Maybe I’m a bastard for not listening to her denials. I lean down and run my tongue up the salty skin of her neck, stopping when I’m at her ear.
“You may say no, but your body says something else entirely,” I tell her. “Even now, your sweet little cunt is filled with your desire. I bet it’s running down your legs because your body is weeping for me, readying itself… for me. I could fuck you up against the tombstone right now, Beth, and do you know what? You’d not only let me—you’d beg for it by the time I was done. So name a fucking time for us to meet, or I’ll prove you a liar right now. The choice is yours.”
Her breaths are coming in ragged gasps. Her nipples are pebbled hard against the white cotton dress she has on. She’s close to the edge and I’ve done very little compared to what I want to do. She licks her lips and her gray eyes search for mine, but it’s impossible for her at this angle.
“My guardians know I’ve been sneaking out. It will be hard to get away,” she reasons.
I kiss her temple and carefully release her, knowing I’ve won. The thrill of victory is not there. It’s a sad consolation gift because what I really want is to fuck her—and fuck her hard.
“Tomorrow, meet me here at this same time. Do not be late, querida. I am not above coming to your school to get you, and I’m pretty sure that is not what you want.”
She pulls away from me. She looks back briefly, and her eyes are large with shock.
“Skull…”
“Go, while I’m still of a mind to let you, Beth. Tomorrow.”
She swallows, her hand coming up to her throat.
“Tomorrow,” she repeats, then backs away from me. Once we are about ten feet apart, she turns and runs the way she’d come.
Me? I adjust my dick and promise myself to make it better tomorrow. Damn…
“Hey, Boss,” Latch calls out.
He’s getting ready to re-up. They’ll be shipping his ass out to Kandahar next month. I’m going to miss the bastard. It’s been nice having him home, but he gets bored when he’s not deployed. Sabre has tried to talk him into sticking around, but he’s not having it. Latch and Sabre are closer than brothers. They fought alongside each other for five years in that hell. When their platoon got cornered and was taking fire, they lost every friend and squad member they had. The two of them worked to save each other. They survived being POW’s together—and I figure a hell of a lot more. I don’t ask. Some shit a man never wants to talk about. I know I have crap I don’t want to rehash ever again.
“Hey, man. Sabre and Torch back yet?”
“No, not yet, but Sabre checked in about twenty minutes ago and said the package was delivered.”
I nod. Well, that’s one good thing for the day. Let’s see if the Donahues can ignore that shit. Bastards. Scarlett, one of the club girls, comes over and my body goes tight.
“Skull,” she purrs, setting my nerves on end. Her body pushes up against mine, her breasts against my arm. My dick doesn’t even move. It’s like the damn thing is broken. I know the truth, though. I only want Beth. No other pussy will do. It’s a temporary thing. I’ve always had a healthy appetite for sex. I just need to fuck Beth out of my system and get back to normal.
That begins tomorrow. “Hey, Scarlett.”
“I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished.”
And the dick… still doesn’t move.
“Tell me you’re not that big of a fucking idiot!” Pistol yells from across the room, marching in and slamming the door. He strides over to me and, as much as I want to kill him, I’m grateful he gets me out of the mess with Scarlett.
“Another time, pet. Another time,” I tell her before turning all of my attention to the man I’m going to kill before the month is out. I just know it in my gut. He’s pushing me too far. I turn around and face him like I’m bored, then wait.
“You had Torch tell the Donahues that unless they agree to meet with us, you’re confiscating their next delivery? Are you loco or just fucking stupid?”
“I do not like being ignored. I needed to get a message across.”
“Oh, you’ll achieve that. You’ll get every fucking one of us killed!”