head is harmed, and I’ll sit down and have that chat with you, with the promise I won’t fucking kill you before you can say your piece.” And with that he hangs up not giving me a chance to tell him to fuck off, that he’d never stand a chance to put a bullet in me before I took his ass out. It’s true too. There’s no way I’d let Jackson ‘Boss’ Car best me in this century, or the next. Call it pride, call me cocky, but no matter what you call it I know there isn’t a man that’d be able to take me down unless I allowed it. And in the case of Adelyn, I wouldn’t be allowing any man to best me.
I’m dressed in seconds. On my bike in less than two minutes. And pulling into her driveway in just over ten. I hate that she called Boss first. I hate that she didn’t feel comfortable enough to come to me. But what I hate the most is that I haven’t been here to protect her. That my issues got in the way a-fucking-gain.
The day after making love to Adelyn I broke off all ties with Beth. It wasn’t nice. It wasn’t pretty. And it sure as shit didn’t end in us remaining friends. Not that I would’ve wanted to, the chick is batshit crazy, a stage five clinger to begin with. The last thing I need is for a woman I’ve had my dick in to still be any part of my life.
To punctuate my point, the morning after the most mind-blowing sex of my life, I walked into my house to find an underwear only clad Beth passed out on my couch. Now where most of my brothers would be all over that in seconds, it served to do nothing aside from piss me the fuck off.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house,” I bark, shaking her shoulder to wake her ass up.
Startling, and almost rolling off the couch Beth sits up glaring daggers at me.
“Where were you? You said you’d come over last night?”
I don’t know where she get this shit from. I never said I’d see her last night, or any night before that. I tell her I’ll drop in if I can, if I want to. I don’t promise women things I can’t deliver on, hence never promising her a damn thing.
“Never said that, Beth. Told you I’d be over if my bike bought me that way, and I didn’t. So answer the fucking question, what the fuck are you doing here dressed like that,” I ask gesturing to her attire, or lack thereof.
Raising one overly plucked brow at me she runs her hand down her taut stomach, in what she probably believes is a provocative move. It’s not. I know what sexy is now. Truly sexy, not the pretend bullshit Beth’s trying to pull. The real honest to God underrated, natural sexiness that Adelyn possesses is more of a turn on than this will ever be. And in that moment I find myself wondering what in the hell I ever saw in Beth.
Beth walks toward me with an over emphasised sway of her hips still trailing her fingertips over her skin. A week ago my cock would’ve stood up and taken notice, now he’s fucking shrivelling by the second, trying to retreat into my abdomen in disgust.
“You like it? I bought it especially for you.” Her voice is low, and again what she assumes is sensual. The sound grates on me, make me want to kick her ass out, dressed like that or not.
Perusing her lingerie I can’t find a single thing about it redeeming. Where she’s wearing a black lace bra and thong, garters and matching sheer stockings with lace tops, I find my mind wandering to the hot pink satin with lace trim, and boy-short panties Adelyn was wearing last night. The way they contrasted against her perfect pale skin. The way they cupped her gorgeous heart shaped ass, and the bra framed her tits for my viewing pleasure. Granted they hadn’t stayed on long, but while they were I appreciated every second of how good they looked on her desperate to see what other colours she owned.
Focusing on the here and now is going to be difficult. Fuck that, it’s going to be nearly impossible. The images of Adelyn and her lingerie covered body,
I’m dressed in seconds. On my bike in less than two minutes. And pulling into her driveway in just over ten. I hate that she called Boss first. I hate that she didn’t feel comfortable enough to come to me. But what I hate the most is that I haven’t been here to protect her. That my issues got in the way a-fucking-gain.
The day after making love to Adelyn I broke off all ties with Beth. It wasn’t nice. It wasn’t pretty. And it sure as shit didn’t end in us remaining friends. Not that I would’ve wanted to, the chick is batshit crazy, a stage five clinger to begin with. The last thing I need is for a woman I’ve had my dick in to still be any part of my life.
To punctuate my point, the morning after the most mind-blowing sex of my life, I walked into my house to find an underwear only clad Beth passed out on my couch. Now where most of my brothers would be all over that in seconds, it served to do nothing aside from piss me the fuck off.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house,” I bark, shaking her shoulder to wake her ass up.
Startling, and almost rolling off the couch Beth sits up glaring daggers at me.
“Where were you? You said you’d come over last night?”
I don’t know where she get this shit from. I never said I’d see her last night, or any night before that. I tell her I’ll drop in if I can, if I want to. I don’t promise women things I can’t deliver on, hence never promising her a damn thing.
“Never said that, Beth. Told you I’d be over if my bike bought me that way, and I didn’t. So answer the fucking question, what the fuck are you doing here dressed like that,” I ask gesturing to her attire, or lack thereof.
Raising one overly plucked brow at me she runs her hand down her taut stomach, in what she probably believes is a provocative move. It’s not. I know what sexy is now. Truly sexy, not the pretend bullshit Beth’s trying to pull. The real honest to God underrated, natural sexiness that Adelyn possesses is more of a turn on than this will ever be. And in that moment I find myself wondering what in the hell I ever saw in Beth.
Beth walks toward me with an over emphasised sway of her hips still trailing her fingertips over her skin. A week ago my cock would’ve stood up and taken notice, now he’s fucking shrivelling by the second, trying to retreat into my abdomen in disgust.
“You like it? I bought it especially for you.” Her voice is low, and again what she assumes is sensual. The sound grates on me, make me want to kick her ass out, dressed like that or not.
Perusing her lingerie I can’t find a single thing about it redeeming. Where she’s wearing a black lace bra and thong, garters and matching sheer stockings with lace tops, I find my mind wandering to the hot pink satin with lace trim, and boy-short panties Adelyn was wearing last night. The way they contrasted against her perfect pale skin. The way they cupped her gorgeous heart shaped ass, and the bra framed her tits for my viewing pleasure. Granted they hadn’t stayed on long, but while they were I appreciated every second of how good they looked on her desperate to see what other colours she owned.
Focusing on the here and now is going to be difficult. Fuck that, it’s going to be nearly impossible. The images of Adelyn and her lingerie covered body,
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