She looks down, stares. Tilts her head and stares some more.
“Now who’s the one doing all the staring and so little fucking?” I smirk as I grab my cock and run my hand over the whole of it, already getting hard for round two. Just like her, it’s been a good damn long while for me too. We might as well both be virgins, her so damn tight and me ready to go again like a damn teenager.
She pulls her gaze from my dick and looks me in the eye. “Why don’t you build a bridge, then?”
“A what? You want me to build a bridge to get to you?” I toe off my shoes and slide out of my socks before pushing my shorts to the ground.
“No, build a damn bridge to get over it.”
“What?” I kneel on the bed, grabbing her socks and pulling them off before doing the same with her damp, slightly stretched-out panties.
“Get over it.”
“What isit?”
“Everything. The excuse you use in your head for dropping me. That you’re still talking to me and not fucking me. All of it. Get over it and start fucking me before I find the good doc and ask him to get me off again.” She leans up, anchoring her elbows on my bed as she rises and moves her head about like she’s looking for the best place to bite, orstrike. She’s vicious enough to come out like a cobra to get what she wants.
“Fuck that.” I grab her neck, squeezing tight. “No one else is getting in this tight pussy till I say when. Now, why don’t you shut the fuck up before I put that mouth of yours to work on sucking my cock?”
“No need for the dirty talk.” She licks her lips. “I’m already dripping.”
She takes charge and leans into my hand as she claims my lips. Andclaimsis true, as I don’t even put up a fight. I fucking love that neither of us has to mess around with sweet words to get where we want to go. We’re both screwed up enough to be getting off hard on this. This banter, the laughter, the name-calling—whatever you call it, I’m all for it.
And I’m not about to let it go anytime soon.
Chapter 20—Milly
“Well, aren’t you becoming a regular,” Ruby says as she plops her ass on the chair across from me.
I don’t rise to her bait, just roll my eyes and kick out the chair closest to me, then cross my feet on it. Girl just smirks and joins me, taking the other half of the chair for her own footstool.
“Don’t get all attached. I’m busting out of here soon,” I say as I take a pull of my Red Bull. Finally convinced the prospect to keep it stocked at the clubhouse so I have something to live on before noon.
“That right? You got help, or you need a lookout?”
And just like that, Mia comes to my mind, though without an ounce of sadness. She would have loved Ruby. Not only for her style but because she has my back at a moment’s notice. That’s how Mia and I started. It was instant. Even if I’m not sticking around, I’ve got a feeling that Ruby and I won’t become strangers again.
“Thanks for the offer, but family’s coming in.” That has her raising an eyebrow as she sits straighter, but not enough to forgo her footstool. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. Your pops was the one who called him, apparently. It’s all sanctioned.”
“Thank God.” She drops her feet off the chair as she pulls her bag up from the ground and starts looking through it. “I can’t deal with anymore ‘overprotective daddy’ moments.Guy’s finally been letting the leash out a bit, and I’m not about to get thrown back into the doghouse just when I get some fresh air.”
Her analogy amuses me, and I fight my laughter. “That bad?”
“Ugh, it’s the worst. When Mom was around, I had a buffer, you know? Even after cancer took her, he was still reasonable, willing to talk through things. Then things took some turns with the club, got a few enemies, got a bump or two on my head, and bam! Suddenly, I’m five years old and can’t cross the street without someone holding my hand.” She pulls out a black makeup bag from her purse and puts it on the table. Opening it up, she ignores the mascara, lipstick, and other cosmetics but goes for the square compact. She takes out a small lens holder before she pokes at her eye and pulls out one of her contacts.
“Sorry, but my eyes are killing me. These summer minicourses are great to get in some extra credits, but they force you to take a four-month course in like a week. My eyes are on fire from all the studying I’ve been doing.” She takes out the other before squeezing something into the lens holder and putting it all away. After another rummage in her purse, she takes out glasses that I swear to God make her look almost innocent.
I burst out laughing as she pulls her hair into a ponytail, making it worse. Well, making her look hotter, but also tickling my funny bone like crazy.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Yankee-Doodle. I’ve worn these maybe three times in my life. I hate them. I look like such a nerd.”
“A hot nerd.” I snort as I try to control my laughter.
She waves my comment away, but with a small smile. “Whatever.”
“Ruby?”
We both turn at the question and see Kooper and Domino staring at us as they stand by the pool table, cues in hand.
