The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(20)

I thrust my hips hard, causing the bed to bang against the wall, and her to moan into the night air. She pushes her head back into the pillow and thrusts her hips up, eagerly wanting more.

“Say it, Jessica,” I demand.

“Say what?” she questions, as she pants for air.

“Say you want more,” I reply.

“I want more,” she drawls out, thrusting her hips again.

I slam my dick into her hard. Her hands fly into my hair and tangle themselves, her legs wrapping around my waist as I begin to pound into her relentlessly. Her panting transforms into little moans as her body rocks with each of my thrusts. An electric pulse builds in my balls as my release rises. Her moans grow louder and animalistic as her legs squeeze my hips like a vise. She clamps her mouth closed trying to stifle the noise, and moans through her nose, giving off a humming sound.

I sit up, putting all my weight on my knees, and grab one of her breasts, fondling it. Her * grips my cock, her body thrashing around the bed, and her controlled moans are lost into a fitful of pleasurable cries. My balls squeeze tightly as pressure rips up my cock and spills out, making all the muscles in my body stiffen, causing me to growl while I come violently. My teeth grit as I pump into her a few more times, not wanting it to end. Her screams quiet as she falls against the mattress, breathing heavily, and I am following right behind her.

I lay beside her and listen to her harsh breathing. Her blonde hair tangled along the pillow, and the smell of sex filling the air. My chest aches trying to catch my breath, my eyes heavy as they want to sleep, but I try and fight it. I hate how f*cked up I get over Jessica, and hate it even more when I wake and she’s gone. Sometimes I wish she never came into the clubhouse looking to be saved. I wouldn’t know what I was missing if she never introduced me to the feeling of wanting someone so badly only not to have them fully. I look over at the girl who dumbfounds me, tucking a stray hair behind her ear as she drifts off to sleep. Yet, I am f*cking thrilled she picked my club to save her. One day, she’ll give into me.

***

I wake up to the sun just beginning to rise, producing barely enough light to see around the room. I sit up and look beside me finding an empty bed. Only the creased sheets greet me, reminding me of the incredible sex we had. She’s gone. I fall back against the pillow and sigh, before closing my eyes and falling back to sleep.

I finally wake up around noon and grab some jeans and a t-shirt to get dressed. Sliding my hands through my hair as an act of combing before entering the hall, I walk up to the bar, blinking my eyes rapidly trying to wake up.

“You slept in late,” Hawk observes, his eyes squinted as he glares. His once peppered-colored hair and beard are starting to turn a vigorous white, a staining of old age. He’s f*cking old as hell. I don’t even know how old. He is our treasurer, been here way before I came into the club.

“Had company,” I declare, glaring right back.

Hawk chuckles.

“You aren’t going to say Doc visited you again, are you?” he questions, his tone disbelieving. His beard twitches back and forth over his mouth as if he’s chewing on something, but I don’t see any food around him. He does it a lot, and it’s f*cking irritating. I look at him, curious as to why he would ask if Doc visited me last night, he hardly talks to me.

“Why, you wouldn’t be jealous would you?” I ask, shifting on my feet, leaning against the counter.

Hawk tosses a newspaper my way and chuckles. I raise an eyebrow at him and grab it, shaking it to smooth out the wrinkles.

Front page is Jessica and some guy walking out of a coffee shop. Headlines, in big black letters reading

HOLLYWOOD’S FINEST OFF THE MARKET.

My eyes bulge as I pull the paper close, reading the fine print. It says Doctor Shane Meldon has been said to be engaged to Doctor Jessica Wren. Resources say, he bought a ring yesterday before the date.

I grip the sides of the paper angrily. My nose flaring from rage, a burning building in my chest. What the f*ck? She went on a date, got engaged, then came and laid in my bed? Let me f*ck her, all the while wearing a f*cking engagement ring?

***

Me: We need to talk, now!

Jessica: I’m working.

Me: Either you come out to the parking lot, or I’m coming in.

I lean against Jessica’s blue Jeep. Anger searing through my body, and a million thoughts swimming through my mind. I’ll give her two minutes to get her ass out here to explain, and then I’m going into that hospital and confronting her. I know Jessica and I are not exclusive, but I thought I meant something to her to where she would tell me if she was in a serious relationship, before f*cking me.

I push off the Jeep; her time is up. I can’t wait here for two f*cking minutes. I take a few steps and find Jessica walking out of the hospital.

“What the hell, Bobby?” Jessica questions, her arms held out on each side as she walks toward me. I pull the rolled up newspaper from the back of my jeans pocket and throw it at her.

She huffs, leans over, and picks it up.

Her eyes widen, and she brings the paper closer, wrinkles forming in the corner of her eyes as she squints at the paper puzzled. I tilt my head to the side, confused at her reaction.

She shakes her head back and forth, her lips pursed. “It’s not true,” she states, still looking at the paper.

I snort. “So you’re saying you didn’t get engaged. The paper is lying?” I question, my tone disbelieving.