Withholding Nothing

by Victoria Bright

  A bunch of nerves ran through me as we headed down the road. It was Thirsty Thursday, meaning that I’d probably end up running into Steve again. Thankfully I wasn’t driving so I didn’t have to worry about crashing another car, but I didn’t think I could handle another confrontation. And if O’Shea was there, I didn’t want him to witness Steve destroy me once again, something he seemed to do every time I was in his presence.

  As my friends sang to the radio, I prayed that I’d be able to keep my cool and enjoy my night. My sanity depended on it.

  Chapter Twelve

  O’Shea

  Mickey’s was packed by the time I finally arrived. My gaze swept the crowd, noticing Ashton and her friends laughing at the bar. She was fucking beautiful tonight. Even from where I stood, it was as if a light surrounded her, making it easy to find her in the crowd. Her dark hair fell in waves past her shoulders, her ruby red lips tempting me in ways they shouldn’t. A slow grin pulled at my lips. I’d bet money that her lipstick would be on my cock before the night was over with.

  She looked up the stairs toward the entrance, her eyes meeting mine. She waved me over, a soft, beautiful smile settling on her face. I made my way down the steps, cutting through the dancing bodies to get to the bar.

  “Aye! The sexy mechanic made it!” Alex cheered from on top of the bar. I smiled and shook my head, turning my attention to Ashton. Her soft blue eyes gazed at me as she took a sip of her drink.

  I leaned closer to her. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you at home, but you look beautiful tonight,” I said in her ear. A blush touched her cheeks as she smiled.

  “Thanks!” she called over the loud music. Her sweet perfume clouded my senses, making my head cloudy with lust. Chill out. You’re in public.

  “What can I get you, bro?” the bartender asked me.

  “Jack and Coke,” I answered.

  “So how’s it been living with our bestie?” Ava asked me. I shrugged and leaned against the bar.

  “It’s cool. She’s not so bad. I mean she doesn’t like to share food and threw a fit when I drank the last of her apple juice—”

  “Oh shut up, I’m not that bad,” she exclaimed, playfully slapping my arm. “Plus, I don’t do that anymore.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said with a smirk, grabbing my drink when the bartender put it down. The crisp, bittersweet drink slid down with ease, sending warmth throughout my body. “Man, that’s good.”

  “So where’d you move from?” Alex yelled over the music.

  “Virginia.”

  “Like it here so far?”

  “It’s cool. It’s quiet,” I answered, taking another gulp. Glancing over at Ashton, I noticed she suddenly looked uneasy. I tried to follow her gaze, but it only went into the crowd. Turn Your Lights Down Low by Bob Marley started playing overhead, Ashton’s expression changing to excitement.

  “Oh, I love this song! Come dance with me,” she said, pulling my arm before I could really object. Passing my drink to Ava, I followed Ashton to the dance floor.

  “Let’s see if you can move those hips outside of the bedroom,” she teased. I laughed.

  “Girl, I’ll tear this dance floor up just like I plan to tear you up when we get back home,” I said in her ear. She bit her lip, her cheeks turning red as she started to dance. I grinned. She didn’t say no.

  She moved her hips to the beat, watching me in amusement as I danced. “Okay, not bad,” she said and giggled, moving dangerously close to me. She turned around and danced against me, our movements fluid with each other. I wrapped an arm around her waist, inhaling the strawberry scent from her shampoo. I fought the urge to kiss the smooth, warm skin on her neck, gently nuzzling her instead. She turned around and gazed at me with lustful eyes. She briefly looked at my lips before meeting my eyes again. I leaned forward a little, only centimeters from connecting our lips when someone cackled nearby. Ashton jumped and turned, blushing as a tall man with shaggy blond hair and two other men with dark hair approached us.

  “Well, well, well, look who’s here tonight,” the blond guy said, eyeing me with a slight snarl before focusing on Ashton.

  “Just fuck off, Steve,” Ashton stated, folding her arms across her chest. “Shouldn’t you be entertaining your fiancée instead of harassing me?”

  The man smirked at her and took a step closer. “A bar is no place for a pregnant woman,” he sneered. Ashton’s face fell, her skin slightly going pale. If I had to take a guess, I’d say this was probably her ex.

  “You wanna go back to the bar, Ash?” I asked her, gently grabbing her elbow. Steve looked at me and then at Ashton.

  “Wait, you two are together?” he asked in surprise, his face lighting up. “Oh, this is rich, Ashton. Couldn’t find another respectable white man, so you had to go find yourself a nigger, huh?”

  “What the fuck did you say?” I asked, taking a step closer to him. Ashton stepped between us.

  “O’Shea, let’s just go,” she said, placing her hands on my chest. Steve continued to stare at me with a sneer on his face.

  “You heard exactly what I said. What are you going to do about it…nigger?” he taunted. His two friends cackled in the background, making my blood boil. Before I could fully think the situation through, I punched Steve in the face, sending him stumbling backwards. One of his friends swung at me, missing and nearly hitting Ashton in the process.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” Steve bellowed as he charged toward me. Ashton screamed as Steve and I threw punch after punch until other people in the crowd pulled us apart.

  “You watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking to her in my presence and watch what you call me, you bitch!” I bellowed as they pulled me away from him.

  “Fuck you and that whore! Have fun with my leftovers!” he yelled back. I struggled to break free from the person who held me in a tight bear hug, wanting to punch the smug look off that cocksucker’s face. How dare he disrespect her? I didn’t even care what he called me, but to see how he talked to her and the shit he called her, the only thing I wanted to do was snap his neck.

  The owner of the bar came over to us, motioning the DJ to cut the music. “There’ll be no fighting in here!” he yelled, looking at the both of us. My chest heaved with each breath as I seethed with anger. Steve grinned and shrugged.

  “I’m good. There’s no problem here,” he said. The bar owner looked at me.

  “Are you cool?” he asked me. I looked over at Ashton, who stood a few steps away with tears in her eyes. As bad as I wanted to punch that bastard’s lights out, she needed me right now.

  “I’m cool,” I ground out. The burly guy holding me finally let me go. I took a deep breath and crossed over to meet Ashton, taking her hand into mine. “You okay?” I stroked her cheek, searching her eyes for an answer.

  “I just want to go. I don’t want to be here anymore,” she said softly. The music started playing again, everyone going back to their drinking and partying as if nothing happened. I nodded and took her by the hand, leading her back to the bar to her friends.

  “What the hell happened out there?” Alex asked with wide eyes.

  Ashton wiped her eyes. “I’ll call you later to tell you. We’re leaving,” she said, grabbing her purse from Ava. I downed the rest of my drink and placed the glass on the bar, grabbing Ashton’s hand again.

  “It was nice seeing you ladies again,” I said with a nod. They waved at us and we turned to leave, weaving through the bodies and making our way up the stairs to the exit. Even when we were outside of the bar, Ashton still didn’t let go of my hand, instead walking quietly next to me. We got into my truck without a word, leaving the bar and the drama left in it.

  About five minutes down the road, I glanced over at her, seeing her wipe away more tears. “You okay?” I asked softly.

  “Yeah,” she murmured with a sniffle. “You?”

  “Other than pissed off, yeah,” I said, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

  She sighed. “I�
��m sorry about that.”

  “You didn’t do anything wrong. That cocksucker just better hope I don’t see him again or he’ll be sorry,” I growled. “I’m assuming that was your ex?”

  “Unfortunately,” she mumbled. After a few moments, she cleared her throat. “Can you pull over really quick?”

  I glanced over at her. “Are you feeling sick?” I asked with a raised brow.

  “No, I just need you to pull over.”

  I eased the car onto the side of the dark highway, putting the car in park. She reached over, shut the engine off, and turned my face toward hers, devouring my mouth. A surprised groan slipped from my lips as my fingers ran through her hair. My tongue explored her mouth, filling me with incredible passion. The tension from the evening slowly melted as we kissed, which made me feel a bit better.

  When she finally pulled away, I found her eyes in the dark and smiled. “What was that for?” I asked in a low tone. Her hand trailed over to my leg as she felt her way up to my crotch, biting her lip when I growled.

  “Seeing you stand up for me and take charge makes me so horny,” she whispered, fumbling with my belt until it came undone.

  “I’ll protect you from anyone,” I murmured, watching her as she released my growing erection from my boxers and stroked it in her hand.

  “And I appreciate it.” She unfastened her seatbelt and moved a little closer to me. I groaned when she put my cock in her mouth, sucking and stroking me slowly.

  “Fuck, Ash,” I whispered, my head falling back against the headrest. I grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her head up and down, my moans and growls breaking through the silence. I thrust my cock into her mouth, my grip on her hair tightening.

  “You want me to fill that pretty mouth of yours with my come, sex kitten?” I breathed. She popped me out of her mouth and licked up my length.

  “I want to taste you,” she purred, taking me back into her mouth and sucking faster. This woman definitely blew my mind in more ways than one. Giving me head on the side of the road wasn’t something I thought would be happening tonight after the bar incident, but I damn sure wouldn’t complain. The possibility of getting caught gave me a rush, making this situation even more exciting.

  A tingling sensation started at the crown of my head and trickled down to my cock, my muscles tensing as I fisted her hair. “It’s coming, baby,” I moaned, guiding her head quicker. “Fuck!” My come filled her mouth as she milked me, swallowing every bit I gave her. My hold on her hair loosened as she licked me clean, licking up my length and flicking her tongue over the head of it.

  “Thanks for the snack,” she murmured, licking her lips and sitting up. I grinned with my eyes closed and sighed.

  “Can I have mine then?” I asked. She reached under her dress and shimmied out of her thong, turning in her seat and propping her leg up on the seat. I nearly came undone when she ran a finger along her slick folds.

  “Go ahead” she purred. I undid my seatbelt and moved closer to her, the space in the truck tight. I moved between her legs, kissing her lips deeply as my fingers caressed her clit. Her eyes looked toward my phone that vibrated in the cup holder, but I shook my head.

  “They can leave a message,” I breathed. She dipped a finger inside herself and removed it, putting it in my mouth.

  “Taste it,” she ordered. I obeyed, sucking her finger clean and licking my lips.

  “I need more,” I growled, scooting down to bury my head between her legs. I made slow circles around her clit with my tongue. She sighed in pleasure, arching her back as she ground her throbbing sex against my tongue.

  “That feels so good,” she whispered, closing her eyes. I gave her a long, slow lick that made her cry out in pleasure.

  “I love how you taste, baby,” I replied, my tone lustful and husky. She moaned in response, biting her lip as she continued to move her hips. The bullshit that happened at the bar didn’t even matter anymore. The only thing on my mind was making sure the beautiful woman above me was no longer crying over him as I made her body feel good. I gazed up at her as I suckled her clit, watching her with her eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and lips parted as she moaned softly. My name was a whisper on her lips, her hand gripping my head tighter.

  She gasped when I slipped two fingers into her, moving them in and out in a rapid pace. “Oh my god,” she panted, her legs quivering. I growled and unlatched my mouth from clit.

  “Come for me, baby. I feel you,” I whispered against her skin before continuing my torturous licking. She arched her back and screamed out, shaking and trembling as she came. My tongue flicked against her clit a few more times before I made my way back up, slipping my tongue in her mouth. She groaned as she tasted herself on my lips, her dripping sex throbbing for me.

  “That was amazing,” she panted against my lips. I smiled.

  “It was, but I’m not done with you yet,” I said, sitting next to her and pulling her on my lap to straddle me. My swollen member throbbed against her pulsing heat. I growled. “You’re so fucking wet, sex kitten.”

  “Just for you,” she breathed, lowering herself onto my hard cock. I held her hips in a firm grip as she slowly moved up and down my cock. She moaned and threw her head back, exposing the soft, warm flesh of her neck. I planted wet kisses on her throat, my hands tightly squeezing her ass.

  “Ride this cock, baby,” I moaned, giving her ass a firm smack. She cried out and bounced faster on me, clutching my button-up shirt in her hands. I untied the top of her halter dress, releasing her soft breasts. She sighed in pleasure as I took her pink, perky nipple into my mouth. The windows fogged from our heated passion, her hand leaving a print behind whenever she touched the glass to steady herself. I thrust into her in perfect harmony, pulling her down hard with each stroke. Each time she’d tighten her muscles around me, a deep growl would rumble in my chest.

  “I love how you fuck me,” she moaned, gripping my shoulders and throwing her head back. I held her tighter and bit her neck.

  “Of course you do. This pussy is mine,” I growled.

  “Mmm, so possessive. That’s sexy,” she murmured, crashing her mouth into mine. Sweat beaded up on our skin as the windows became so foggy we couldn’t see outside them. Our passion consumed us in a fiery heat; the only thing on our mind was each other.

  “Seems like your body wants my cock. Look how wet you are for me, sex kitten,” I growled, planting hot kisses on her chest.

  She bounced harder on me, her hands squeezing my shoulders. “It does want it. You feel so fucking good,” she admitted.

  “And I feel your greedy little pussy squeezing me, trying to milk my cock of every drop of come I have.” I groaned when she squeezed me, my grip on her ass tightening. “That's it, baby. Keep doing that.”

  She continued, her moans and whimpers turning into gasps as she rode me faster and harder. I closed my eyes, welcoming the familiar tingling as I quickly approached another orgasm.

  “O’Shea!” she finally screamed when she came, her walls tightening around me. My hands firmly gripped her ass as my warm come filled her, a final groan escaping my lips before my head fell back against the seat. She leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulder, her breasts pressed against my chest as she took deep breaths. I hugged her close to me, gently running my fingers up and down her back.

  “Feel better?” I asked.

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Good,” I murmured. “And what the asshole said wasn’t true. You're not a whore. He didn't deserve you anyway and it's his loss. He’ll realize that soon enough.”

  She lifted her head and looked at me, confusion and shock hidden in the irises of her eyes.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. I cocked my head to the side.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked with a frown. She ran a hand through her hair with a sigh and an airy giggle.

  “I liked it better when you were an asshole,” she said softly.

  “What the hell?” I teased.
“I know how to be nice, woman.”

  “I know, but…it's making it hard to…” she trailed off and shook her head. I took her chin in my hand, bringing her sensual lips to mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she sighed against my lips, making my heart skip a beat. I already had an idea of what the end of her sentence would've been; I felt the same. We’d be kidding ourselves to not admit that we had chemistry. Maybe sex did complicate things, especially when each time made me want to offer my heart on a platter and present it to her. But my mind knew we weren't ready. It was so easy to get caught up in the emotions of sex, but was it all from sex?

  I gazed into her hesitant eyes. No, not only sex. I thought about her even when I wasn’t around her. I thought of how she looked at me when she was annoyed, how cute her laugh was, the way she blushed when she was aroused, and even the warmth of her skin.

  “Making it hard to not get emotionally involved?” I mentioned softly. Her gaze bored into mine as she nodded.

  “I just…what are we doing?” she whispered.

  I sighed. “I don't know, to be honest. I'm just enjoying the beautiful woman who happens to be my roommate and taking things a day at a time. No need to rush things,” I admitted.

  “Yeah,” she said and dismounted me, moving to sit next to me on the seat. Neither of us moved; our bodies completely spent.

  “Next time we decide to do something like this, we should crack a window. It’s hot as hell in here,” I teased, trying to break the awkward silence settling around us.

  She smiled and kissed me. “Next time, it should be outside anyway,”

  “Is that a challenge?”

  “Only if you want it to be,” she said.

  I chuckled and closed my eyes. “Everything in me wants to go to sleep right now,” I murmured. She kissed along my jawline and rested her head on my shoulder.

  “There’s no rush to get back home.”

  “We’re on the side of the highway, babe. I don’t think we want to fall asleep and have the cops find us in compromising positions.”

  “You’re right. Let’s go home then,” she said with a sigh.