Her hand landed on his cock. He was rock hard, but it wasn’t for her.
Pushing her to the wall, he shoved her pants down to her ankles. Gripping a condom from his pocket, he unzipped his jeans, sheathed himself and pulled her hips toward him. He always carried a condom. No brat was going to be born because of his lack of protection. Finding her molten heat, he slid a finger deep inside her core, feeling her grip him tightly.
“Fuck, you want it, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, fuck me, please.”
This was not unusual for him. A lot of women approached them at one time or another begging for a fuck. He preferred women dripping wet to fuck. There was nothing good about a dry pussy and a woman not interested. This woman had sweet-butt material written all over her. Replacing his fingers with his cock, he aligned the tip and slammed deep inside her.
She cried out, resting her palms against the wall of the stall. He pummeled in and out of her, stroking her clit as he worked his dick inside her. There was no passion inside him, only a need to get off. Zero closed his eyes thinking about Sophia, but her image was instantly replaced by Prue’s. Her red hair, fanned out around her, along with her kind green eyes, smiling back.
Fuck. Cutting the thought off, he opened his eyes and stared at the back of the woman he was fucking. The need to orgasm was what drove him higher to the peak. Biting his lip, he fucked her hard, using her cunt for his own pleasure.
When she found her release, he didn’t care. This had nothing to do with anyone else but him.
Slamming in deep he released his cum into the condom before stepping away. With women like this, Zero didn’t linger too long. He hated for bitches to get the wrong idea about what he wanted. Peeling the latex off his cock, he wrapped it in tissue and threw it down the toilet. Zero made sure to flush the condom away. He’d heard of women trying to stake a claim on other men by using filled condoms. Again, he wasn’t having any brats he didn’t want. Taking some more tissue he cleaned off his cock before tucking himself away. She was pulling up her pants as he zipped up his jeans. Zero had lost interest in the woman. All he wanted to do was get back to Prue’s side.
“Thank you for that,” she said, breathless. Her cheeks were red, but he wasn’t ready to wait around. “I’ve always been curious about club cock. Will you put in a good word for me at the club?”
“No, the men will fuck you if you want it. It’s up to you to do the rest.”
He left the bathroom, grabbing another coffee and making his way back to Prue’s bedside. She was still asleep. The doctor had sedated her so she wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Sitting in the chair beside her bed, he watched her sleep, thinking about the nurse. He shouldn’t have fucked her, not with Prue hurting in the hospital. Fuck, he felt guilty now.
Sipping his coffee, he stared at her and waited for sanity to return. Why had she replaced Sophia’s face? For so long he’d been wanting Nash’s woman, and now she was replaced. No, he didn’t have a thing for Prue. She was sweet, loving, and his deceased friend’s sister. He wasn’t going to do anything with Prue.
Sophia. Sitting back, he closed his eyes thinking about her dark hair and blue eyes. She was so perfect … so taken. Nash didn’t deserve for him to take his woman. Could you really take Sophia away from him?
Again, Prue invaded his thoughts, annoying him. Cutting the thoughts aside, he finished off his coffee, throwing the empty cup away. The coffee was rancid, and he needed the good stuff. When he couldn’t get comfortable on the chair, he saw there was plenty of room on one side of Prue.
It had been a long time since he’d held her. He really needed to hold her now to make sure she was really alive. What was wrong with him sleeping beside her? Zero had held her all through the night when her parents died. This was no different.
Only, you’re having sexy thoughts about her whereas when she was fifteen you didn’t.
Hesitating, he watched Prue sleeping. Was it wrong for him to hold her?
He got to his feet and sat beside her, making sure all the wires hooked up to her were out of the way. Sliding an arm underneath her head, he brought her toward his chest, getting her to lie against him.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you,” he said. Her heat surrounded him.
Wrapping his arms around her, he settled down on the bed, stroking her hair. The smell of the hospital was replaced by the scent of Prue. The feel of her against him comforted in ways he’d not felt in a long time.
“I’m so sorry for putting you in danger, Prue.”
She didn’t respond, and he felt like a complete bastard. How did Alan know where to look for her? How did Alan survive what he did?