No, probably just me. Fuck if I didn't deserve it, as much as she'd deserved my hand against her ass.
I rode through Knoxville's dark streets, conflicted the whole fucking trip to her building. Her grip on me was surprisingly tight for what just went down. She must've been fighting every urge in her to recoil, to run, to get the fuck away from me and this dirty underworld before it chewed her all the way up.
Cora's building came into sight. Turning my bike to the curb, I slowed down and killed my engine, standing up before she could pluck off her helmet and go.
“Wait.” I stood up straight, and leaned down, my ice blue eyes meeting hers. “My job's to protect you. I can't have you holding any grudges, or thinking I'm gonna go off like a loose fuckin' cannon every time we're together. Whatever happened back there, I can't take it back. So, I'm giving you a chance to suck some of the poison outta your system.”
She looked at me like I didn't understand. Had to spell it out for her.
“Babe, punch me in the damned face, as hard as you can, if you feel like it'll help.”
Cora blinked. “You want me to hit you?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Therapy or some shit. Hitting things always makes me feel better, especially if it's the fuckers I'm pissed at.”
With a sigh, she ripped her helmet off, and then shoved it against my chest. “You really don't have a clue, do you? I need to go. You do your job, Firefly, and I'll do mine. That's all we need to worry about to get through this. There's no point in dwelling on anything else, just like you said.”
Before I could stop her, she was gone, fumbling with her keys and slipping into the building. I stood there in the cool Knoxville night. Tried to see the mountains looming over the city, but the thick gray clouds overhead painted them dark, invisible.
“Fuck,” I grunted, tucking my helmet back on my head and climbing on my bike.
I tore the hell outta there without a second glance.
I'd fucked up bad tonight, and I knew it.
All I'd wanted to do was march in with my goodbyes, hand her off to somebody else, and scrape her out of my goddamned life forever.
Prez's plans fucked that all away. My own raging lust did the rest.
Cora didn't realize it yet – or maybe she did, and just didn't show it. One way or another, we were both completely, irreparably fucked.
I couldn't keep this shit purely professional. Neither could she. I'd never had a chick come so fast without even stroking between her legs, and she went off like a goddamned landmine.
My cock wouldn't forget that shit. Neither would my mind, my body, my soul. No matter how much I'd hurt her or twisted her up tonight, neither would Cora.
Didn't need the cold mountain wind rifling through my hair to know we were on a collision course. Everything conspired to smash us together 'til we kissed, fucked, and suffered the consequences.
I took a long detour before I found my way back at the clubhouse that night. Spent at least a couple hours roaring through the dark, twisted mountain roads, screaming into the night. Probably damaged my fuckin' vocal cords cursing myself, the club, and God for what was steaming up ahead like a raging train.#p#分页标题#e#
Took half the night to make peace with it all.
By the time I dragged myself home, the first blue tint of day flickered on the horizon. I fished the spare key outta my pocket and slowly made my way into the apartment.
Thank fuck she was dead asleep in her room. I crashed out on the old sofa the club had pitched in to buy, and slept like mad, every part of me knowing she was just one wall away.
This wasn't just about the crazy ass push and pull between me and Cora anymore.
Shit, it wasn't even about fucking her, pinning her to the nearest flat surface, and emptying the fire in my balls a hundred times over.
Truth was, I'd fought like hell to get her away. And I'd only brought her closer, came up close and personal with the silver bullet she'd planted in my heart.
Fuck it, the truth hurt. But I wasn't running no more.
I had to keep this girl safe.
I had to own her.
I had to make her mine 'til it didn't take my hand thumping against her ass to make her look at me with respect shining in those bright, pearly blues.
I wanted her to want me for real, to wear my brand and be proud of it. I'd make it all happen. God willing.
Fuckin' had to, sure as a maniac. Didn't give a single shit who I had to kill or what I had to suffer to do it.
The gloves were off, and they'd never go back on as long as my hands were hungry to finish what they'd started with Cora's sweet little ass.
VI: Stalked (Cora)
My ass stung the next day. Truly, the only reminder that the night before wasn't just a crazy dream.
Firefly did it. He'd spanked me. He'd thrown me against the wall, pulled down my pants, and put his palm to my flesh like he had a right to it.