“I’m not going shopping right now,” she says, squaring her shoulders. Looking down at her, I bend and grip the back of her upper thighs and pull her ass up onto the counter.
“Tell me no and I’ll stop,” I say hoarsely. She doesn’t say anything. She just bites her lip and leans into me and slides my zipper down, pulling out my dick. I smash my lips against hers and start dry fucking her pussy through her panties. My hands travel up her shirt and slip under her panties and kneed her ass.
“Condom?” I grunt, pulling away from her mouth. She kisses my neck then nips at my ear.
Whispering, she says, “Bathroom.” Pulling her off the counter and holding onto her tight, I walk up through the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. The door is open and when I walk us in, Nic reaches out and shuts it behind us. The second the door’s closed, we’re grabbing at each other and yanking clothes off like we’ve been deprived of this for a fucking century, and not just a week. She fiddles with a drawer to her left and yanks out a handful of condoms and drops them on the counter. Once we’re totally unclothed, I grab her face and fuck her mouth with my tongue. Her hands fight with the plastic wrapper of the condom. She barely gets the damn thing on my dick before I’m thrusting inside of her. We both come quick and hard. Our bodies are covered in sweat, and we’re panting like a pair of dying animals.
When I pull out, I yank off the condom without even looking and keep my attention on Nic. She stretches and climbs off the counter then reaches into the shower and gives me a perfect view of her naked ass. Walking up behind her, I pull her to me and take my half-hard dick in my hand and grip her hip as I run my dick along her swollen pussy. Testing the waters, I kick her legs apart just enough to expose her completely to me, and press myself into her slick core. She moans and grips the wall in front of her and pushes back at me, plunging me deeper. After the last time I rode her bare, I shouldn’t be so stupid, but I can’t help myself. I hate wearing a rubber, and she’s just so hot and tight and wet. So fuck it. I ride her bare and hard, and I regret nothing, not even when she says, “Fuck, you’re so big this way,” and I come sooner than I intend, do I think this is a bad fucking idea. Because now that I’ve felt my girl bare, I’m not going back.
An hour later, we’re on our way to the grocery store in her car after we shower properly. Even me asking her if she’ll suck my dick doesn’t ruin the mood, even though she laughs at me and says, “Not just no, but hell no.”
The car is definitely in need of some repairs, but I have to wait until she’s not paying attention to get it into the shop where most of my better tools are. She’s been offered and has refused enough help in the past that I know better than to outright tell her I’m going to fix it.
Two hours later, we’ve been up and down every aisle in the grocery store. I’m told that they don’t need peanut butter and then when I insist, I’m told that I grabbed the wrong kind. As it turns out, the wrong kind is the expensive kind. And that’s when I finally clue the fuck in. The cupboards are bare and the fridge is empty because she’s between paydays. I don’t need the specifics to have figured it out. I grew up dirt poor and remember the lean days between paychecks well. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to hook up with the club so badly. I didn’t want to feel that fucking low ever again. But looking around at Nic’s house, how everything is near falling apart—including her—I feel the first slight bit of shame I have in a while. Nic belongs to Forsaken. Her well-being is our responsibility, and if this is how she’s living then we’re fucking failing at our job. So halfway through the store, we start all over again, and when she bitches I tell her to shut the fuck up. It’s the only thing I can say that actually does get her to shut up. Still, we fight over who’s going to pay the bill even though we both know she can’t afford it. And I win because the cashier fears my patch, but not Nic’s bitching.
And four hours later, after I took a much-needed nap on the couch and fixed myself a sandwich—because despite the fresh supplies the woman still won’t fucking feed me—it’s time I head out. I still haven’t seen her shithead brother, but I have to go because it’ll be time for Church soon. After spending the last few hours with Nic, the last thing I want to do is walk away now, but I have to. Soon though, she will be asking me to stay, not eagerly walking me to the door like she is now. When the door shuts, I walk to my bike and start her up then head for the piece of shit place that Ryan and I share, leaving behind a place that once was a very happy home.
Chapter 12