Thief(24)

“Are you on the pill?” he asks, looking like he’s struggling to stay still.

“You ask me this after you’re inside of me?”

“Vi,” he growls.

“Yes,” I reply. “I am.”

He thrusts forward and kisses me at the same time, capturing my moan in his mouth.

“You feel f*cking perfect,” he says, burying his face in my neck and kissing me there. “Made for me.”

He slides in and out of me, hitting all the right spots and making me want to scream. I don’t know why it feels so intense with him; maybe it’s the angle, or maybe it’s just because it’s him. I don’t know what it is, but it’s better than it’s ever been with anyone else. No one else can compare to Dash. He licks then bites down gently on my nipple, pushing me over the edge into another orgasm. He follows me a few thrusts later, looking me directly in the eyes as he comes inside of me.

“I love being inside you,” he says, breathing heavily.

“I love you being inside of me.”

He kisses my forehead and pulls himself out of me.

“We aren’t leaving this bed all day,” he states, laying back on the bed with his arms folded behind his head. “I’m going to make you come so many times you’re going to forget your own name.”

I kiss his bicep, rolling over so I’m half on top of him. “Stop talking and do it.”

He grins, and then his mouth is back on mine.

*****

“Don’t even look at me like that,” I tell Dash the next morning at breakfast. “Everyone at the basketball game is going to wonder why I’m walking funny.”

Dash just looks smug. “Tell them yesterday was leg day.”

“I don’t even go to the gym.”

“They don’t know that,” he points out, taking a sip of his coffee. “Do you want me to give you a massage? Or why don’t you have a bath?”

I walk up to him and kiss his chin. “I’m fine, just a little sore. I just like complaining.”

His lip twitches then he leans forward to kiss the tip of my nose. “I know. I also like the thought of you still being able to feel me. It’s going to turn me on like f*cking crazy every time I think about it.”

“Probably not appropriate when coaching,” I tease.

“Definitely not appropriate.”

“Dash?”

“Yeah, Vi?”

“I hope you don’t think we’re having sex tonight.”

His evil grin makes me pause and narrow my eyes. He shrugs. “I can just go down on you.”

I tilt my head to the side. “That’s compromising at its best.”

“I’m all about making you happy,” he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Are you ready to go to the game?”

I nod. “Ready.”

A long kiss, and then we leave, hand-in-hand.





Chapter Sixteen


Viola


I’m walking through the shopping centre the next day when I see him.

I stop in my tracks.

My heart climbs in my throat.

Forcing my feet to move, I walk up to where he’s standing, behind the counter of the retail store. I watch him talk with a customer, smile, and give her change to her. I can’t look away, even though I know he’s going to wonder why I’m staring at him if he looks in my direction. I browse through the store, stealing glimpses of him whenever I can. I choose a few items to buy, and go and stand in front of him to pay.

“Just these today?” he asks, smiling a friendly grin. His brown eyes are warm and kind.

“Yes, please,” I manage to get out.

He scans the items. “That will be eighty dollars.”

I hand him two fifty-dollar notes, and then he gives me my change.

“Thank you, have a good day.”

“You too,” I reply, forcing a smile.

I leave the shopping centre in a daze.

*****

Dash

“What do you want Vanessa?” I ask her, at my complete f*cking wit’s end.

“I’m not going to get what I want, so there’s no point talking about it, is there?” she sniffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Then why are you here? You can’t just show up at my work. This is getting f*cking ridiculous, Vanessa,” I growl, rubbing my hands with a cloth.

“You wouldn’t pick up any of my calls.”

“So maybe take the hint,” I say, throwing the cloth on top of the car I’m working on.

“If I did to you what you did to me, you’d be pissed too,” she fires back. “Sheets weren’t even cold before you had a new bitch between them.”

“Don’t ever call Vi a bitch again, Vanessa,” I say in a cold, hard tone. “This is your first and only warning, and you won’t like what I do if I hear you badmouth her again.”

“Fine,” she snarls, her face pinched.

“You knew what this was,” I say for the millionth time. “We f*cking spoke about it, Vanessa. So you need to let it go. I get that what I did was f*cked up, but you need to move on. There are so many other men out there for you.”

In all honestly, the only reason she wants me is because she now knows she can’t have me. Because she was dumped. I don’t know if it’s an ego thing or what, but she needs to let it the f*ck go. I wish I never f*cked with her to begin with. The reason I thought we could work at the start was because she acted so fine with the situation, but she obviously played me, telling me what I wanted to hear. I can’t stand women like her, with their mind games, schemes, and ulterior motives.