I move out slowly, then draw back in. Her body quivers under mine. Gooseflesh springs up across her tits and her thighs. My muscles tense, and I can feel it fucking coming soon. She reaches up, cupping my chin, her eyes fixated so intently on mine. The way she looks at me just fucks me up—so trusting, so caring, so fucking stupid. It’s like she’s seeing someone who’s not here, someone who died the day he earned his cut. Lifting her head, she brings her lips to mine and kisses me with just as much care. I’ve never been one for kissing while fucking, but I let her do it anyway. I guess I owe her this for that shit from the other night.
She slips her tongue into my mouth, and I eagerly welcome it. Just as I consume her mouth with my own, her body tenses beneath me, her pussy clamps down, and I can’t stop myself from coming with her. She pulsates around me in a frantic rhythm, never breaking our kiss. I fight through my own orgasm, as the warmth envelopes me, sweat drips onto her forehead, and my eyes fly back into my head.
When I finally come down from the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had, I open my eyes and study her. Her brown eyes are wide, and she’s panting heavily. She opens her mouth and, with a breathy whisper, says, “Holy shit.”
Moving off of her, I slide out of fucking wonderland and roll off the condom, tossing it into a nearby trash can. My lips turn up into a smile at her appreciation of my dick and his skills. He is pretty fucking impressive, if I do say so myself. Standing in her room, watching her scamper under her covers, I’m struck by a sudden awkwardness. This is why I don’t normally fuck chicks at their place. It’s too awkward when I give their ass a pat and walk out the door. Especially because the last thing I want to do right now is walk out the fucking door.
Before I can make up my mind about what the fuck I’m going to do now, she throws the covers off her beautiful naked fucking body and rushes past me to her closet where she throws on a robe. Keeping her head down, she leaves the room muttering something about needing a shower. Frustrated because I don’t even know what the hell just happened, I grab my sweats from my duffle and throw them on then leave the room and walk down the hallway to the kitchen.
Just beyond the kitchen, in the living room, is Ma, curled up on the couch, watching a movie. Her eyelids are half-closed and her lips are parted. Smiling, I cross the room and pull down the throw blanket from the back of the couch. She stirs and opens her eyes, yawning.
“Hey Punk,” she says, cuddling into the throw blanket. Her eyes travel down my damp frame and take in the change of clothes. Her eyes narrow and her voice comes out much harder when she says, “Don’t hurt her.”
I give her my classic smirk to cover up the onslaught of paranoia that’s settling in. I’m not used to dealing with this shit. The chicks I fuck don’t have their friends or moms coming to me, asking why I’m not calling the bitch. This shit doesn’t happen to me. But I guess when she’s Ma’s kid, it does. Without anything good I can say, I walk away, striding down the other hallway that leads to Ma and Pop’s room. Passing Ian’s old room, I duck into the hall bath where I turn on the shower. Dropping my sweats onto the floor, I catch sight of a rim of bright pink around my dick. I rub my thumb over it and the pink smudges. On closer inspection, I see it’s lipstick. Chel’s lipstick.
Stepping into the shower, scrub the lipstick off furiously until my dick is bright red and stinging like a bitch. This isn’t the first time this shit has happened, but it shouldn’t have happened now. Not with Cub. This is the shit Ma was talking about. Fuck. Once my dick is clean and so is the rest of me, I turn the water off, pat myself dry, and pull my sweats back on.
Back in Alex’s room, she’s curled up on her side with her covers pulled to her shoulders. I crawl in the empty side of her bed, fighting for my share of the comforter as I stare at her back. “Will you share the damn covers?”
She flops over, scowling at me. Her eyes are red like she’s upset, but trying to hide it as best she can. Ma’s words ring in my head for the hundredth goddamn time. Don’t hurt her.
"You deserve happily ever after," I say, for no other reason than I’m a fucking moron.
She clutches the blankets to her chest and hisses, “I don’t want happily ever after. I want fucked up and mean.”
“You don’t want me,” I say. “I’m a bastard, remember?”
“Don’t you tell me what I want!” she says, pulls on the comforter, and wiggles in closer to me, curling up against my side. And as much as I want to tell her that I don’t cuddle with chicks, it’d be a lie. Because having her next to me is really fucking comfortable, and I’ll pop a cap in anybody’s ass who thinks they’re moving us out of this bed.
Chapter 25
Love has its place, as does hate. Peace has its place, as does war. Mercy has its place, as do cruelty and revenge.
Meir Kahane
“IT’S NOT FUNNY,” she whines through a scowl, but the smile on her face is bright.