by Jaci J
I don’t like the distance she puts between us.
“Where you goin’?” The idea that she’ll be out with some other fucker makes me see red. Makes me feel violent. It shouldn’t, but it does.
“Tsk, tsk. I’d tell you, but it’s kind of private, and since we’re just having fun and all...”
Grabbing her hand, I pull her back to me, not liking this little game she’s playing. “Don’t play games with me, Shay.”
“This isn’t a game, Niko. I’m just following your lead.”
“My lead? How? By fucking me and still dating other dudes?”
“I’m not fucking you anymore.”
The fuck she’s not. “You’re not?”
She shakes her head, a smile pulling at her lips. “I’m not.”
PRETTY MUCH HOW THE next two weeks go. Shay lets me fuck her, lets me bring her home, but that’s about it. She’s too busy doing fuck knows what to hang around the shop and get much work done. She’s always on her phone, always tossing that sexy side-eye and smile at any asshole who looks her way. Always too goddamn busy for me.
She claims it’s fun.
I call bullshit.
“Shay!” I holler, rolling to the door of my room and sticking my head out.
She doesn’t answer, but I know she can hear me because she turns the music up louder.
“I know you fucking hear me!”
Looking into the hall, she comes walking out of the bar. “What?”
“C’mere.”
I’m so fucking shocked when she does. She comes into my room and closes the door behind her. “Yeah?” She’s looking at me with innocent eyes and a sweet smile, and I know it’s gonna bite me in the fucking ass.
She walks up to me, chest to chest. “You need me?”
“Yeah, baby, I do.” My hand wrapped around her jaw, I bring her face to mine and kiss her, and she kisses me back. My tongue in her mouth, she lets me taste her.
“You need me?” she murmurs, pressing her chest against mine, one of the hands wrapped around my biceps and the other going for my cock.
I know it’s a fucking trap, but I just can’t help myself.
“Shay,” I groan, eyes rolling when she pops my fly and reaches into my jeans to fist my thick cock. She squeezes, her thumb rolling over the head.
Swear to Christ, I feel that shit to my toes.
“How bad do you need me?” she whispers, her lips still on mine.
I make the grave fucking mistake of saying, “Bad.”
I knew better, but I just couldn’t help myself. The woman makes me fucking stupid.
She smirks, pulling away from my kiss. “Well, that’s too bad, because,” she starts, backing away, “you’re gonna have a real bad case of blue balls that I could help you out with, using my mouth and tongue. But we’re just having fun, and sucking your cock doesn’t sound that fun right now.”
“You’re a fucking savage,” I growl, buttoning my jeans back up.
She smiles triumphantly. “I know.”
I’d chase after her, and fuck her until she couldn’t walk, but I can’t walk my damn self. The fucking savage has given me the worst case of blue balls.
“You better run, you little fucking brat.”
I hear her laugh as she disappears through the door. “I think I’ll walk, since it seems you can’t chase me.”
“Savage, baby.”
“Goddamn right I am.”
She’s not lying.
22
Shay
“Yo! Yo! Yo!” Alek shouts, greeting me from his room as soon as I open the back door to Custom. I can hear the wheels of his stool squeaking before he’s rolling into his doorway, smirking at me from his stool. “When you gonna let me tattoo you?” he asks as soon as I shut the door behind me.
That was from left field.
“Uh, hi?” I laugh, taking a couple of steps down the hall, head shaking.
Alek smirks, waving me into his room. “Come on, Shay, let this guy,” he starts, pounding on his chest, “tat you up.”
Tat me up? I’m not even sure I want a tattoo. As much as they fascinate me, and I find them beautiful, I’m not sure they’re for me. And besides, I don’t even know what I’d want or where I’d want it if I did.
“The only motherfucker giving her a tattoo is me,” Niko announces, walking through the main door from the lobby. He shoots his brother a glare before turning his dark eyes on me, challenging me to argue differently.
Alek just looks at me, ignoring Niko. “Whatcha want? A flower? A skull? A big ass butterfly?”
He makes me laugh. “None of the above?”
“I know you fucking heard me, fuckface,” Niko snaps, stepping between Alek and me.
“You didn’t even want her here at first, and now you’re acting like you fucking own her, dude. Calm the fuck down,” Alek argues.
Alek isn’t wrong. Niko is possessive, territorial, demanding, and very overprotective. And as much as I’d hate to admit it—me being the capable independent woman I am—I kind of like it. The way he puts his hands on me when a man looks at me, or how he puts himself between me and anything or anyone. The way he looks at me in a room full of beautiful woman, like I’m the only one he sees. His greedy touches. His possessive kisses. His selfish ways.
I like it. I like it more than I fucking should. But as he said, it’s just fun.
“Fuck you,” Niko growls.
“That all you gotta say? Fuck you? Clever.”
“Fuck you, and shut the fuck up,” Niko amends, crowding into me. He’s blocking my view of Alek, but I peek around him, offering him an apologetic look.
“Maybe a tattoo one of these days.”
Alek snorts, about to say something, when Niko butts in. “Over my dead fucking body. The only man putting hands or tattoo gun on your body is me.”
“Hey, Alek?” I pipe up, speaking loudly. “Pencil me in for next week for a big ol’ something on my ass cheek.”
“Which ass cheek? Right or left?”
“Both.”
Alek laughs loudly. “It’s a deal.”
Niko growls, scooping me up and chucking me over his shoulder. “The fuck you’re gettin’ a tattoo.” He walks me through the bar door and puts my ass on a table, pushing between my thighs. “You’re a pain in my fucking ass.”
“And you’re a bossy, possessive pig,” I counter indignantly, crossing my arms like a toddler having a tantrum.
Niko chuckles darkly. “Why? Because I don’t want some other motherfucker touching you, feeling you up.”
“He’s your brother.”
“And?” he counters.
“And I wouldn’t do that, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want to sleep with me either.”
“How do I know you’re not just blowin’ smoke up my ass?”
Wow.
That stings.
“I guess you fucking don’t. Ya know what? Maybe I will fuck your brother. Maybe we’ll fall in love, have a couple of kids.” I’m taking it too far, but come on. “And maybe we’ll invite you to the wedding.”
Niko throws his hand out toward the door. “Then go ahead, baby. Ain’t no one is stoppin’ you.”
Jesus, he’s a conceited dick. He knows damn well I’m not going anywhere. Not when one of his hands is on my thigh, wrapped around the inside of my leg, his fingers rubbing back and forth against my skin.
Asshole.
Niko
SHE’S PRETTY WHEN SHE’S pissed off. Shay’s got her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her tits up and together. She won’t look at me.
This is payback. Payback two times over.
“You mad at me, baby?”
“You’re fucking irritating,” she grumbles, licking her lips. “I don’t like you comparing me to your past hoes, thinking I’ll just walk off and sleep with Alek.”
I try real goddamn hard not to laugh, but it doesn’t work. “My past hoes?”
“Yeah. Apparently, some woman in your life fucked
, or tried, to fuck your brother. They must be hoes.”
She’s not wrong there. Not that my brother ever fucked any of them, and not that I would have cared if he had, but Shay is different. I’m not taking chances. I’m not fucking around.
She’s mine.
“The only woman I care about is the one sittin’ in front of me, pouting like a bad ass little two-year-old.”
That gets her attention.
Snapping her head around, she glares. “Fuck you.”
“Fuck only me, or maybe my brothers too? Just for clarification,” I joke, which catches me a quick little jab to the gut.
“Let me up.” Squirming and wiggling to the edge of the table, she tries to get away from me. That shit doesn’t work. The only thing it does it push her pussy up against my dick.
“Move,” she growls.
I stop that shit real quick, getting in closer to her, wedging myself deeper between her legs. “Not gonna happen.”
“Oh, it’s gonna happen.” She shoves at me, her hand on my stomach.
She’s sexy as fuck when she’s all fired up.
“Baby,” I chuckle, grabbing her hand and carefully wrapping it behind her back, holding her ass hostage.
If she really wanted up, I’d step back and let her go, but I know goddamn well she doesn’t really want that. What she wants is some cock. And I won’t lie, I want some of that sweet pussy.
Her skin is soft and smooth when I hike up her dress, pushing the material up her thighs toward her waist. Shay makes a half-assed attempt to stop me, swatting at my hand. “Jesus, Niko, I am not fucking you.”
“You’re not?” I ask, pushing her dress up around her hips.
She’s wearing a pair of purple lace panties, cutouts at the hip, with a thin piece of material, the only thing holding them up around her waist.
“No,” she growls, her voice fading into a sigh. “I’m not.”
“Really?” I tease, crouching down and getting face-to-face with her cunt.
I’m not the type of selfish motherfucker who doesn’t eat pussy. Maybe not every time, and definitely not with every woman, but for the right one? I’ll spend fucking hours eating the box.
And Shay’s? That shit is grade A, top shelf, prime pussy. I’ll eat that shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Shay locks her legs around my shoulders when I pull her panties to the side, her pussy dripping wet.
“Niko,” she groans, running her fingers through my hair, grabbing a handful when I lean in to get a taste. She pulls my head back, looking down at me, and I can see it all over her flushed face that she’s not gonna stop me, but she does tell me, “This is the last fucking time we do this,” before she lets my hair go, letting me get my taste.
Sucking on her clit, I stick two fingers in her cunt, making her clench down and moan.
Her pussy tastes like pussy, exactly how I like it. None of that frilly froufrou bullshit. I’m not gonna compare it to fruit or candy, or something sweet. She tastes like she should, and that’s fucking good.
She starts squirming, her legs shaking and her body tensing when I suck hard. “Shiiit,” she moans when I pump my fingers in and out of her juicy pussy.
Looking up her body, I smirk when she bites down hard on her lip. She’s chasing her orgasm, but I don’t let her have it that easily.
I slow my pace, playing with her cunt. Pulling my fingers out of her, I circle her clit slowly, before putting them back inside of her, and then do it again.
“God dammit, Niko.” Grabbing my head, she shoves it back between her legs.
I like her feisty, telling me what she wants.
I don’t want a limp noodle and a lame fuck.
She better ask or demand what it is she wants from me, because she knows goddamn well I’ll give her anything and everything when it comes to sex.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Why’d you stop?”
“Why the fuck not?”
Shay gives me a dirty look, replacing my tongue with her own fingers. “Because I wanna come.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Fuck yeah.”
23
Shay
Niko’s teasing me, expecting me to beg for it. Wanting me to work for it. After the shit he pulled in the hallway in front of Alek, the only person working for anything is him, and it’s for my time and attention.
I mean, this is fun, so why not enjoy it?
Am I embarrassed to be playing with myself in front of the hottest man I’ve ever seen? Fuck no. Not when I see his soulless dark eyes dilate, listen to his heavy breathing, and how his cock is pushing against his jeans.
Niko wants me as bad as I want him. The only difference is, I have self-control and he doesn’t.
I play with myself, running my fingers through my wetness, teasing my clit until I come. When my orgasm hits, I let my head fall back and my body starts to shake. I’m not even embarrassed at how loud I moan, or that Niko continues to watch.
His hands are on either side of my thighs, digging into my skin, keeping my legs spread wide.
He’s losing control, and I’m not one to be controlled.
Pulling my hand from between my legs, I hop up, my dress falling back into place.
“Where the fuck you goin’?” he growls, stalking toward me.
“Like you told me, if a motherfucker wants it, wants me, then he better work for it.” I throw his words back at him, proud of myself. You know, because I deserve better,” I add.
For a moment, Niko says nothing. He just looks at me before a very slow, very scary smile spreads across his face. “All right, baby. You wanna play games, I’ll play.”
“Nah,” I smirk, walking backward toward the door. “No games. I just want a man to work for it.”
My heart is beating wildly in my chest as I walk away, catching one last look he gives me before the door closes behind me.
I’ve never felt more confident and stupid at the same time.
I just walked away from the best sex of my life.
“YOU WHAT?” LUCY SCREECHES a few hours later, setting her wine glass down and staring at me with wide eyes over the table.
We’re at the bar having drinks, and I’ve regaled her with the story of how I walked away from Niko with the wettest panties of my life, and damn proud of myself.
“You’re an idiot,” she tells me frankly.
“Hey, I’m a fucking badass.”
“You walked away from a nine-inch cock and multiple orgasms. You’re an idiot.” She nods, resolute in her observation.
I am an idiot, but I’m also not playing into his possessiveness. If he wants to act like an insecure teenager, then he can jerk off like one—alone, in his room, and into an old sock.
“I walked away from his crazy possessiveness.” I walked away from a rough hard fuck and I’m okay with it.
“You walked away from some bomb-ass sex, my friend, but—” she holds up her glass, “—cheers to your self-control.”
“Cheers to being a badass.”
Lucy snorts, tipping her head to the side. “You’re a badass idiot.”
“True dat.”
Lucy and I drink, gossip, and laugh.
She’s my best friend, my only friend. “I invited a girl from the tattoo shop. I hope you don’t mind,” I tell her, checking my phone and seeing a text from Kendra. She’s here.
“Cool.” Lucy pops a fry covered in tartar sauce into her mouth.
Lucy’s cool with everyone. Friendly and fun. Down to earth.
Looking up from the fries, I catch Kendra walking through the door. Her bright hair is the first thing I see.
I called the shop after I left earlier, mainly to see if in the off-chance Niko would answer, and I could remind him of the pussy he didn’t get. But Kendra answered, and that was fine with me. I asked her out for drinks and she agreed. I gave her my number, the address, and the rest is history.
“Hey!” She smiles, sitting down at the open chair between me and Luc
y. “Thanks for inviting me.”
“Anytime. This is my friend, Lucy. Lucy, this is Kendra. She works at Custom.”
Lucy smiles. “Nice to meet you.” And Kendra returns it.
Kendra gets her drink and four seconds after, she downs half of it and turns her attention to me. “You’ve done a number on Niko.”
My eyebrows migrate up my forehead in surprise. “Oh yeah? Why do you say that?”
“I asked him if you were painting today and he snapped at me. Told me he didn’t want to hear your goddamn name again today.”
That makes me laugh. I got to him. I won.
“Really?”
“Yes, and then he walked out slamming the door behind him.”
That makes me happy, and my inner badass cheer. “He’s crazy.”
“Crazy obsessed with you.”
“Was he this way with his ex?” My question makes Kendra laugh hysterically. She laughs so hard she can barely talk. “Hell no! I don’t think Niko ever liked that woman.”
“He married her, though.”
“He married her because she was good in the sack,” a rough, crude voice says near my ear, making me jump and spin around.
Niko is standing behind me.
“Jesus, Niko, what are you doing here?”
“Workin’.”
Niko
“SO THIS IS HIM?” A curly-haired blonde asks, looking me up and down. The chick doesn’t even try to hide her judgement. She looks me over, head cocked, studying me before she looks at Shay.
“Unfortunately.”
The blonde looks back at me. “How much do you weight?”
“Lucy,” Shay scolds. “Don’t ask him shit like that.”
Not that I give a shit. “Two-ten.”
She nods, lips pursed in appraisal. “And you’re tall.” Her eyes go immediately to my cock before she looks back to Shay. “I believe it.”
Shay shushes her. “Will you stop?”
“No, I will not.”
“Niko, this is my best friend Lucy. Lucy, this is Niko.”