“I can’t tell you, I’m sorry. But you will love me for doing it.”
She laughs while splashing water on her face. “You know, I had to beg Blake to even let you come out tonight.” I walk up behind her and look at her in the mirror.
“What do you mean? He was the one that decided I wasn’t worth the fight, Alaina, not me.” She drops her hands, turning to me. “I’m sorry, that was a dumb thing to say.”
I wave my hands away. “Don’t worry, its forgotten. Let’s go dance.”
Ordering more shots, we shoot them up then move to the dance floor, where Brandon Beal’s “Twerk it like Miley” comes blasting through the speakers. We start laughing, dropping it low and grinding up on each other in probably the most inappropriate of ways, but it’s what we do. I turn my head around and see Blake sitting at the bar with the rest of the boys, them all watching us like hawks; I stop and pull Alaina into me so I can whisper in her ear.
“You invited them?” I ask. She shakes her head before putting her face up to my ear.
“I told them where we were going before, but that’s all, I swear.” She throws her arms up. I roll my eyes and forget that they are there; Blake hasn’t made a move on me since before he found out I was pregnant, he’s not about to do it now. Which is a good thing, because the thought alone makes my skin burn with need. When the song finishes, it’s followed closely by Papa Roach’s “Last Resort” and I automatically look to Blake, knowing that he and I share the same love for good rock music. He lifts his bottle to his lips, smirking around the rim before letting the drink drop down his throat. I keep dancing, not taking my eyes off him, watching as his eyes grow dark and needy. I haven’t seen that look in months, and any time I thought I had seen that look, I thought I had imagined it. I turn my back on him as I begin to dance more, not being able to contain how much I am turned on just by his stare; he could make me orgasm all over this floor with that look alone. I feel a body flush up against my back, so I spin around and meet his grasp.
“Oh, I exist?” I ask him innocently. He wraps his arm around my back, pulling me into him.
“You have always fucking existed Vicky, but now I don’t give a fuck about anything else, I need to have you.” I laugh and stumble backwards.
“Tsk tsk biker man, your ship has sailed.” I have no idea what I am talking about; there is no way his ship has sailed. He pulls me back into him, and pushes me up against a wall in the dark corners of the room. Bringing his head down to my ear, he runs his perfect pouty lips around the edges. “I don’t believe you; I can feel you squirming under me as we speak.” I start to breathe heavily. I would be lying if I said that I don’t feel disappointed in how I feel right now, I feel ready to open my legs up to this man in an instant, despite everything. Whore. One of his hands stays up against the wall beside my head, the other hand drops to cup my ass. “Fuck I love your body. I loved it then, but I love it even more now. This ass? Goddamn,” he growls into my ear, setting alight a fire in between my legs. His legs push mine open, until his crotch is pushing into mine. All I can feel is his huge bulge pushing up against me. I moan out a little at the contact; making him bring his mouth over mine lightly, while he slowly opens my mouth up with his tongue. He slides it over mine, before it turns into a full-blown hungry kiss. My hands have flown up to wrap around his neck, and he currently has me up against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. “Blake?”
He carries me through the crowd to an exit, pushing it open onto a dark back alley. I laugh while kissing him, as he pushes me up against the brick wall. I feel the roughness of the wall on my back, but I don’t care; I want him and need him, now.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you baby. I’m sorry, I’ll explain it all to you tonight,” he says, pausing what we were doing.
“Okay.”
With that, he moves his hands up my dress, moving my panties to the side and dipping his fingers into me; massaging my g-spot. My eyes roll back in pleasure. “You on the pill? A different pill?” he asks. I nod my head and he brings his hand up, pulling my dress down over my breasts, sucking each of them roughly. He runs his hand back down my dress and unzips his jeans, pulling his dick out and slamming it into me. I scream out at the contact that I have craved for so long. My need for this man is beyond normal, it is borderline obsession. He’s pounding into me, hard; I feel myself tense up around his cock as my body begins to convulse from my orgasm. He pounds into me one last time, before I feel his dick start twitching inside me. “Holy fuck,” I say while sliding down off the wall. He hooks his finger under my chin, tilting my face up to his and kissing me sweetly on the lips. I smile, and look over his shoulder just in time to see Corrin, his ex-girlfriend, drawing a gun up and pointing it at him. My need to protect the man that I love takes over me, and all sense leaves my body. I scream out, “NO!” as I run in front of him, taking the bullet that she fired right in my stomach. I fall to the ground, as my whole world turns black. The last thing I hear is Blake shouting, and a car’s tyres screeching while taking off.