Page 25 of Bad for You

“So, fucking talk.”

“Boy, do not test me. After what you did to Trip…”

“He deserved it. You didn’t see Soph…” Why was I wasting my breath? “It’s done.”

“He’s your brother.”

“He’s nothing to me, not anymore. And he didn’t just beat his woman, he screwed over his club. Stones sent me to cut that fucker out, and I was happy to do it. You should be thanking me for leaving him alive.” It had been the worst few months of my damned life, but no way was I sharing that with the old man.

Silence, just heavy breathing. He was trying to gather his control. If I’d been in front of him, he would have swung at me.

“We have important shit to discuss. I’m heading your way in a couple weeks, we’ll talk then.”

He hung up.

I gripped my phone tight, barely resisting throwing it across the room. I needed a fight, to get back in the ring, and soon. Fucking usually helped when I was like this, but the only woman I wanted hated my guts.

And after that call, I was positive I’d done the right thing letting her go.

I leaned against the window frame, taking in the street below, and tried to pull my shit together.

The door to The Mule opened across the street and I hissed out a breath as Lila and Trix walked out. Okay, so the universe was obviously just gonna keep punching me in the balls. Awesome. Trix gave Lila a hug and climbed into her beat-up Toyota. She drove off, leaving Lila alone by her car. Lila wore a fitted coat that hugged her curves. Her legs were bare, and I’d bet my bike she was wearing one of those sexy skirts that hugged her ass underneath.

She adjusted her glasses and licked her lip, the hot-as-fuck, pouty lower one. Though I had a serious fondness for the top one as well. I’d spent a lot of time worshipping that perfect mouth. Any chance I could get her alone, I’d claimed those lips.

My dick started to throb.

I imagined sucking, licking her soft lips while I fucked her. Then imagined her on her knees, sliding my cock between those cherry lips, watching them spread wide around me.

Christ, I’d had her mouth on me the night she came to see me, and I couldn’t even remember it. That was some serious torture right there.

She stopped suddenly and took her phone out of her purse, putting it to her ear. She smiled, her pretty mouth moving as she talked. My cock pulsed harder, my balls drawing tight.

It was messed up, sleazy, but I shoved my sweatpants down and freed my hard cock, wrapping my fingers around it, and squeezed. Yeah, I was a twisted asshole, but I needed it, needed this release before I lost my mind.

My gaze slid up her exposed throat, smooth and pale, and just that did it for me. Lila’s throat turned me on more than all the bare tits and ass I could get my hands on. While I’d been away, I’d had beautiful women hot for me, offer themselves to me, ready to do whatever dirty shit I was into, and I’d turned them all down. I didn’t want anything they had to give me.

Now I was standing at a window stroking my cock while I imagined kissing and sucking Lila’s throat and I didn’t think I’d ever been this turned on, this hard, in my life.

She threw her head back and laughed, and I swallowed, loud in my silent apartment. I jerked it faster, harder. Pre-come leaked from the head, coating my fingers, and I groaned as she tucked her hair behind her ear, showing me more of her throat, a little peek of her delicate earlobe.

She bit her lower lip, then licked it, and I leaned my shoulder against the window frame before my legs gave out and gripped my nuts with the other, squeezing and tugging on them.

Her eyes lifted suddenly, and she stilled.

She could see me.

My dick was below the window and I didn’t know how well she could see me with just a small lamp going behind me, but she stood there frozen, staring back at me. Having her eyes on me was too much, and my hips snapped forward.

I bit back a rough sound and started coming hard.

I was still coming when she looked away, when she took that beautiful gaze away from me. The loss hit me so deep, I actually whimpered.

She got in her car and a moment later she was gone.

I stood there for a while longer, breathing hard.

And despite just blowing my load, I was still amped up. On edge. I needed to get out of this apartment. Because as hard as I’d come, I didn’t feel satisfied. Hollow was a better word. With Lila gone, I kind of felt like shit. Nothing new there.