“Then I guess you better find your redhead.”
Being a smartass felt good. No wonder he was an asshole all the time.
“Maybe I should.” He lifted a sarcastic brow.
And just like that, I went from being a smartass to being pissed off. I pushed at his chest hard with my palms. When he didn’t budge, I kept pushing.
“You’re such an asshole.” I was heated and my breath was coming out in hard, pissed-off puffs.
“Well, you’re being a bitch right now so I guess that makes us even,” he snapped.
Out of nowhere I reared my hand back and slapped him across the face. It felt good to let my anger out. Had I known it would feel that good to hit someone, I would’ve gone around beating the crap out of everyone.
His nostrils flared as he glared down at me. A tiny red handprint began to form on his cheek. Maybe I’d gone too far this time. Maybe Zeke wasn’t against hitting a girl and he’d hit me back. Instead, he grabbed my cheeks and pulled me into a rough kiss.
At first, I was shocked, but in seconds I forgot what we were doing and I started kissing him back. The dresser shifted and bottles clinked as he pushed me harder up against it. I pushed back against him.
A tiny growl escaped his throat and he grabbed under my ass and lifted me onto Finn’s dresser. The back of the mirror slammed into the wall behind it. He pushed my skirt up, gapped my legs more, and pushed himself against me.
I broke the kiss and a growl escaped my lips. I pulled him against me as he went to work on the side of my neck. He bit softly at my collarbone and then dropped a kiss in the same spot. It drove me crazy.
I pushed my hands up the back of his shirt and dug my nails into his back. He made a loud hissing noise.
“Yes, that’s so fucking hot.”
Things were spiraling out of control. He shoved his hands up my skirt and pushed it up until it was around my waist. I leaned back onto the dresser and thrust my hips at him.
“I know what you want, baby,” he said roughly as he pulled my top over my head.
He leaned over me and started to suck on the top of my cleavage. It was rough and raw and I should’ve been appalled, but I liked it.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. Digging my fingers in his hair, I tugged a little when I felt him rip my bra down. He covered my nipple with his mouth and my body went into overdrive. I was overly sensitive and any time he pressed his hips against mine or bit down softly on my nipple, a noise I’d never made before came from my lips and I dug my nails into his skin.
The spot between my legs ached and the only time I could make the ache feel better was when I thrust my hips toward him. I didn’t even realize I was doing it over and over again until he stuck a finger in the side of my panties and ran it up and down the inside of me.
“You want me here, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” I responded.
I was so wet. I could tell by the slide of his finger. He shifted his hand and his finger pressed against the most sensitive spot on my body. He started that circular motion that I understood now and I began to breathe in little puffs of air.
“Tell me what you want, baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he said as he leaned in and sucked my earlobe.
My hips continued to jerk as the buildup I remembered from before started to climb. I knew it was coming and I couldn’t think straight, much less talk straight.
He replaced his finger with his thumb and I cried out when he slid a finger inside of me. It was new. It had never felt like that before. It wasn’t forced and my body accepted it with moisture. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to make my body work the right away.
“I want you, Patience. God, I’ve wanted you for so long now.”
I was so absorbed in the rhythm of his fingers, the circular motion of this thumb, the in and out of his finger, and when he added a second finger, I laid my head back against the mirror and began to pant harder.
I wanted more. That was all I could think. I needed more and I wanted all of him. I leaned up and began to claw at his belt. He pulled his shirt up and over his head. I was met with tattooed, tan flesh and I took advantage as I leaned up and bit into his chest.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed.
And then he tugged on the hair on the back of my head until I was looking up at him and covered my mouth with his. The room started to spin around us and I was so out of it I couldn’t get his belt unbuckled.
He took his hands out of my panties and I whined in aggravation. He swatted my hands out of the way and started to unbuckle his belt. I helped him push his jeans and boxers down and then I felt his hard heat against the inside of my leg.
I reached down and palmed him and he jerked in my hand. There was a popping sound as he pulled at my stringy panties and then they gave as he ripped them off. He pulled me closer to the edge of the dresser and then lifted my right knee up and around his hip.
“Oh my God, baby, if you’re not sure about this then please stop me now.” His eyes were wild.
“I’m sure. I’m so sure. I want you, Zeke.”
Pressing my legs open wider, he leaned down and took my mouth again. His tongue invaded my mouth and he pushed himself inside me at the same time. It was one swift, hard movement and then he was buried deep inside me. The dresser banged against the wall as he began to thrust his hips hard and fast. It was the most amazing noise I’d ever heard in my life.
I wrapped my legs around him and leaned back on my palms. I bit into my lip to try and keep the noises at bay, but I couldn’t help myself. He felt too good and I couldn’t stay quiet.
He delved his hands into my hair and pulled my lips to his. I leaned up and grabbed onto his hips. I held on as he continued to push inside me over and over again. When he broke the kiss, his eyes connected with mine.
“You feel so good, baby. I love being inside you.”
With his words, the ache inside my pelvic region began to climb up into my hips and stomach. It was so close. My lips fell open and I started to breathe hard from my mouth.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby. I want to see your beautiful face when you come.”
And then I did. My body lit up like the Fourth of July and all my pieces shattered and exploded all around me. Where our bodies were connected throbbed all around him as his movements got faster and he started to pound into me harder.
I could hear myself screaming out the release. I called his name several times and then I heard him say my name. I popped open my eyes and met his. His breathing was accelerated and he was moving so fast and hard. It felt amazing.
Then out of nowhere my body exploded again and I screamed out louder than the first time. My toes curled inside my heels and I was sure his lower back was bleeding from my nails digging so deeply into his skin.
The dresser banged loud and fast and then he leaned his head back and called out my name as he exploded inside me. He kept going for a bit until finally he slammed in me one last time and collapsed onto me. His head was in my neck and his loud breathing was right in my ear.
My body hummed with satisfaction as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck.
“That was amazing,” I said through my loud breathing.
He leaned back and looked down at me. Reaching up, he cupped my face and ran his thumb across my cheek.
“You’re amazing.” His eyes burned into mine and his throat worked up and down as he swallowed hard. “I love you, snowflake,” he whispered.
His eyes took me in for my response, but I just stared back at him. His words were so meaningful and soft and I felt them heavy in my chest. He said he loved me and I knew Zeke. He was incapable of lying. If he said it, he meant it.
I kept picturing myself beating the shit out of every guy she talked to with my guitar. I had to be careful with thoughts like that seeing as how I’d actually done it, but seeing her openly flirt with all those assholes at The Pit was driving me nuts. It was no less than I deserved, bu
t it fucking sucked.
No matter how pissed off I was, I couldn’t let it take me over. We were sure there was a record executive in the crowd watching us and I wouldn’t be the reason our chance was ruined.
I couldn’t stop looking at her. For one, I kept an eye on her just in case some asshole took it a little too far and two, I missed her so much and the fact she’d been ignoring me drove me bat-shit crazy. I’d never had a woman refuse me. Go figured the one I gave a shit about would do it.
I stayed on stage playing even though every nerve in my body screamed to go down there and get her. She was dressed like never before. The denim miniskirt she wore was just long enough to cover her ass and the black top barely covered her tits. She looked fucking delicious and all I could think about was getting her alone and tasting every piece of exposed flesh.
By the time our set was over, I had a massive hard-on pressing against my jeans and my blood pressure felt like it was about to burst my eyes. The fact that she occasionally looked up and cut her eyes at me or sucked on her beer bottle like it was a cock let me know she knew what she was doing. Her show was for me, and I’d be sure to let her know what I thought of her show as soon as I could.
At Finn’s house, I waited for the opportunity to get her alone and once I did, I learned some very important things. One, angry makeup sex was the best kind. Two, Patience was a freak. She ripped at my skin and growled and I fucking loved it. The sweet, shy girl was replaced by a seductive goddess and that goddess liked it rough.
The most important thing I learned was that she loved me. I had an idea that she cared about me, but I wasn’t sure it was love she felt.
Her face when I confessed I was in love with her was priceless. Her eyes lit up in shock and a tiny smiled played at her lips. She was flushed from our wild sex. A tiny sheen of sweet shined on her forehead and above her top lip. She looked amazing and satisfied, but more than anything, she looked happy.
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
And just like that I was a taken man. My heart would always belong to Patience and as long as she would have me, I was hers for the taking.
“Come home with me tonight,” I said as I caressed her waist with my thumb.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to want more.” She grinned up me.
I chuckled.
“Baby, I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Anything?” she asked with a raised brow.
“Anything.” I leaned in and softly kissed her.
And I would, too. I’d make sure from this point on not to screw up when it came to my snowflake and no matter what, I wanted to make her happy.
We held hands on the way to my apartment and we barely made it to my room before we were at it again. This time it was up against my bedroom door with my pants around my ankles and her skirt around her waist. She was insatiable and wild, and I loved seeing her with so much happy freedom.
The next morning, I woke before her and watched as she slept peacefully in my bed. Her platinum locks were spread across my pillow and occasionally she let out a soft snore. As I looked down at her, I knew I was the happiest I’d ever been in my life. It would never get any better than this.
I ran my fingers through her hair and she moved closer to me with a soft moan. I lay there with my fingers in her curls and contemplated my next move. Once I graduated, I would go to work. Selling drugs had to stop. A drug dealer was no good for Patience and I wanted to be good for her.
The drinking had to slow down too. I was headed on a one-way track to being my father, and I’d have myself admitted somewhere before I became a disgusting alcoholic like him. There were many changes I wanted to make, things that were good for me and things that were good for Patience.
I didn’t realize she was awake until I felt her softly kiss my chest. I pushed her hair from her face as she nipped at my nipple ring. I loved having her mouth on me and I hissed out loud when she sucked the ring between her lips.
“You’re trying to kill me, woman. Will you at least feed me before you take advantage of me again?” I smirked down at her and ran my finger down the side of her face.
“Feed me he says,” she joked. “Didn’t you get enough to eat last night?”
I threw my head back and laughed. I’d created a monster, a sexy, soft-skinned monster that was slowly starting to straddle me.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I said against her lips as she leaned down and started to kiss me.
Thirty minutes later, Tiny was beating on my wall and telling us to shut the fuck up. Two hours later, we were in my car headed to her house. She had on my clothes and wet hair from the shower. I was sure her screams combined with the bathroom acoustics left a fabulous impression on the people in the apartment next to us.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” I asked as I drove her to her house.
She needed clothes and girlie stuff, and while she looked fucking hot in my boxers and T-shirt, she couldn’t wear that stuff out.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m just going to run in, get some clothes and stuff, check on my mom, and then I’ll be right out. Fifteen minutes… tops.”
She gave me a sweet peck on the lips before she jumped out of my car and ran up the sidewalk to her front door. She disappeared inside the white mansion and I sat in my car listening to Radiohead and tapping the steering wheel.
I looked down at my radio clock and fifteen minutes later, she still hadn’t come out. I didn’t think anything of it, but once thirty minutes passed, I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. She’d told me to stay put, but something wasn’t right. She would have at least texted me and told me it would was going to be longer.
I knocked at the front door, but no one ever came. My nerves were jumping around inside me and my instincts were telling me something was definitely wrong. I reached out and tried the knob and the door popped open. I guess when you lived in a neighborhood like this one, locking your front door wasn’t important.
I walked into the massive space and looked around at all the expensive furnishings. As I continued to walk, I passed a living room and an office. I heard voices nearby so I followed them and found myself in the kitchen.
I saw Patience and her father talking. They didn’t know I was there and while most people would have announced themselves, I was seriously thinking of backing out and going to the car. Now that I saw she was fine, I was more worried about the governor getting pissed about me walking into his house without being invited in. Patience was my girl now, and the last thing I wanted to do was piss off her dad or end up in jail again.
I started to back away, but something odd struck me—the way his hands were touching her. He was too personal. Not the kind of personal a father was to his kids, but the kind of personal a man was to his woman. It made me sick to watch.
She reached up and batted his hand away and his eyes got angry. Then I took a good look at her face and I saw fear there. She was afraid of him and his hands, and just like that, I knew. All the pieces of Patience were clear to me and slowly I collected them.
I thought back to her shyness and the way she freaked out about being touched. I thought back to the guilt I saw on her face when I gave her an orgasm in my car that first time. Her constant need to rush home, the bruises, it all made sense to me now. Then something else hit me and I thought for sure I was going to be sick. Patience wasn’t a virgin. I’d been with a virgin before and she definitely hadn’t been one, yet before, she would barely let me touch her. There was no way in hell she’d had sex with another person unless it was forced her on. Her dad sexually molested her. It was all so clear to me now and I couldn’t even believe I hadn’t seen it before. Her father touched her inappropriately. That bastard touched my Patience.
He jerked her up and spun her around over the kitchen table. She kicked and fought back, but never made a sound. He started to pull down her shorts, an
d just like that I wanted to kill him. He had to die. He deserved to die.
“You got about two seconds to get your fucking hands off of her before I come over there and kill you.” My voice echoed in the kitchen.
Both of their heads snapped in my direction and he let her go instantly. There should’ve been relief in her eyes, but all I saw was her starting to panic even more.
“You sick son of a bitch.” I started across the kitchen.
Patience jumped in front of me before I could get to him and I stopped and looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and she placed her hands on my cheeks.
“Everything’s fine, Zeke. Come on, let’s just go.” She talked to me like I was about to jump from a cliff.
“No! Everything’s not fucking fine. That bastard’s been molesting you, hasn’t he?”
I knew I was being loud and I didn’t give a shit.
She started shushing me and I looked down at her like she was crazy.
“Don’t tell me to be quiet.” I was getting even angrier that she was still afraid of him.
She never needed to be afraid again. I’d kill the son of a bitch if he even looked at her the wrong way.
“Don’t be scared of him, snowflake. If he even thinks about touching you, I’ll kill him.” I looked him dead in his eyes when I said it.
“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, young man.” He attempted to deny it. I got even louder and Patience shushed me again.
“Why are you telling me to be quiet? Who gives a shit who knows? He needs to go to jail, Patience. He belongs in jail.”
“Zeke, please stop. My mom will hear you.” Her eyes filled with tears.
And then another thing became clear to me. She was hiding it because of her mother. Her mom was dying and Patience, being the most selfless person I knew, would rather hold on to the dark secret than let her mother die knowing what was happening to her.
“You need to leave,” her dad said sternly.
“No, what I need to do is come over there and beat you to death.” My chest pressed up against Patience’s tiny palms as I felt myself losing control.
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