“You go back to King, you have to start stripping again.”
“That’s better than staying with a pervert like you,” Vida yelled at him.
“Don’t call me that, it’s not nice and it’s not true. You know it’s not. I could have fucked you anytime in the last week instead of letting you tease me until my balls are blue.”
“How about you go fuck yourself?” Vida yelled.
“How about I fuck you instead?” he countered, becoming angry.
Vida looked around the room for something else to hit him with, however he was on her before she could find anything. He picked her up and tossed her onto the large couch against the wall, pinning her underneath his heavy weight. Vida tried to scratch at him with her nails and found both of her hands held in one of his above her head.
Vida continued to grapple against him until she wore herself out, lying limply underneath him. She turned her face to the side so she at least wouldn’t have to look at him.
“Finished?” Colton’s grim face stared down at her.
Vida didn’t acknowledge him.
“Good. Now you’re going to listen to me.” Colton relaxed against her. His jean covered cock finding the notch of her thighs.
“I met your mother when I joined the Predators; she was seeing one of the brothers. When they broke up, she had made several friends, one of them was Roni. She was twenty, Vida, younger than you are now. I was sixteen, but I became involved with Roni on and off for the next couple of years. I never touched your mother. My mouth or hands were never in the vicinity of her body. I did mess around with Roni and several of the other women at the clubhouse, but not Goldie. We were never attracted to each other; we became friends and did party together a lot. It was some pretty hardcore partying, Vida, but I never had her, not once.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you knew my mother?” Vida whispered. The anger was gone, but the hurt remained.
“Because I liked your mom and I truthfully didn’t want you asking me questions about her that I knew would hurt you if I gave you the truth.”
“She was a slut, wasn’t she?”
“No, honey, but she was constantly looking for a man. She didn’t like being alone, Vida. She wanted a man to share her life with.”
“She had me.” Vida bit her lip to keep it from trembling.
“Baby, she loved you, never doubt that, but it just wasn’t enough for her. She wasn’t like you. You’re strong, Vida. Strong enough to stand on that stage and bare your body and soul to save your friend. You put your disgust aside to assist in finding women who need help simply because you couldn’t turn your back and walk away. There’s no one else like you, Vida. Even your own mother, who was the sweetest woman I’ve ever met, can’t compare to you.”
He released her hands. Vida lowered them, circling his shoulders and then looking up into his eyes. She could tell he was telling the truth.
“I’m sorry I hit you with my computer and called you a perv,” Vida apologized.
Colton grinned down at her. “Is that all you’re sorry for?”
“Did I call you something else?” Vida tried to think of all the names she had called him out loud. He couldn’t expect her to apologize for the ones that she had in her head when she hadn’t voiced them.
“No, I’m talking about something else.”
“What?” Vida asked suspiciously.
“My blue balls.”
“Oh.” A smile teased her lips. “Why should I have to apologize for that? You didn’t tell me you were sorry for leaving me in the same shape,” Vida informed him unwisely.
“You have blue balls?”
“No. You know what I mean.” Blushing Vida buried her face in his shoulder.
“Oh, did I leave my baby hanging? Is that what you meant?”
Vida was glad he couldn’t see her face, but she nodded her head against him.
“Well, I can’t break my promise about taking good care of you, can I?”
“No,” Vida mumbled, unable to believe she was urging him on.
Colton rose up to sit on his knees between her thighs, pulling his shirt up and off. Vida stared at his chest covered in various tattoos. Her mouth went dry when she saw a couple disappear beneath the band of his jeans. His hand tugged her shirt off before unsnapping the flimsy pink bra she had on underneath.
“There are my pretty girls.” He leaned down, grazing each breast with a light kiss against their tip. Getting off the couch, he pulled his shoes and jeans off before pulling off Vida’s.
She started to protest when he pulled off her underwear, but she didn’t, knowing he would stop when she asked.