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Unbearable

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by Amity Cross


  "You want it, babe," he drawled into my ear. "Why do you think I invited you?"

  Stepping back, I curled my hand into a tight fist and punched the cunt square in the eye. I was too riled up to notice the crowd parting around us and I had no idea where Mick was, but as Dex held his face in shock, I kicked him in the balls. Fucking touch me up without my permission...

  "Bitch," he yelled. "You're fucking done."

  "I'm fucking done? You're a nobody. After this nobody will ever want to work with you, you hear me? Nobody."

  I went to kick him again, but an arm wrapped around my stomach, hauling me away. "Fucking pervert," I screeched. "I hope your dick shrivels up and falls off."

  "Fuck, Montgomery." Mick.

  "Let me go!" I thrashed against him, hungry for a fight. The tension I'd been holding onto for months had finally snapped and it was far from pretty. I didn't give a fuck about the scene I was causing, I wanted blood.

  "You need to calm the fuck down is what you need to do."

  "Don't tell me what to do!"

  Cool air hit my skin and I realized he'd carried me all the way outside. I was dumped on my feet and I went to turn, but he grasped my wrist, pulling my hand into the light.

  "You're gunna bruise," he said.

  My heart was thumping so hard, I didn't realize that he was holding onto me at first. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I glanced at my hand in his and realized I still wanted it. Him and me. What was he even doing here?

  "We've gotta get some ice on that," he went on.

  I was going from hero to zero and I felt my entire body begin to shake.

  "Shit, Montgomery. I never knew you had it in you. I mean, fuck woman. Look at you."

  "What's that meant to mean?" I asked, collapsing back against the wall.

  "You're a tiny thing and you probably bruised that guy's eye shut. Fuck, you kicked his nuts so fuckin' hard they probably got sucked into his crotch."

  "Good." Bending over at the waist, I shook my right hand. Now that the adrenalin was beginning to wear off, a deep-set throb was pulsing through my knuckles.

  "C'mon," Mick said, coaxing me forward. "Let's find a store someplace and get ice on that. You'll thank me tomorrow."

  "When did you ever punch someone in the face?"

  "Plenty of times."

  Despite all the anger I felt and all the pent up sexual tension that throbbed through my crotch at his slightest touch, I let him wind an arm around my waist and pull me into his side. I felt his body against mine and I was just so beat, I let it wash over me. I felt violated in the worst possible way, but the softness my crush was holding me with negated all of that.

  I'd thought Mick Savage was the kind of guy who just fucked and tossed, and in a way he was, but I'd never seen this side of him. I didn't think it could exist. Maybe I was dreaming.

  Yeah, that sounded about right. I was dreaming.

  Mick sat me on the ground out the front of an all night convenience store while he went inside for ice. I was bathed in the glow of the fluorescent lighting, kinda feeling shell-shocked now more than anything. I'd wanted a fight and I'd gotten one. Not exactly what I had in mind, but at least I didn't feel angry anymore.

  Holding my wrist, I inspected the damage across my knuckles. The skin was reddening and every single bone was aching from the impact with Dex the douche canoe's face. Yet another fucking guy who only wanted sex. I wasn't a hole. I was a person and I wasn't standing for it. Mick could be as nice as he wanted, but I wasn't his hole either. If he tried something I didn't want, then he'd probably suffer the same fate.

  A shadow loomed over me and I glanced up at Mick, who held out a plastic bag full of ice cubes. When I didn't move, he sat next to me and pressed it against my hand and took the one curled around my wrist, placing it on top of the bag. The cold seeped through my skin, numbing the ache and I closed my eyes.

  We sat awkwardly on the edge of the gutter, a meter of air between us. Moving the plastic bag back and forth across my aching knuckles, I glanced at him out the corner of my eye. His gaze met mine and despite all the rage that was still inside me, I felt my lips curve into a smile.

  I let out a laugh, casting my gaze away and then Mick snorted. Soon, we were laughing so hard, tears began to stream from his eyes and it only spurred me on.

  "Did you see the look on that guys face?" he asked, wiping his eyes.

  "I told you I could take care of myself."

  "I didn't believe it, but I do now."

  "Fuck, it felt good."

  "You're full of surprises, you know that?"

  "He felt me up," I said, the laugher disappearing from my voice. "He tried to finger me in the middle of that pit…"

  The smile fell from Mick's face and his brow began to distort into pure anger. "I need to teach that prick a lesson in manners."

  "But I already did that for you," I interrupted before he could get all macho about defending my honor.

  He let out a long sigh and flexed his fingers like he'd been wound up so tight he'd been on the verge of exploding. "Look, I'm really sorry about everything," he said. "Like the stupid fuck I am, I had no idea about-"

  "You don't have to do anything."

  "Sasha. You need to let me explain-"

  "I don't want it to change anything," I interrupted. "Don't feel like you have to do anything. I don't expect anything. It's my shit to deal with and you should never have had to find out."

  "How is that fair?" he asked.

  "What do you mean?"

  "How is it fair for me to keep doing bullshit in front of you while-"

  "Mick, please. Don't ruin tonight. Things are better, I promise. Let's just leave them that way, okay?"

  He nodded and looked out across the deserted car park.

  "Please don't tell anyone."

  His expression tightened. "Alright."

  Stumbling to my feet, I hugged my hand and the bag of ice against my stomach. My high had well and truly worn off and I just wanted to go back to the hotel and curl into the fetal position.

  "C'mon," I said. "Let's go find a cab."

  With a grunt, Mick got to his feet and we walked back to the main street in the semi-darkness, the space between us opening even further.

  I had to tell myself it was better this way. Our silent truce. No one would get hurt and things would go on a little easier. He wouldn't feel obligated and I wouldn't feel so invisible. In time, my crush would fade.

  It was better this way.

  Mick

  I realized quite a few things about Sasha Montgomery that night.

  One. She could fight dirty. Literally and metaphorically. Two. She had a depth to her that I found utterly fascinating. Three. She was nothing like any woman I'd ever met. In a good way. And four. My cock was fucking hard for her.

  We rode back to the hotel in silence, the only sound the crackle of the plastic bag as she moved it over her hand every so often. When we got out, she dumped it in the bin inside the lobby. I was dying to take her hand and make sure it was okay, but somehow I knew she didn't want me of all people fawning over her. She was made of tough stuff and it'd probably hurt her pride more than soothe it.

  As we stood in the elevator and walked down the hall to her room, there was one thing that was bloody fucking obvious to me now. I'd seen Sasha Montgomery…I'd actually seen her for the woman she was…and I liked what I saw. I more than liked. I wanted. More than once. More than twice. More times than I could count.

  She could push me away, she could fucking smack me one with those tough little fists of hers, but if I didn't kiss her I might as well hurl myself out of the window and splatter all over the footpath like the pansy-ass prick I was.

  "Thanks for walking me back," she said, swiping her key card through the lock.

  "No problem. How's your hand?"

  "It'll be fine."

  "Good."

  She propped the door open with a shoulder and looked up at me with her beautiful fucking eyes. "See you tom
orrow at the studio."

  "Yeah…"

  The light flipped on in her room and she went to close the door and I snapped to attention. Let her give me a black eye, it'd be worth it. Slapping my palm against the door, she stepped away in surprise as I pushed her back into the room and tugged her against me. When my lips hit hers, the dull ache that had been spreading through my entire body flared into life and every nerve ending began to burn. I think the door closed behind me, but everything else seemed to blast out of existence. Fuck it all to hell and back. This woman...

  Her lips parted in a gasp and I slid my tongue against hers, not holding back even a millimeter. My hands were in her hair, holding her lips against mine so hard there was no escape. I'd kissed a load of women. I'd fucked just as many, but none of them had tasted as good as Sasha fuckin' Montgomery. And the thing that was blowing my mind was the fact that she was kissing me back just as hard.

  After all the shit I'd pulled in front of her all these years. After our argument yesterday, after forcing her to let me tag along to that gig… How the fuck hadn't I seen her before?

  Her fingers were digging into the skin of my waist, moving underneath my shirt, brushing against the waistband of my jeans and I couldn't hold it in anymore. My cock was hard and pressed against her stomach and every tiny move she made was painful. "I fuckin' want you, Montgomery," I said between kisses.

  "I can feel that."

  "Fuck, you've got a smart mouth. You gunna give me a tongue lashing?"

  "He's a fucking comedian," she drawled, pushing me away.

  Without her body against mine, I felt ice cold. "Sasha."

  "I'm not fucking stupid, Savage," she growled at me. "I'm not one of your groupie whores."

  "Then why did you kiss me back?" She wanted it, right? She'd had a crush on me forever. Why not give her the thing she'd wanted for years?

  She stepped forward and thumped her fist against my chest. "You never looked at me until you knew you could get an easy fuck out of it."

  I grabbed her wrist again and held her close, trying to pretend her comment didn't cut. "Answer the question, Montgomery."

  She gazed up at me and she was so fucking beautiful and vulnerable, whatever happened next was going to break me.

  "Everything is telling me to kick your ass out. That you just want a one time thing. That you're going to treat me just like all those other women. I don't want to be like them. I'm not like that. I-" She sucked on her bottom lip and I could tell she was trying not to fucking cry. "I want you but not like that. I don't want to be thrown out like trash."

  I let go of her wrist and she stepped back. What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? That was exactly who I was. Sasha was Affliction's manager for fucks sake. What kind of dickhead would I be if I ruined that for the guys? For her?

  "I'm such a stupid fucking bitch." She dropped her head into her hands, taking my indecision as rejection. "Please, just get out."

  Fuck that. Pushing her back against the wall, I pressed my lips against the soft skin just below her ear. "Maybe I want more, too."

  "Don't say it," she whispered. "Don't say it if you don't mean it."

  "I've been a blind fucking idiot." I nipped my teeth against her skin and her entire body quaked against mine. Pushing my luck, I coaxed the vest from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor with a dull thud.

  "Savage…"

  I pinned her in place with my hips as I trailed feather-light kisses along her neck and down her jaw, distracting so I could tug at her T-shirt. I was dying to see what she looked like underneath and when I pulled it up, she let me drag it over her head and fling it over my shoulder.

  "Mick-"

  Pressing my lips against hers, I cut off her protests, letting my hands feel her soft skin, letting them skim the edges of her bra. Sasha wasn't like those other women. She was precious. She deserved to be savored. Every single part.

  She was kissing me back, her tongue twisting with mine, fingernails digging into the back of my head. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I wasn't sure she wanted it. Not the way I wanted to do it.

  Just as I was about to flip open the clasp of her bra, she pushed me back with the flats of her palms. "Mick…"

  "No?" I asked huskily.

  "I'm not sleeping with you." Her gaze was cast away, but I saw the flush in her cheeks.

  "Okay," I replied, disappointed as fuck, but there was no way I was doing anything she didn't want. I was a jerk, but I wasn't a fuckin' criminal. Spinning her around, so her back was flush with my chest, I pressed my cock against her lower back.

  "At least let me give you something," I murmured, kissing her exposed neck. "Let me touch you."

  "Mick, I-"

  "Shh." I trailed my fingertips over the lace of her bra, feeling her hard nipples pressing through the material. If she was already this turned on, what would be waiting for me in other places? The thought was fucking dangerous. This had already crossed a line, but it wasn't too late to go back. If I went further, then it'd be too late.

  "Let me erase that fucker from your skin."

  Pinching a nipple in between my forefinger and thumb, she gasped and arched into my hand, letting her head fall into the crook of my neck. I wouldn't get to fuck her, but feeling her reaction against my body was just as satisfying. It would be the thing I beat off to later. My lips curved into a sly grin. Fuck, who would've thought I'd jack off with thoughts of Sasha Montgomery in my head? No one.

  Flipping open the button on her shorts, I pushed them over her hips and they fell around her ankles. I was already pushing her knickers off as she kicked her feet out of her boots and the scrap of denim that had been covering her perfect little ass. I was taking her eagerness to get naked as a yes, but the moment she said no…it was hands off.

  Circling her clit once, I delved deeper and stroked the length of her pussy. She wasn't just wet...she was soaking. Spreading her arousal over my fingers, I came back to her clit and lavished attention on it in soft circles. Lightly at first, tickling the little bundle of nerves with the pads of my fingertips. Her breathing was coming faster, her body rigid against mine and every so often a moan would burst from her lips.

  "Do you like that?" I whispered into her ear.

  "Mick. Please."

  "Please, what?"

  "Harder." I pinched her clit and her hand flew up and grasped the back of my head. "Shit," she moaned, starting to roll her hips against my hand.

  "That's it," I said, pressing my crotch against her ass, working the friction of her movements against the outside of my jeans.

  Palming her clit, I slipped a finger just inside her opening, imagining what it would feel like to have my cock buried in her. What it would feel like to thrust in and out and how tight she'd be. I wanted to know how it felt to have her clench around me as she came…but for now I'd have to be satisfied with this.

  Pushing my finger deep, I groaned into her hair. This was fucking torture. It was taking all my strength not to bend her over and fuck her stupid. I wanted to bury my cock in her and not fucking stop until I came apart. I never wanted a woman as badly as I wanted Sasha fuckin' Montgomery right now.

  Swirling my palm around her clit, she bucked against me, riding my hand and I added a second finger with the first. I fucked her faster with my fingers, adding a third when she was ready to take it. Somewhere in the frenzy, her lips found mine and she was kissing me, biting at my bottom lip, moaning and muttering fuck knows what. Women had been vocal with me, but that was porn-star vocal. This wasn't staged or put on for my benefit. I was doing this to her and she'd finally let go and was showing me how good it felt. There was the power I always had with everyone else and then there was this. This I'd take over anything and I hadn't even stuck my cock in her yet.

  "Come, Sasha," I murmured against her mouth. "Let me give it to you."

  Her entire body started to quiver and her pussy constricted around my fingers, but I kept pumping them in and out, massaging her clit as hard as I cou
ld. She was coming hard and long, her fingers digging into my shoulder and neck, lips parted against mine, her ass pressing against my cock.

  Pulling my fingers out, she whimpered, but I pressed them against her lips, urging her to take them. When she started to suck, wrapping her tongue around each one, I flexed into her ass, my cock so hard it was beginning to get really painful. She was fucking dirty and I instantly thought about what else she could lick.

  Finally satisfied, she crumbled against me and in one fluid movement, I had her in my arms. Half-naked, exhausted and totally at my mercy. I could just lay her down on the bed, spread her wide and take her, but instead, I set her down gently amongst the mess of covers and tugged them over her, covering her perfect little body.

  She gazed up at me through eyes hooded with sleep and I felt her fingertips lightly graze my forearm. For a second, I actually considered laying down next to her and just falling asleep. With a sigh, I pressed my lips to her forehead.

  "Good night, Montgomery."

  Then I went back to my own room to take care of myself.

  Sasha

  When the man you've been in lust with for three and a half years fingers you to the most explosive orgasm of your life, what the fuck were you meant to do?

  When I opened my eyes it was morning. I was laying in my bed, acutely aware that I was aching. Not all over, but in most places. I'd been bashed up pretty good in that most pit, even though it was only one song, and as I rolled over, I winced. I was bruised somewhere, but that had nothing on the dull throb that had set itself in between my legs. If Mick could do that with just one hand, what could he do with his cock? The thought made me instantly flare red with embarrassment. It wasn't like I'd never thought about what his dick looked like, or imagined it rammed inside me, but the thought that he'd stood behind me, pressing into the small of my back…in fucking reality... My vagina was constricting in on itself at the thought.

  I'd made Mick Savage hard.

  That was my wet dream come true and I wasn't sure it was what I wanted anymore. Not like this. Not because he felt obligated, but we'd already crossed the line, hadn't we? The moment he stuck a finger in me it was too late.

 

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