I reached over, grabbing the half empty bottle of whiskey that rested on my coffee table and filled the glass to the rim. The alcohol splashes over the rim of the glass as I bring it to my lips, the amber liquid trickling down onto the open cuts on my knuckles. I hiss at the sting it causes before bringing the glass to my mouth and taking a hefty gulp.
My phone rings, dancing in vibration across the table but I ignore it like I have done the entire day. I don’t give a fuck who is trying to get in touch with me – nothing matters right now. I take another sip trying to drink away the last four years of my life. Not all the whiskey in all the land would be strong enough to take that task on. Maybe I’m drinking because of the shit I’ve done in the last twenty-four hours, maybe I’m drinking because I gave Lisa her walking papers and fucking my troubles away isn’t an option, or maybe I’m drinking because everything Vinny said is true. I finish the rest of my drink figuring it’s a combination of all three.
I place the empty glass on top of the table and reach for my gun that sits beside the bottle. I unload it, holding the clip in the palm of my hand when I hear someone banging on my door. I stand on my bare feet and shove the empty gun into the front waistband of my pants, not giving a fuck, I am shirtless, and the gun is on display for whoever is on the other end of the door. I run my fingers tiredly over my face and open the door.
Adrianna leans against the wall, arms crossed under her breasts as she stares at me lazily.
“I called,” she explains, her eyes taking me in. All of me, from head to toe, then her almond shaped eyes zero in on the gun tucked into my waistband. I watch her subtly raise an eyebrow before diverting her eyes back to mine. I may have had a couple of drinks in me, but I was alert and I didn’t mistake that flicker in her eyes. I knew that look all too well, spent many a night watching those eyes, and even more dreaming of them. It was the look she gave me every time she wanted me to fuck her senseless. It was the look I could never say no to.
She pushes from the wall and stands right in front of me, dropping her arms to her sides, taking that last dangerous step, putting us chest to chest. I should step back, slam the door in her face, and finish my fucking whiskey. Instead, I stand there eager to see what she’s got, knowing every fucking thing she offers me I will take and take it hard.
Adrianna grabs my hands and lifts them between us tearing her eyes away from mine to inspect my battered knuckles. She brushes her thumb gently across the scrapes that brand my skin her eyes finding mine again, softening as she caresses my hand. I don’t want her soft though, soft makes me want things I am no longer entitled. I want hard, hard I can do.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” She says barely audible, entwining our fingers and leads me inside forcing me to kick the door closed. I’m fucked.
She leads me into my tiny bathroom, bending over to open the cabinet beneath the sink. Her fucking ass brushes against my thigh due to the tight space. It takes everything in me not to shift my body and nestle my dick against that voluptuous ass as I bend her over the sink. I run my hand along her hip, sculpting her sweet curves as she straightens up and stiffens under my touch. She slowly turns around so we are facing one another. I don’t utter a single word as she holds the peroxide in one hand and reaches for my gun with the other.
My dick is already hard as a rock but her hand brushes against the front zipper of my jeans sending it into overdrive. She slides her delicate fingers into my pants and a groan escapes my lips as she reaches for my gun and not my cock. I swear she’s playing the little vixen, she smirks but as quickly as she does it, she hides it too. She cocks her head to the side and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she stares at me.
“We don’t need this do we?” She asks, placing the gun on top of the sink. I watch her quietly knowing if I speak this will be over before it started and I’m not ready to give her up just yet. She tends to my scrapes and cuts in true Adrianna form tentatively and precisely she sprays the peroxide, blowing her gentle breath over the sting she’s left behind.
I grab her wrist, forcing her to lift her eyes to meet mine. “You need to leave.” I grind out. The whole blowing on the cut thing was enough to snap the little shreds of control I was hanging onto.
She straightens up and leans her back against the wall in front of me, cocks her head to the side as she calls my fucking bluff.
“You don’t want me to leave,” her voice is full of all the things I have tried not to think about for years. The sweet promise of the best fucking sex either of us will ever have.
“No, I don’t,” I say, closing the distance between us. I placed my palms over her head, caging her against the wall and my hard body.