I pushed against his chest, but he moaned in to my mouth and held me tighter. I tried again and when he didn’t budge I bit down. Instantly he reeled back, holding his hand against his bloodied bottom lip. “You are ruining everything I thought I felt about you. Don’t make a mess of what I do remember about us.”
“I’m the one making a mess of this?” he laughed. “You ruined everything when you went after Nikki. You couldn’t just let her go. I told you a hundred times not to get mixed up in her mess of a life but no, you had to let her drag you down with her. You put her above your family by going after her, by getting hurt, by going away. You are the one who ruined us that night. Not me. I’m trying to save us while you’re hell bent on destroying us! So fuck you, Ray! You broke my heart when you left. You smashed it to pieces when you came back. And I don’t know who you think you are, but you aren’t the Ray I knew. And this person I see before me? I kind of fucking hate her right now,” Tanner said. He turned and stormed off into the darkness.
I opened my mouth to call after him but I didn’t know what else I could say. He was hurt and I’d done the hurting. I’d done nothing but make one stupid decision after another since I’d been there. It was stupid of me to flaunt the tattoo. I’d acted out of anger. But that didn’t give him the right to treat me like I was a commodity that could be bought or traded…or married.
Although that was exactly what I was.
Doe
I closed the door to my room and pressed my forehead against it. Devastated didn’t begin to cover how I felt. King was dead and I’d lost my only friend because I was stupid enough to think that I could use a marriage certificate as a tool to get what I so desperately wanted.
A family. A real family that I chose, just like I’d chosen King and Preppy.
I let out a frustrated scream and clenched my fists, banging on the door until I was all out of fight. I rubbed my lips to erase the taste of Tanner until they felt raw.
“Take your fucking clothes off,” a deep voice growled.
Awareness washed over me like static electricity.
I gasped and turned my tear-stained face from the door. Hundreds of years could pass without me hearing it and I would still know exactly who the voice belonged to.
King emerged from the corner of the room, the shadow falling away from his body like a blanket slowly being tugged off. “You know I don’t like to repeat myself, but for you, I’ll do it just this once, Pup.” He stopped in front of me and peered down, his eyes burning with both lust and anger. “Take your fucking clothes off.”
“You’re alive,” I whisper as my heart hammered in my chest.
Was I imagining this?
“You’re about to find out how alive I really am.” He stalked toward me. “You and I communicate better when I’m inside you, and there is a lot I’ve got to say… So instead of the question-and-answer bullshit that will get us a fuck of a lot of nowhere, we’re going to do this in a way I already know works.”
“I thought you were dead.” My chest heaved with fear and desire. My skin prickled, my nipples tightened.
“Were you grieving when that kid had his tongue down your fucking throat?” King reached for my hand, holding up the finger that held Tanner’s ring. “Is your grief the reason why you’re wearing this?”
I ripped my finger from his grip and placed my hands against his chest. My intention was to push him away, but as soon as I made contact I couldn’t let go.
I didn’t want to.
I fisted his shirt in my hands. The relief I had felt over him being alive was being replaced by my anger at his accusatory tone. “I thought you were dead,” I repeated.
He spoke into my hair, his breath warm against my scalp. “Oh, Pup. I’m pretty sure even death couldn’t keep me from you.”
I inhaled, taking in the scent of cigarettes and wind. I’d missed the familiarity of his smell almost as much as I’d missed him. “I never thought I would see you again. I went to the MC. Bear’s dad is the one who told me you were dead.”
King shook his head slowly from side to side. “He’ll be dealt with.” He narrowed his eyes. “As will you,” he said so low and deep, I felt his words to my very core.
“What?”
“Did you really think it would be that easy to get rid of me? For fuck’s sake I remember what it feels like to be inside you. You think I can just forget that? You think I haven’t been trying for weeks to convince myself that it’s just my cock who misses you? Because I’ll tell you, nothing would make me happier than to be able to rid myself of this fucking hurt, right now. Right here.” King pounded on his chest with a closed fist. “I sometimes wish I could just forget it all, but I can’t. I won’t. Because I don’t want to ever want to forget you. And I welcome this pain because it reminds me that you were real.” I bit my lip so hard I could taste the copper in my mouth.
King spoke while walking toward me, backing me up further into the shadows until my back connected with the dresser. He placed his hands on the wall around me, caging me in, leaning down until we were eye to eye.
“I don’t know why you’re holding on so tight, Pup, when your body is clearly telling me that you’re still mine.” King inhaled me, like I did him. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his nose across my jawline. “Do you love him?” he growled, nipping at my neck with his teeth.
“Yes,” I admitted. King pulled back and scowled. I clarified, “It was never a love like he thought it was, like he wanted it to be. I loved him like a best friend, never like the way—” His eyes searched mine, eagerly awaiting the rest of my answer. “Weeks go by without a single word, and you show up out of nowhere, sneak into my room and demand that I take my clothes off on the day I—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I couldn’t say the words that I didn’t want to be true.
Because King was alive.
And I was married.
“Got fucking married,” King finished for me. His nostrils flared. He turned around with clenched fists like he was looking for something to punch. He placed his hands on his head in frustration. “I watched the entire fucking car crash out there. I know everything.”
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.
King snarled. “You seem to have forgotten who the fuck I am, Pup. So I’m going to remind you.” He pressed his hips against mine. “I’m the man who took you against your will and handcuffed you to my fucking bed. I’m the man who wanted you, so I fucking kept you.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you really think you have a choice when it comes to being mine?”
King lifted me onto the dresser and pushed himself between my legs, forcing my legs apart. He held my wrists behind my back forcing my shoulders backwards and pushing my chest into his. My dress rode up to the tops of my thighs. King pushed a strand of hair behind my ears and leaned in to me, his lips just a breath away from mine. The room was getting hot. I couldn’t breathe. I needed…I don’t know what I needed. “No more questions.”
I opened my mouth to argue. “Stop fucking talking,” he snapped.
King lifted me off the dresser and carried me and set me down in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. He stood behind me. A head taller than me and outweighing me by a hundred pounds, our differences had never been more obvious. His dark jeans and dark tank top were a stark contrast to my little white eyelet sundress. My pale skin next to his tanned. My white hair to his black. It was a sight that made my knees weak. Because although the reflection in the mirror made our differences obvious, it also made me see how well the two fit together.
“You see this?” King said, his arms wrapped around my waist, speaking to my reflection. “You see how this fucking works? How we fit?” He pushed my cardigan off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. He spun me around and grabbed a hand mirror off the desk and held it in front of me, the same way he did when he was showing a client their new tattoo.
“Do you see this? What does this shit fucking say?” he asked. Pointing to the tattoo he’d given me. The one I
just put on full display to spite my father and Tanner.
“It says, I don’t want to repeat my innocence, I want the pleasure of losing it all over again. It’s an F. Scott Fitzgerald quote,” I answered.
“No.” He pushed on my head, shifting my perspective to a slightly sideways view. “Tell me again. Look in the crown, in the vines. What the fuck does that shit say?”
“King,” I whispered. “It says…King.”
King
“You are mine. You always have been,” I said unapologetically.
Pup looked in the mirror with wide eyes, still staring at the tattoo bearing my name. “You tattooed your name on me,” she said in disbelief.
My gaze met hers in the mirror. “Marked you the first fucking chance I got. My only regret is not making it bigger, because maybe then that kid would’ve known better than to put his fucking lips on you.”
“It’s not his fault,” she said, glaring daggers at me.
It pissed me off that she was defending the little fuck. He could call himself her husband all he wanted ’cause I found out all I needed to know when her breath quickened at my nearness, when she darted her tongue out and wet her lips in anticipation, the way her nipples hardened against the fabric of the little sexy as fuck conservative dress she was wearing. It wasn’t just physical though, because the air around us crackled with our almost palpable connection. I could practically taste it on my tongue.
I wanted to taste her on my tongue. I wanted to put my face between her thighs and feel her squirm under my mouth while she scraped the top of my head with her fingernails until she came.
I was so fucking hard, it took every bit of self-control I had not to bend her over the dresser, flip that dress over her ass, and fuck some sense into my girl.
I ran my hand over her mouth and her lips parted. Those beautiful pink lips of hers would’ve made my cock instantly hard if it wasn’t already an iron rod straining against my jeans. “I already wanted to slit the senator’s throat for the stunt he pulled with Max, but when I saw him standing up there, wearing his better-than-everyone-suit, and his member-of-the-club ridiculous gold watch, and heard him telling people you’d got fucking married, to someone who isn’t me, I wanted to unload my gun into his skull then reload it for the kid.”
My words might have been harsh, but they were true.
I took the mirror from Pup and set it down on the dresser. “For a second I thought that maybe I just imagined this thing between us.” I untied the halter of her sundress and let it fall to the floor, revealing a matching beige strapless bra and panty set. It was standard everyday stuff, but on my girl, she might as well have been wearing crotchless panties and carrying a whip, because she was the sexiest thing I’d ever fucking seen. My cock was in agony as I swept my gaze over her body.
“It was that look of yours that stopped me,” I said.
“What look?” she asked, spinning around to face me.
“The look you get when you’re up to no good. And I was right, because you took off your sweater. You showed them your tattoo.” I ran my fingertips from the base of her neck to the cheeks of her ass.
“I was showing them I wasn’t a monkey and that no matter what I agreed to, I wasn’t going to dance for them,” she said, unable to contain the thrill of being able to put them in their place.
“You showed them more than that.” I said, circling her. Appraising her body that I’d missed so much. Taking her all in. “You showed them you were mine.” I stood behind her again and reached between her legs, her panties already soaked. She closed her eyes as I stroked her through the material. “But most importantly,” I told her as I rubbed faster and her mouth opened as she lost herself in the pleasure of my touch, “you showed me that you were still mine.”
I turned her around and crashed my lips to hers. She shuddered under my touch. “Don’t be trying to come up with an excuse to argue with me, Pup. The time for excuses is over. I will tell you right fucking now that it doesn’t matter what you say. There is nothing you can tell me that changes anything. I claimed you, and I’m not apologizing for shit this time.”
“I have to explain—” she started to argue, but I interrupted.
“We can talk later. Do I need to bend you over and fuck you like an animal to remind you whose pussy this is?” I said, biting her earlobe. I roughly flipped her over onto her stomach. I pushed down between her shoulder blades until she was bent over the bed on her elbows. I unclasped her bra and let it fall to the bed. I pulled down her panties with one hand and threw them to the floor. I gazed at the fucking amazing sight that was my girl, naked, bent over for me. I unhooked my belt and took off my jeans while she braced herself on her hands and knees. I crawled over her onto the mattress and took off my tank top so that we were skin to skin. She lifted her head and my lips brushed the back of her ear. “Do you need reminding of who you belong to, Pup?”
“Yes,” she breathed. I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed in hard, past the resistance of her tight pussy. Each centimeter into her heat was an agonizing combination of torture and pleasure.
I paused when I was fully seated inside the fucking greatest pussy ever created. Warm. Wet. Ready. “Tell me you missed me,” I said. Doe groaned and pressed her little round ass back against me, trying to get me to move, but I stayed motionless. “No, baby. Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”
“I—” I rewarded her attempt with a slow circling of my hips and she moaned into the pillow.
“You what?” I asked, pausing again.
“I missed—” Again I circled my hips, this time adding a single hard thrust. “I missed—”
“Who did you miss?” I asked.
“You. I missed you!” she said.
I lost all control. I reached around her and wrapped one hand around her throat; with the other I anchored myself to the bed. I thrust into her furiously, like the crazed man I was. “I missed you too, baby. So fucking much.” Over and over again, I relentlessly pounded into her like I was trying to fuck my way back into her life. “This, me being inside you. It just told me everything I needed to know. I’m not giving up on us. Not now. Not fucking ever.”
Pup moaned, her pussy clenching around me, and I had to slow my pace in order not to blow into her right then and there.
A shadow across the open window grabbed my attention and my head snapped up to see a set of eyes watching us from the tree just outside the window. He may have thought he was hidden by branches and leaves, but just like a lion can sniff out nearby males, I knew exactly who it was.
Tanner.
I could have stopped right then. Pulled my cock out of her. Covered us both up. Or at least shut the window for fuck’s sake.
I didn’t do any of those things.
Leaning down over my girl, I licked her neck as she moaned my name over and over again. Oblivious to our new audience. “Who does this pussy belong to?” I asked, staring straight out the window into the horrified eyes of our uninvited guest.
“You. Always. It’s always been you,” she breathed. Her pussy clamped around my cock again and I struggled to maintain control. I wasn’t done yet. This kid had to know without a doubt that Pup belonged to me.
She is mine.
“I love you, Pup. So much,” I told her, thrusting harder and harder. “Do you love me?” I asked, making sure I stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves in the front wall of her pussy that made her scream.
I’d missed her fucking screams.
“Yes. So much. I love you so much!” she said. It started out as a whisper, but as her orgasm took hold, it became louder and louder, until she had to shove a pillow in her face to prevent anyone who might be in the house from hearing her.
But someone had heard.
When I felt the tingling sensation begin at the base of my spine, an idea took hold and it was like my baser instincts took over. Once I thought about doing it, I couldn’t think of anything else.
I pushed into her twice more
then pulled out of her tight heat. I jerked my cock in my hand, making a show of spurting my cum onto her bare back. Doe dropped onto her stomach in exhaustion, but I wasn’t quite done. I looked out the window, directly over to where Tanner was unsuccessfully hiding. I ran my hands through the mess I’d just made on her, sliding it around on her back and her ass, marking her as mine. I pulled her up by her hair and stuck two cum covered fingers in her mouth.
She groaned and greedily sucked them clean.
My message was clear.
Tanner stood on the branch, no longer bothering to conceal his presence. For a long moment he continued to stare, until finally he turned and leapt from the tree.
Both Pup and Tanner now knew who she belonged to.
And it sure as fuck wasn’t him.
Doe
King fell on top of me, pressing me into the mattress as we both caught our breaths. The weight of him over my back was almost crushing, but I didn’t want to move. Afraid that if I did, I would wake up and this would have all been a dream.
King sat up and leaned against the headboard pulling me close to him. “Now can I tell you why?” I asked, still catching my breath.
King nodded. “I thought you were dead,” I started. “I’d panicked when I hadn’t heard from you in a while. I went to Bear’s clubhouse hoping they could get a message to you somehow. Bear’s dad told me you were dead.” King gave me a reassuring squeeze, encouraging me to continue. “And I missed you. I missed you so much.” A tear ran down my cheek as I remembered how I first felt when Bear’s old man had told me that King was dead. King leaned in and trapped the tear between his lips, catching it before it had a chance to drip from my jaw. “I went to see Max.”
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