“Just break it off,” Gauge says.
“He’s right. Don’t string her along, Wolf. If you really don’t want to be with her, just send her ass packing,” Dez says. I smirk at her.
“Would you walk away if he told you that?”
“Hell no, but I’m an asshole,” she smirks at me. I shake my head and shove out of the chair before stalking down the hallway. Shoving the door open to my room, I step in and stop. Lauren stands with her back to me, her blonde hair hanging just past her shoulders. My cock hardens as I take her in. She’s gorgeous, that was never a question, but she isn’t what I need. I should let her go but I’m selfish as fuck.
“You waitin’ on me?” I ask huskily as I slowly make my way over to her, stripping out of my clothes as I go. Lauren turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her long lashes fluttering as if she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me.
“What were you talking about out there?” She asks but her tone is sexual. She’s flirting with me and I almost like it.
“Nothin’ that concerns you,” I tell her as I run my fingers up her side watching how she shivers.
“Why do you like keeping secrets, Wolf?”
“I’m not. It just doesn’t concern you.” She leans back into my touch, her head resting on my chest. I almost want to bend her over and take her right here and now, but I can feel the way she tenses. “What the fuck is it now, Lauren?”
“We’ve been engaged for almost a year, Wolf. When are we getting married?” Fuck! I should have saw this coming. I should have known she would bring this up. Leaning down, I press a kiss to her neck, but she pulls away grabbing her clothes off the bed.
“What are you doin’?”
“You don’t want to tell me what secrets you’re keeping. You don’t want to answer my questions. Everything with you is always sex. I’m sick of it!” She is not leaving me standing here with a fucking hard on the size of Texas, is she? I watch her as she pulls her clothes back on. Yeah, she is.
“Are you kiddin’ me right now?” I snap loudly. She turns to look at me, her eyes falling to my harden cock.
“I guess a club whore will have to do now, huh?” Her eyes blaze with fire and I know she’s serious. I grab my cock and start stroking it as I look at her.
“You just gonna walk away?” I ask, keeping a slow pace. She licks her lips but nods her head.
“I’m tired of this,” she says softly. I nod my head this time.
“Me too. Now come on, Lauren.” The words come out a little harsher than I meant them to. Lauren’s eyes snap back to mine and that’s when I see it. She’s pissed. I step closer to her but she sidesteps me and walks toward the door. I fall back onto the bed and lay there.
“I’m over this. Bye,” she snaps, slamming the door behind her. My phone rings not even five minutes later. I grab it up and answer.
“You comin’ back?” I ask expecting it to be her. It’s not. It’s so not her.
“I’m so wet right now,” the voice on the other end sounds almost pained but still sexy as hell.
“Oh yeah?” the line goes silent.
“Bryant?”
“No fuckin’ way is this Bryant, but don’t you dare stop,” I whisper huskily into the line. The girl on the other end pants softly before I hear her moan. “Where is your hand right now, darlin’?” I listen to the soft pants before she answers. I hope like hell this girl isn’t underage.
“On my stomach.”
“Hmm, move it lower for me,” I whisper into the phone as I stroke my cock with my other hand. I’ve never had to do this shit before but damn, she picked the best time ever to call a wrong number.
“Where?”
“You know where.” Her soft sighs and moans make my cock harder than ever. “Slip a finger inside of yourself.”
“Oh God.” I chuckle softly.
“Tell me what it feels like,” I urge her on.
“It’s not enough.”
“Add another finger,” I tell her. Her moans get louder. She’s enjoying this.
“Picture my pierced tongue slippin’ all over that clit.”
“Pierced? Fuck,” she moans louder.
“Use your other hand and play with your clit,” I tell her. My cock is so fucking hard I’m about to blow but hearing this unknown girl panting in my ear is too fucking erotic to end just yet.
“Oh, shit. I’m so close,” she whines into the line.
“Move them faster. Harder,” I tell her as I jerk myself off to the point of pain. I don’t give a shit either. I’ll gladly take the pain as long she doesn’t stop.
“Oh, fuck! Shit,” she hisses as she comes. I jerk a few more times until I come, spilling my release all over my stomach. I’m panting for air as I come back down, never having come like that in my life.
“You okay?” I ask into the line. I can still hear her heavy breathing.
“That was…I don’t know what that was, but I want to do it again.” I chuckle at her boldness.
“You got my number now, sweetheart.” I hang up the phone and lie here completely worn out by my own fucking hand. Isn’t that ironic.
Four
Krista
I sit with a cigarette hanging from my lips as I watch her. She’s so damn beautiful. There are times when I question myself, why did I do it? Why didn’t I keep her? Then it all hits me. I was sixteen and had no way to keep her. She was sent to me from the god’s above, but she held a higher place in this world. Eva was born my little girl eight years ago. I knew I couldn’t keep her, but I also knew that somewhere out in the world were parents that couldn’t have a child that needed her. So, I did what I did. I gave her up for adoption. It was an open adoption, so I knew what family she was going to. They are amazing. They take care of her far better than I ever could have. She has everything a little girl could ask for.
“How long do you plan on doing this?” I roll my eyes when my friend, Ester asks that.
“As long as I need to.”
“Shouldn’t you just tell them? I mean, it’s not like they can’t afford security,” she huffs. Ester grew up much like me. Not having a dime to our names, we knew the streets were our home and we made those same streets our bitch.
“That’s not the point. I can handle that bastard,” I say, knowing damn good and well that if he tries to step foot anywhere near that little girl, I will kill him and enjoy it. The circumstances surrounding Eva’s conception weren’t loving. In fact, it’s the opposite. Her biological father, if you can even call the piece of shit that, came from money. He was wealthy, much like her parents are now. I’m sure you’re asking yourself why I didn’t go to him with the news of Eva then. Well, that’s easy. He raped me. If he could do that to me, what would he do to her?
“Do you really think he’s looking?” She asks glancing over at me. I shrug and take another drag.
“He was pretty pissed when he found out.”
“He never wanted kids before,” she adds and she’s right. He didn’t.