“Yes,” I respond.
My fingers grab at the button on his jeans, undoing it quickly. I lift my feet and pull them down his legs. The craving in his eyes, the adrenaline rushing through us, I need to feel him inside of me. Just as his dick springs free, he pushes it through my wetness and plows into me.
“Damn,” he growls, closing his eyes, his jaw clenching. I moan loudly from finally having the contact, arching my neck to where my head is pressing into the mattress. His dick is buried to the hilt, as far it will go. The fit is tight, the feeling of fullness so damn good. He pulls his hips back and pushes forward with haste, and I sigh with pleasure.
The barbell in the head of his cock hits me just right every time he thrusts into me, the bed rocking against the wall loudly with every push of his hips.
“You’re not scared?” Lip pants. I open my eyes and find him staring at me intently—he looks high. His pupils are dilated from the excitement of maiming another human being.
“Losing you scares me more,” I whisper. “I knew the day I climbed on the back of your bike you were my ride to the dark side.”
***
Screams wake me to an upright position. I grab the sheet and pull it over my bare chest. After Lip and I finished our round two, we dropped onto the mattress exhausted. I fell asleep right away.
“Lip!” I yell, shaking him awake.
“What?” he mumbles. He’s lying face-first in a pillow, his bare ass sticking up in the air.
“Someone just screamed really loud,” I whisper.
“Fuck!” Lip jumps out of bed, nearly falling on his face. He grabs a fresh pair of jeans out of the dresser and looks for a shirt. He looks frazzled, which causes me to tense.
“What’s wrong? What’s happening, Lip?”
“I got caught up with you and forgot,” Lip mutters before opening the door and rushing out.
“Forgot?” I climb out of bed, and my thighs ache. I slowly sit myself back down on the bed and smirk. Lip did warn me that I wouldn’t be able to walk today. Glancing down at myself, I notice I need to shower again. Lip transferred blood onto me, and now that I’m not high on lust, I need to clean it off. Now!
I turn the water on and quickly clean up. I want to see what’s going on, but a part of me doesn’t. I rinse any trace of blood off, and wash my hair in record time. I towel dry and head to Lip’s closet for something clean. I find a gray Devil’s Dust shirt and put it on, with my shorts from yesterday. Throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I slowly open the door.
The music is turned off, but I don’t see anybody. I tiptoe out of the room, scared of what I may see. I step over the panties and cups and find a large puddle of blood sitting under a chair in the middle of the common area. I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth.
“Look, you say he hurt Cherry, then I agree Boonie had it coming. We have your back, Lip,” I hear Bull state. I tear my eyes from the gore to Bull’s voice, finding him in the kitchen with the doors shut. “Did Cherry see you do this? You can’t upset her. You need to keep her happy, Lip.” I frown.
“She saw some blood on me last night, but it didn’t affect her. How much longer do I have to fucking do this for, man?” Lip questions and I suck in a sudden breath, my fingers digging into the palm of my hands. What is he talking about?
“Why?” Bull questions, flat.
“I just… I don’t know if I can do this much longer. Things are getting serious, and I can’t keep myself from…” Lip pauses, and I hold my breath.
A cup is kicked behind me, making me jump and turn toward the noise. It’s that bitch I saw all over Lip last night. I place my hands on my hips and glare.
“So, I hear you’re Lip’s ol’ lady.”
Her mascara is smeared and her lipstick is smudged halfway across her cheek.
“I think you forgot some of your lipstick on some strange dick,” I sneer. She purses her lips and raises a brow.
She tilts her head to the side and crosses her arms. “I thought if Lip was taken it would be by someone much prettier,” she insults.
“Ha! Run along back home before Daddy finds you missing,” I sneer.
“I hope you’re as pretty as you think you are. Lip is done with you. He’s ridden that tired-ass vagina of yours out and is looking for something new.” She smirks and my stomach falls. “He even gave me my nickname around here, Dolly. He must think I’m pretty sweet to call me something as cute as Doll, don’t you?”
“You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?” I question, my voice coming out more confident than I feel.
She shrugs. “Believe what you want, sweetie. But when I’m wearing that cut and you aren’t anymore, the reality won’t lick those wounds so well.” She sashays by me, and I reach forward and grab her hair.