Page 93 of Bad for You

She grabbed her coat as I led her from the living room and out the door. I opened the passenger side door of my truck for her and she climbed in.

It began to snow lightly as we hit the road, and I reached out, taking her hand as we drove the fifteen minutes to Rocktown.

Lila

I glanced at Jesse beside me, positive I was dreaming. But he sat beside me, tall and strong and so beautiful I couldn’t look away.

I had him back.

He glanced at me, and the look in his eyes stole my breath. Tension radiated from his big body, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Jesse wanted me. Badly. Had missed me like I’d missed him.

I made myself look away. If I didn’t, I’d climb into his lap while he drove and cause an accident.

We finally drove into Rocktown, and as soon as he pulled up outside his apartment, we were out of the truck. Jesse came around, took my hand, and led me to the tattoo shop, quickly unlocking the door and letting us in. Then he had my hand again and was leading me upstairs.

As soon as we walked into his apartment, Jesse kicked the door closed behind us and pulled me in close, kissing me like only he could. My hands roamed, sliding up under his shirt, needing to feel his warmth, his taut skin under my hands.

He gripped my shirt and tugged it off over my head, flinging it aside, and his hands slid up my sides to the outsides of my breasts. He squeezed them together and leaned in, pressing his face against them and groaned.

His whiskers tickled my skin, and I chuckled as he reached around me and undid my bra, tugging it down my arms. He flung that aside and my chuckles died as he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking, as he tightened his hold around my waist and lifted me off the ground, all before my next breath.

He moved across the room and pressed me against the narrow bit of wall between the large windows there.

“Missed you so much, Bambi,” he said against my lips as his fingers worked open my jeans.

I did the same, popping the button and tearing down the zipper. “I missed you, too.”

He shoved his hand down the front of my underwear. “And this tight little pussy, did you miss me here as well, Lila?”

I whimpered. “Yes. God, Jesse, so much.”

“So wet. Fuck, baby, so wet. Need you naked.”

Two minutes later we were both completely naked and Jesse had a condom in his hand. I watched, breathing hard as he rolled it on, my body quivering, aching, desperate to have him inside me again. Then he was lifting me, pressing me into the narrow wall at my back and sliding inside me.

I cried out, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, my head dropping to his shoulder as he stretched me, filling me so completely that I couldn’t catch my breath. He pulled out and slammed back in, and I gasped, my head flinging back. Jesse’s hand was there stopping me from hitting the wall, and he fisted my hair and held my eyes as he started pounding into me hard, relentless.

“All mine. You’re all mine, aren’t you, Lila?”

I clung to him tighter. “Y-yes.”

“You’ll never leave me again, will you, baby?”

He slammed deep.

I cried out. “No, never.”

He shook as he thrust into me over and over, then he kissed me again and pulled out suddenly, spinning me so I was in front of the large window, looking down at the street below. He lifted my hands against the glass, his mouth going to my ear. “Don’t move.”

My arms shook and my legs trembled. I was so empty. I wanted him back inside me. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. He pulled me back against him, and something cool brushed my side. When I saw what it was, I sucked in a breath. The leather vest he’d tried to give me. Property of Grifter on the back.

He didn’t say anything, just put it on me. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time, and I had no intention of turning him down. I wanted it. I wanted to be his and him to be mine.

He growled, and one of his hands came around me, cupping a breast, the other gripping my hip, and he thrust back inside me. Light from the street below barely reached us, and it was dark up here, so no one could see what we were doing, but the idea that they could, that they could see Jesse claiming me, because that’s what he was doing, was so exciting, I pushed back against him.

“That’s my good girl,” he rasped against my ear.

“I’m not…I’m not a good girl.”