“Don’t fucking fight me,” I growled.
I fucked her hard, using her like the cheap hole she was. It felt so fucking good. I closed my eyes, listening to her desperate breath, loving the way she moaned and wheezed in my grip. She forgot the pressure against her throat, snaking her hands back to reach for me, fists on my hoodie, pulling me harder into her.
My thighs tensed up, balls ready to fucking go. Her pussy clenched, milking me, and I was gone in her, shooting my load and swearing like a fucking lunatic, lost to everything but her sweet, hot cunt.
I dropped her when it was over, and she rubbed at her neck as though I’d nearly fucking killed her, gulping in air and making a big fucking deal about it. Satisfied she could breathe, she turned to face me, piggy eyes glinting with excitement.
“They didn’t lie about you, did they?”
I didn’t say a word, tossing the rubber to the floor and shoving my cock back in my jeans.
“Fancy coming back to mine? We could get that beer, go another round.”
I pulled up my hood, hiding my eyes from her. The cold wave of reality hit hard, and I felt dirty. Spent.
I looked at her through fresh eyes. She looked nothing like Sophie Harding. She wasn’t even close.
“Gonna go now,” I said. “I’ll walk you back.”
She looked disappointed but didn’t grumble, holding out a hand that I avoided, gripping hold of her elbow instead. I slipped into the shadows the moment her friends were back in sight.
She didn’t even have chance to say goodbye.
***
Casey jolted me awake. Barking then whining, spinning around on the spot, her tail tickling my nose as she went. I sat up, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the light. My stomach grumbled on instinct, the smell of toast making my mouth water.
Vicki poked her head around the shed door. She gave Casey a fuss with one hand, handing me a plate with the other.
“Sorry, only enough bread for one slice.”
I took the plate, grateful. The toast was dry, with hardly any butter, but it went down a fucking treat. I threw the crust to Case. “Thanks, Vick.”
She pulled her dressing gown tighter, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I could hear Slater through the back door, singing along to cartoons at full blast. She took out a pack of ten fags from her pocket, handed me one. I lit up, taking one hell of a drag. “What time is it?”
“Eight.”
I reached into my pocket, pulling out the wedge of notes. “One fifty, all there.”
“She was good for it, then.”
I nodded. “She was sound, yeah.”
Vicki counted it, then slid it inside the top of her nightdress, hooking it into her bra. “What did she want?”
I shrugged. “Nothing much.”
“Nothing much? For one fifty?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Just wanted some security, that’s all. Was going out.”
“Going out where?”
“Just a club.”
“Just a club? Wanted just a few favours, did she? She make you frig her off or some shit? Do a little gigolo?”
“Don’t be pissing daft, Vick.”
She puffed her way through her cigarette and sparked another straight up. She was scowling, as well, proper pissed off. “Thought you’d be smiling, got the Stoney brothers off your case for a while.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“What’s up? Is it Slay? Keep you up, did he?”
“I was up waiting for you.”
Guilt and anger brawled in my stomach, having a right old punch up. “Told you before, shouldn’t be waiting up for me.”
“Stayed up till three. You weren’t back.”
“Took a walk, after. Needed to unwind.”
“Just a walk?”
“Yeah, just a pissing walk.”
“Weren’t off shagging Lozza Price, then?”
Anger won. “Fucking hell, Vick. Facebook? I hate that fucking shit.”
“Gemma Davies put a status up last night. Said you were all over her apparently, snogging her face off, then fucked her by Al’s chip shop and went back to hers for afters.”
“Facebook’s full of fucking bollocks.”
“So, you didn’t shag her?”
“Weren’t by Al’s, and I didn’t go back to hers, neither.”
She looked over the wall, over towards tower one. “Didn’t think she was your type.”
“And what’s that, Vick?”
She shrugged. “Didn’t think you even liked blondes.”
“She was there, that’s all.” I got up, stepped out into the cold air. I took a deep breath, chasing off the sleep. Casey took a piss by the gate, then gambolled around the place, tail wagging. “Better take her out, wants a run.”