Come To Me (Owned Book 3)

by Gebhard, Mary Catherine

  I couldn’t come in her mouth.

  That was a hard limit with her. I started to pull out, but she sucked me back in, licking on the head, doing all the kind of shit that makes a man hiss. I banged against the wall which caused enough of a distraction for Lenny to look, and pulled out just in time. I came all over her chest, hot, wet spurts that landed between and on the perfect peaks of her tits. And would you believe that a smirk still played on her lips?

  I slid down her body, sucking and savaging as I went. The entire time I watched her mouth, because the minute I reached her pussy and slid my tongue from her ass to her clit, her smirk dropped. Her mouth opened and she sighed.

  How many different ways could I fuck this pussy? I’d spend the rest of my life figuring that out.

  “You’re going to come,” I told her. I spread her legs wider, plunging a finger in as I sucked on her folds. In response Lenny cried out. With a second finger poised at her entrance, I teased light circles. She whimpered.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m going to come.” She gasped as I entered. I glanced up and let me say, I had a great view. She pulled on the belt, but that wasn’t coming loose any time soon. I had her thighs spread and wrapped around my neck, so they were stuck as well. The only thing that could move was her head, which she thrashed and moaned as I tongue and fingerfucked her cunt.

  “Too much, I need you in me!” There was no smirk on her lips; she was too busy trying not to lose it—as if that was possible. Me on the other hand, I was grinning pretty wide as I took another long lick of her pussy.

  “Vic!” She wailed. I put a third finger in her cunt just as I felt her tighten and quiver around me. I wanted to stretch her, fill her, make her scream. I could see her belly tense just as the third finger joined the other two, and then she let out a scream, but this scream was unique, unlike the others that had shattered my heart.

  This scream was like fucking music, and combined with her pants, her groans, her wails, it was like a symphony in that hotel bedroom.

  Slowly her legs loosened and her arms slackened in their restraints. I pulled my fingers out, watching how she shivered. I took another kiss, sucking in her clit to watch her buck. Then I sucked off my fingers because, fuck, she tasted good.

  Lenny breathed heavily, her chin to her chest. I crawled up slowly and moved her hair off her sweaty forehead, then I started kissing her back to consciousness. I rubbed my palm slowly against her cunt, watching her move automatically toward me in her post-orgasm haze.

  “Mmm…” she mumbled. I took her bottom lip and pulled it out. Her eyes fluttered open and I let the lip go.

  “I’m finished,” she muttered, but that only made me laugh.

  “I’m not going to be finished until you’re limp, sweaty, and broken. Now let’s turn you over so I can come in that cunt of yours.” I grabbed her by her thick ass and turned her over. Her arms were still restrained and for a moment I contemplated pounding into her like that, because it was a pretty goddamn erotic sight. But I wanted to feel her now; I wanted her arms on me. I reached over and undid the knot, then grabbed her before she completely fell to the bed.

  When her back was pressed against my chest, she wrapped her arms around my neck. Even in her haze, she found me. I grabbed both tits in my hand, palming them until I was sure they were bruised. The thing about leaving a little pain was that then she would still feel me after I was gone. Moving aside her hair, I kissed a trail down her neck.

  “Are you ready to be fucked, Lennox?” I asked into the skin of her throat. She nodded, delirious.

  “Say it,” I reminded her, keeping her tit hostage in my hand.

  “I’m ready to be fucked, Vic.” Bending her back over, I guided my dick to her cunt. It slid right in, like fucking home.

  “Oh fuck…” Lenny groaned, fisting the sheets with her palm. I had thought I was going to come before, but as I pounded inside her, nothing was more fucking brutal than watching her bite and claw at the sheets. I could feel my orgasm about to flood me, and I wanted to bury it deep inside her. Still, I had to know one thing.

  “Who owns you?” I demanded.

  “You own me, Vic. Forever.”

  I think I should skip ahead, mostly because what happened the following month might seem boring. Lenny and I were many things, but boring…boring was never among them. I mean, it was pretty goddamn fantastic to us, but not everyone wants to hear about a month of straight fucking.

  That was all we did that month.

  We fucked, and we fucked a lot.

  Shit, we fucked so much I thought I almost broke my dick. “Is it broken?” I yelled. “It’s not fucking broken, Vic—oh, oh my god, is it broken?” We spent the next few minutes googling broken penis—did you know there is an entire website dedicated to teaching men about their broken or not broken penis? Yep, there is.

  And mine was not.

  Then we fucked more, because hey, my dick wasn’t broken, and couple’s counseling never really worked for us. The way we communicated, the way we healed, was with flesh. We mended fences not with glue, but with…well…another sticky white substance.

  You get the picture.

  Now a month later, we sat outside of the new home Lenny had purchased. I’d convinced her to finally cash in the life insurance, so at least we had that. Slowly I would start transferring funds from my accounts to her name, but the key word was slow. Some days I wondered if I should have buried gold bars instead of hiding my fortune in offshore accounts, in tiny algorithms and numbers.

  Life was complicated living as a dead man, to put it mildly. Everything had to be done in Lenny’s name. Theoretically I could come back from the dead, I could petition the courts, but all of that was a risk not worth taking. When Vic Wall died, so did his enemies. I’d made a lot of enemies, even if they weren’t as adamant as Alice.

  I had enough knowledge in creating fake identities that if for some reason I ever needed one, I could create one. Until that time, Lenny and I were content. The Vic Wall on paper might be dead, but I was more alive than ever living with Lenny. Plus we had a new home with a really, really sturdy bed.

  And no more lofted ceilings, just in case.

  On our deck, pale wood slats masked the sand that always blew onto them. Even then, I could see the grains piling up. Beach living was beautiful if you don’t mind sand in your house and up your ass. That night, the breeze was cold and salty, the ocean dark. Waves crashed angrily. Zoe and Lissie sat across from us, drinking hard lemonade, but that wasn’t the only hard thing about the dinner. The entire time we ate, Zoe pinned me with a vicious glare.

  “No Krav Maga tonight?” Lissie asked, giving Zoe a less than subtle jab in the ribs.

  Lenny looked at me. “I haven’t done Krav Maga in about a month.” I frowned, thinking back to the night I’d made myself known. She’d defended herself and hadn’t needed me. I wasn’t an asshole; I knew that was a good thing.

  “You were doing Krav Maga?” I asked. We’d been together a month, but really hadn’t done much talking. The sex was great, but it was always great between us, no matter the climate. This time was supposed to be different, we were supposed to be different. We were supposed to be a healthy, talking couple that shared things and talked about their feelings or some shit.

  Instead I’d been back for a month, she was already shirking her training, and I was clueless. I reached beneath the table and squeezed Lenny’s hand, realizing what an idiot I’d been. I’d thought our ways would change, as if simply wanting it would make it happen without any effort on either of our ends. Sitting across from our friends—well, judging by Zoe’s glare, perhaps former friend—I realized Lenny and I had hopped aboard the Titanic yet again. We’d been eating the food, dancing on the deck, and ignoring the iceberg.

  After our reconciliation we’d fucked and fucked and fucked, not because it was right for us, but because it was simpler. It felt great and we were good at it. It made it easier to ignore the iceberg filled with questions an
d regrets and fear looming straight ahead.

  “With you gone I figured I needed to finally learn. Now you’re back and…you know…” Lenny looked back to Lissie. “Anyway I’ve been busy.” Lenny had surprised me in the alley. She’d handled her own and there was nothing sexier than that. There was no reason for her to stop, no reason for us to go back to before. I squeezed her hand tighter but she yelped and I loosened.

  Zoe scoffed. “Figures.” Releasing Lenny’s palm, I placed my own above the table and braced myself for Zoe’s contempt. Eyes set firmly in her drink, Zoe refused to look anywhere but the clear colored martini. Still, the hostility radiating off her was as thick and hot as car exhaust.

  “Do you want to play charades or…” Lenny asked, attempting to break the tension.

  “When Nox said she had a surprise, I didn’t know it would be of the living dead variety,” Zoe said coolly.

  “I thought you would be more surprised, honestly,” I replied. When they’d arrived, Lissie had hugged me, handed me a weird pasta dish with marshmallows, and asked for a tour of the house. Nothing like when Eli had called me zombie.

  “Nox told us a week ago,” Lissie said, a smile on her face. Even sitting across from the dead, nothing could dim the girl’s glow. I looked to Lenny, once again tempering the feeling we were dancing beside an iceberg. I wasn’t upset with her for sharing my secret and then keeping the fact from me; the cold truth was that I wasn’t even surprised. If it wasn’t pillow talk it didn’t pass our lips.

  “I didn’t have much of a choice,” Lenny explained. “I mean Grace already knew and when I stopped returning their calls and texts for a month they thought I was going to kill myself.”

  “Quite the opposite,” Zoe muttered.

  “Zoe girl has been practicing what she would say ever since,” Lissie offered, smiling.

  “Have not,” Zoe said icily. “So what, you guys are like a fairytale now? Barbie dream house complete with black eyes?” Hitting Lenny was not something I would ever forget, and it apparently wasn’t something Zoe was keen to let me forget. I leaned forward, setting aside the dessert so I could get closer to Zoe.

  “You have to understand, Zoe—”

  “I don’t really have to understand anything, Vic. I gave you a chance to explain yourself months ago, then you faked your death, nearly took Lenny to the grave along with you, and now you’re back pretending like everything is all Donna Reed.” Zoe cursed under her breath, kicked herself out of the chair, and stormed inside the house.

  “I’m sorry…” Lissie attempted to say, but I put my hand up. She had nothing to be sorry about.

  I followed Zoe inside the house. Leaning against the kitchen island, she was angrily sipping water. I could see her lips moving, as if she was muttering to herself. I knew what that meant with Lenny; it meant get the fuck out and do not engage.

  Like I was walking into a minefield, I stepped inside the kitchen.

  “Where’s Thea?” I said, trying at small talk.

  “With a fucking babysitter,” Zoe snapped, eyes locked on the stainless steel fridge. “Why, have plans to kidnap her or something?”

  Sighing, I did a half-pushup against the island and spun around until I was sitting next to her. “We’ve never really talked about what I used to do for work, but you’ve been pulled into the shit because of it a lot.”

  With a loud clang, Zoe set her glass down. She turned, eyebrow raised, waiting for me to elaborate.

  “I can’t really explain it all over dinner,” I added. I’ll be explaining it all to Lenny for years.

  “Nice.” Zoe scoffed. She looked around the kitchen as if lost, then rounded on me. “Where the fuck is my coat in this goddamn fucking castle?” When I had nothing to offer (because I didn’t know, Lenny had designed the entire place), she brushed past me. “Whatever…I’ll buy a new one.”

  “But listen.” I grabbed her arm lightly. “I want to explain. I want to tell you everything. And the important part is that it’s over.”

  Her glare went from my hand to my eyes. “What were you, some kind of drug kingpin?”

  “Not exactly.” I released my grip, thinking about her words. I didn’t think it really mattered what I did; what mattered were the consequences. I could tell her about GEM, but that wouldn’t suddenly make what I’d done null and void. Lenny and I were still trying to figure that out.

  “You know, I had to accept a lot of things, Vic; Lissie and I both did.” Zoe folded her arms, glare harsh. “We had to accept that you were dead, but we also had to accept that our already messed up friend was going to be permanently fucked. We accepted it though, because that’s what friends do. When she left our house and went to Grace’s we didn’t get mad, we accepted it. When she stopped responding to our texts, we were prepared to accept the worst. You know what I won’t do? I won’t accept this.”

  When Zoe finished talking, I let her words hang heavy around my neck. Like everything else in my new life, they weren’t something I could easily fix, but they were something that would be in the forefront of my mind from now on.

  “Zoe…” I exhaled, looking around at my castle. Stainless steel was my only requirement, because of the germs, then Lenny went and had her field day. Everything was white, but there were splashes of color here and there. Isn’t there some saying about empty castles and kings? “You’re my closest friend.”

  I watched as Zoe’s tongue moved around in her mouth, then she dropped her arms with a sigh. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do with that information.” I shrugged, because I didn’t either. It just felt like something she needed to know.

  “I’m your closest friend?” she asked. I nodded. “When is my birthday?”

  “December second,” I replied instantly.

  Her brow quirked. “You’ve never gotten me a present.”

  “Birthday presents are fucking stupid.” Why should someone get a present for simply existing? Lenny and I still hadn’t come to an agreement on that. She thought existing was the biggest reason to get a present.

  Zoe’s eyes narrowed. “Where was I born?”

  “Missouri.”

  “The town.”

  “It doesn’t have a name.”

  Zoe waved a hand, unimpressed. “You could have looked all of that up in the creepy way you do.”

  I laughed. “Fine, ask me something I couldn’t have looked up.”

  “Why did we choose the name Thea?”

  “You tell everyone it was your grandmother’s name.” At my answer, Zoe gave me a tenuous smile. She patted me on the shoulder and started to walk back out to the patio. I wasn’t finished, though. “As a kid, Lissie had a doll named Thea. Before her parents divorced, when they fought, she would cling to Thea. They divorced, the house was sold, and Thea was lost. The first girl you loved was named Thea…around the time Lissie lost the doll. It was unrequited.”

  Zoe spun around. “We’ve never told anyone that.”

  “You guys talked about it, though, before the baby was born. We all went out, everyone was getting drunk. You and Lissie were together and weren’t drinking, out of solidarity for the baby’s mother even though she was—”

  “States away, yeah, get to the point.”

  “You didn’t think I was paying attention, but you guys started talking about names. Lissie joked about Thea, then it all came tumbling out. You both thought it was fate.”

  “That is super fucking creepy, Vic.” I shrugged at her. I’d never had friends. I’d never had family. Lenny had called me creepy many times, whether jokingly or seriously I couldn’t always tell. Zoe had just called me creepy. Creepy has a lot of different definitions, but generally it means you’re an outsider, someone who doesn’t understand, impinging on a world that isn’t your own.

  No one taught me how to love, but I did my best to do it anyway. Grabbing up our glasses, I put them in the sink so I could head upstairs. I wouldn’t waste any more of her time. They could have a girls night or some shit; they d
idn’t need the dead ruining the party. That was pretty fucking creepy.

  “But also sweet, I guess.” I stopped, foot on the stair. My black hair fell over my face as I leaned forward, unsure if I should turn around. “It’s all over?” she asked. I craned my head slightly, just so I could see her expression. Zoe’s glower had only lighted a little, but there was the hint of a smile.

  Later that night, after like fifty fucking rounds of charades, Lenny and I sat in bed about to watch a movie.

  “So what is this? Am I going to like it?” We weren’t even five minutes into the show and people were already singing and dancing. I had a bad feeling about it. Still, she said it was one of her favorites, so I was willing to give it a try.

  Even if that meant withstanding singing. And dancing.

  “You said you were going to be honest.” Lenny huffed. Folding her arms and turning to me, she continued, “You said you wouldn’t lie or keep anything from me any more.”

  “Okay…” I paused. “Well, to be honest, I really don’t think I’m going to like this. Do they dance the entire movie?”

  Rolling her eyes, Lenny stood to her knees and made the cushions squish beneath her. “Vic, it’s been almost a month and you haven’t told me anything else.” I looked at the TV then back to Lenny, not sure which torture I would prefer. “Vic?” Lenny pressed. I thought about the iceberg, and then I thought about what it would take to turn the wheel so we could avoid it.

  Well, here goes nothing. And everything. “I was adopted at five.”

  “I already knew that,” Lenny said, shifting so the blankets did a whirlpool around her knees.

  “Before then I was raised by my mother. I never knew my birth father. My mother was addicted to meth. She kept the shit out all over the place. One time I tried to eat it, because I thought it was candy and I was hungry. She beat me, so I knew to leave the candy alone.”

  “Oh, Vic…” Lenny fell back to the bed, placing her palm on my forearm. She was offering me comfort but I didn’t want it. I didn’t want anything except to get the shit I’d been shoving into a tiny box out of my brain.