Alcohol You Later (29)

The red in her cheeks deepens when I hold out the sex toy that’s been buried deep inside of her for the past several hours. “Try to downplay it all you want, but the evidence shining all over this bullet says otherwise.” With a cocky wink, I toss it aside.

Warmth floods her chest, painting her tits a similar hue to the sensitive flesh my face was just buried in. Pussy pink just became my new favorite color.

Her hooded eyes peer up at me from where she’s still trussed up on the vanity, legs spread, as she pushes my jeans over my ass, biting her lip when they plop to the floor in a puddle at my feet. “Your turn.” She stretches the elastic of my boxers, sucking her tongue to her teeth when my dick springs free.

Digging the nails of both hands into my ass cheeks, she slinks to the floor, flitting her warm wet tongue over the metal balls before sucking the engorged head of my cock into her mouth.

The sound of her hungry moans and her teeth clanking against metal is more than I can take.

With urgency, I bury my fingers into her hair, guiding her head back and urging her to her feet. “I can’t,” I groan. “Too close.” My dick throbs while I stroke the sides of her face with my thumbs. “Need you, pretty girl,” I murmur into her ear while taking the procured condom from her hand, ripping the foil wrapper, and gliding it over my erection. “One day, Ray,” I growl, my dick twitching as I stroke my fist up and down its length. “One day, I’m gonna fuck that tight cunt of yours bare.”

Her sudden gasp is sharp and heady with need. “Not unless I’m the only one you’re fucking.”

“Like I said…” I grip her chin in my thumb and forefinger and tilt her face up, so our eyes meet. “Someday.”

Lightning flashes in her storm-filled eyes as she curls her hand around my dick and squeezes almost to the point of pain. “Fuck me, drummer boy,” she orders, her voice carrying an almost angry tone. “And make it hurt.”





Someday.

The word echoes, bouncing around in my head when he grabs me by the waist, flipping me so I’m bent over the vanity, staring at our reflections.

Someday.

But not today.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror as he slaps his hard dick against my ass once. Twice. Three times.

Anger ablaze scorches through my veins. Enough is fucking enough. “Stop toying with me, Nick.”

“Never.” That chuckled declaration holds so much emotion. Too much emotion. His eyes are a direct contradiction to his words as they meet mine in the mirror with unmistakable longing—a look that could only be described as genuine affection. It makes me want to assume…dare to hope.

Yet I’m plagued by that word. Someday.

Because all the while he may be romancing me through the glass, he just made it very clear he’s not ready to give up fucking other girls. This man who I love beyond reason just said—in not so many words—that I’m not enough.

Will I ever be enough?

That question reignites my fury.

“Hurt. Me,” I growl to conceal the pain from my voice. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

Maybe if I can get his actions to align with the cruelty in his words, I’ll finally find it in myself to move on.

I need to move on.

Nick’s thick calloused hand curls around my neck, and he pulls my head back to rest on his shoulder, applying just the right amount of pressure to the column of my throat to have my heart racing out of control. “But I don’t hate you.” His words are hot against my ear. The soft bite of his teeth on the lobe, barely scratching the surface of what I’m after. “I could never.”

“Then pretend,” I rasp. “You’re good at that.”

At pretending you care. Pretending I matter. Pretending I don’t…

Nick’s eyes grow dark, still laser focused on mine. His chiseled jaw ticks as he grinds his molars.

“Just remember, you asked for this…” There’s a bite in his tone I’ve never heard—at least not directed at me. I feel the absence of his palm in the pit of my stomach when he releases his hold on my neck.

Tears well in my eyes as he grips my hips in both hands, his fingers digging in as he shifts my body to line up with is. In one hard thrust, he rams into me. Stretching me. Filling me.

There’s no pain, only desire.

“Again,” I cry, gripping the sides of the table. “Harder.”

With a grunt, he withdraws before repeating the action, this time with a little more force.

Emotion lodges in my throat, and I nod at his reflection. “Again.”

I smash an angry fist down on the vanity when I realize this isn’t having the desired effect at all.

Why can’t I hate him?

“Hold on, pretty girl,” he says, oblivious to the turmoil raging in my mind as he wraps a fist around my hair, giving it a hard tug to expose the length of my neck. He scrapes his teeth along the tender flesh, sending goosebumps shooting down my spine. “Look at us,” he rasps, gripping my left breast with the hand that’s not tangled in my locks. “Have you ever seen anything more right?”

I shake my head, allowing the tears to fall.

“This,” he says, ramming into me once more. “You and me. Our friendship is the realest thing in my fucking world, Raven.”