he rasped out, blowing hot air into my ear while he kept thrusting inside of me, but not as rapidly as he had before.
Making a small nod, I encouraged him to take me, to take as much as he could, because I had ached to feel him for so long. The pain and everything else didn’t matter. Him, this … This was absolute.
“Don’t stop.” Panting, I kissed him until I no longer felt the burn as he glided in and out while my back gently grazed against the brick wall. “Fuck me harder … please.”
He was restraining himself, but for some insane reason, I needed him to take me no holds barred.
“I can, but I won’t. Not when you’re so tight. I won’t be able to last long. I’m already having a hard time controlling myself.”
“Harder. Give me that big, fat cock. All of it,” I commanded, reckless with abandon. “I love you.” My heart ached while my hands captured his face before repeating those words again. “I’ll always love you.”
“Chloe,” he harshly grunted before crashing his lips on mine, alleviating that ache deeply seated within me, taking me higher, fucking me deeper while I screamed his name as I came all over him. “Baby,” he thundered into my ear before he tensed, his hands gripping my hips as he plunged inside me before his thick, soul-crushing orgasm hit him.
He shattered as he exploded inside of me while my muscles contracted, gripping his shaft as he filled me with his seed while he breathed against my neck, holding me close, as if he were afraid to let me go.
Chapter 51
There was no going back inside after what I had just done. Cori might be wondering where I was, but I had a feeling that the boys would make an excuse for me. I didn’t have the willpower to face him, nor could I summon the courage to tell Drew where my thoughts were at the moment. We had just shared the most explosive sex, and I couldn’t bring myself to rock the boat.
Zipped up and patiently waiting, I took a moment to gather my bearings. Without a word from him, I could feel the weight of his gaze.