Messy Love(26)

“You sure you hate it?’’ I leaned down to bring my face aligned with hers. She breathed faster, just like me. Her breathing hit my face, my neck and it’s crazy what it did to me. With hooded eyes, I fixed her lips, cherry red and ripe for the taking. I moved even closer. I swore I’d never tasted lust quite like this before when nothing had happened yet. “Because I think you get off on this tension just as much as I do.’’

She sucked in her breath, eyes closing and that damn expression… It’s precisely how I’d been picturing how she looked like when she came.

“Shit, babe. I can’t…’’ I trailed off, voice rough and closed the space between our mouths.

Right before my lips touched hers, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight against me as my fingers got lost in her thick hair. She trembled and stilled, but she didn’t push me away.

I put my mouth on hers, and the first thing I tasted was the cherry aroma of her lipstick. But then, when I felt her lips part against mine, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, meeting hers in a hard dance that had me dizzy, even with my eyes closed. She kissed me as aggressively as I kissed her, pushing me on until I thought I was ready to throw her on the first flat surface to fuck her until that delicious mouth cried out curses and my name in an ungodly prayer.

I nipped at her plump bottom lip and soared when I heard her choked moan. Her small hands gripped my shirt, twisting the material, tugging it as if I wasn't close enough to her. Shit, I was definitely not close enough.

I turned her around, pushed her back against the wall and plastered myself against her, forcing her head up not to break the kiss. I didn’t attempt hiding my hard cock by pulling away my hips. Fuck, no. I needed her to know how crazy she made me. I slowly rolled my hips into her soft curves, and she sucked on my tongue, making me groan in her mouth.

“Fuck, sweet thing,’’ I mumbled breathlessly, breaking the kiss and placing soft nips on her jaw and down her neck, right behind her little ear. Her perfume, something that reminded me of summer, enveloped me. She gripped my sides with her fingers under my shirt and gasped my name. It’s so damn good. “Want to get out of here?’’

“Yeah,’’ she whispered in my chest and locked eyes with me, a worried look passing quickly over her face before it was gone. A good guy would probably slow down at that look, but not me.

I smiled at her, elated.

I was going to have her right where I wanted her.

Under me and writhing.

“Wyatt Teague,’’ a drawling voice I knew all too fucking well called out behind me, loud enough that it wasn't drowned out by the damn music. I detached myself from Marissa and ignored her questioning look. “Oh sorry,’’ he said with a fake laugh. “It’s Wyatt Burton now.’’

“Tim,’’ I said, my voice harsh again. My scowl reappeared and my whole body tensed at the sound of his voice calling me by my birth name. On top of it, seeing him brought back too many fucked up things to the surface.

He looked worse than the last time I’d seen him. His tall and wiry body showed every sign of drug abuse, starting with the sallow complexion of his pale skin, the rings deeply carved under his bloodshot brown eyes. His blond hair was now buzzed so short at first glance I had thought he’d shaved it off completely. His clothes hung loosely on his body, wrinkled and old.

The last time we had seen each other, I almost put him in a hospital after he punched me. It was nearly eight damn months ago. What was he doing here? I knew Justin couldn’t stand the guy.

“Looks like you’re living the good life like always.’’ His eyes landed on Marissa, and I fucking hated his eyes on her. I stepped in front of her, hiding her from his manic eyes. He’s high as a kite right now. “Ooooh!’’ he yelled, and more people started looking, some smirking, some staring blankly, too drunk to be interested in others’ business. “You protecting her? She must give it good.’’

“Shut up, Tim.’’ I ground my teeth, and the muscle in my jaw started ticking. Marissa’s hands now on the small of my back didn’t help me relax. Tim had always had it for me, and just the sight of him had always made me ready to go berserk on his ass. “Leave me the fuck alone.’’

“Why would I do that Teague? Oh shit, I did it again. Oops.’’ He widened his eyes in fake apology, openly mocking me. His posse, made of a couple of guys and four girls, laughed drunkenly, but I bet they didn’t know shit. “Burton.’’

“What do you want?’’

He stepped closer, and his hatred became more apparent. He wanted a damn fight. “For starter,’’ he narrowed his bloodshot eyes. I fucking knew I wasn’t going to like what came out next. “The hot chick behind you. She seems… Hmm… delicious.’’ His chapped lips stretched into a smile that would give the creeps to any woman. In fact, Marissa’s hands shook on my back.

Fists clenched, I was ready to bash his junkie’s face in if he so much as made a move on her. “Don’t fucking push me, Tim.’’

“Why is that? Are you going to hurt me?’’ He laughed then, that damn grating sound that made me tense some more. Only Marissa’s hands kept me somewhat grounded. “You don’t scare me, Wyatt. You’re just a piece of trash who thinks he’s better than everybody.’’