He stares right back at me. “I’m not fuckin’ like you, Luck. I don’t need to conquer shit to feel like a man. I don’t need to claim a woman like a fuckin’ caveman just to prove that I’ve got the biggest balls in the room. I don’t evenneedto have the biggest balls in the room. I don’t have all the fuckin’ problems you do that made you like this.” He looks away and settles deep into the chair. “I’m over this stupid game you’re trying to make me play with her. The only thing I’m interested in playing has five tubs and three pies. That’s the only reason I left New York with you in the first place.”
“Oh,well, aren’t you just a guy worthallhis fuckin’ salt, huh, Donnelly?” I chuckle bitterly. Standing up, I down my drink and snuff out the cigar in the crystal ashtray. “I think I will go by her room. This quarantine’s gettin’ kinda boring, honestly.” I slip my hand in my pocket and half turn to gesture at Gwyn, who’s now forced Shawna to lie on his stomach so she can hog-tie him. “Gwyn and Shawna’s kinky little song-and-dance doesn’t really do it for me like it used to. And I don’t need to fuck Ava to have fun with her.” I rub my chin and, just to get a reaction out of him, I add maliciously, “I kinda like making her cry. I’ve done that a time or two already.”
I don’t actually like making her cry at all, but Patrick thinkingI do will surely spur him to dosomething.
But alas. No reaction at all.
That’sannoying.
I step around his chair and head toward the hall, pausing to smooch the top of Pearl’s head on my way out. I wish Ava would take a little inspiration from Pearl letting herself loose like this. Pearl knew exactly what was missing from her life and used these unfortunate circumstances to zero-in on filling it. She’s wise enough to know that Piper might not be some kind permanent fixture after all this is over, but at least she’s allowing herself the freedom to try tolivewhile life has screeched to a halt. Ava has done the polar opposite, and it just pisses me off.
I’ve been watching the news. I’ve got buddies who live in the epicenter of this virus. They’re getting sick left and right, dropping like fucking flies. I know where this shit’s headed. The government’s just as fuckin’ bound and gagged as Shawna is right now, to the point they can’t do anything about it, and the vast majority of people are about to get fucked.
This thing’s not going away any time soon. The economy’s gonna crash and burn, and that’ll force the lockdown to end, and then, people are going to die. Alotof them. Probably a bunch in this very house.
I might die. Ava might die. Everyone should fucking realize this. And yet, she doesn’t. She wants to pretend like she’s going to come out of this thing unscathed if she just follows the rules. She’s fucking wrong about that. She needs to get her head straight and realize that this lockdown is actually going to be the last chance at trulylivingthat she’s gonna get. Especially since she’s atmyplace.
I don’t even knock and just push the door open.
Ava’s standing in front of the open doors to the balcony wearing nothing but the gold heels, a black tank top, and a pair of cheeky, boy-cut panties that are pale pink and sheer enough that I can see exactly what kind of haircut she’s sporting down below.
Mother fucking promised land, indeed.
I’m notgoing to change my mind about putting my dick in the honey pot that Patrick already tainted. But I am definitelytaking a mental picture to use later.
Ava spins around, her long, brunette hair flying and her hazel eyes going wide. “Get the hell out of here.”
I shut and lock the door, then lean my back against it. “No.”
She inches backward, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “If you so much as try to touch me, I will break all your fingers so badly that you’ll never play the piano again.”
I smirk. “How’d you know I like it rough, Ava doll? Oh wait.” I wag my finger at her. “‘Cuz you’ve watched me. How could I forget?”
She doesn’t react. “Where’s Patrick?”
“He changed his mind. He doesn’t want to play with you no more.” I push away from the door, slipping my hands in my pockets. “He’s just no fun sometimes. So I thought I’d come play with you instead.”
“You’re not touching me,” she snaps.
I hitch my shoulders and let them drop. “I didn’t say I was going to.”
“Then why are you in here?”
I stalk toward her, my eyes raking over her half-naked body as I circle her and then stroll out to the balcony. “I thought maybe we could just talk.”
Ava doesn’t move. I glance at the balcony and locate the two wrought iron chaise lounges, then take a seat on one. “Have a seat,” I say, inviting her to the opposite chair with an upturned palm.
She still doesn’t move.
“Come on over. The breeze is nice and warm.”
After a beat of hesitation, she stomps onto the balcony in a way that causes her hips to swing and her small, yet perky ass to jiggle with each step. When she sits down and crosses her legs, I catch a glimpse of an obvious damp spot on the crotch of her panties.
I guess Gwyn and Shawna’s little show was one more type of the secret kink that gets Ava going.
Fucking Donnelly.
What I wouldn’t give to lean her against the balcony rail and drive my dick deep into that wet pussy of hers.
