Bad Things(91)

I felt her knowing laugh around my cock and I jumped inside her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she started up a rhythm, her tongue busy, her grip firm.

“Harder. Suck me off hard,” I bit out, gripping her hair, jerking into her mouth, pushing far enough to feel her throat closing around me.

I was emptying into the back of her throat with a few short strokes, hand gripping hard into her hair.

She sucked me hard, wringing me dry, before she raised her head. Her hand still stroked me, with a lighter touch now, her nails scoring over my scrotum.

“I f*cking love your mouth,” I told her.

“You love f*cking my mouth,” she agreed, twisting the words.

I laughed, pulling her into my side, feeling a surge of such joy and happiness that she was even speaking to me. That joy seemed to be channeling itself into an urgent need to f*ck her repeatedly. Luckily, she wasn’t complaining.





CHAPTER THIRTY





She was already checking her phone again as I started driving.

“Frankie upset that you left?” I asked.

“Hmm? Frankie? Oh no. This is something else.”

Just by the absent, slightly agitated tone of her voice, I knew who was texting her.

“Your ex,” I guessed, feeling suddenly less happy and more violent.

She sighed unhappily. “He just won’t get a clue. He thinks it’s cute to be persistent, but I’m so over his crap.”

I was pulling back over before she finished the first sentence. I grabbed her phone, ignoring her complaints, and started to read.

I was fuming almost instantly.





Daryl: I miss you. I’m at a party over at Dig’s house. Come see me baby.





This text was followed by an address, which I assumed was Dig’s house.





“What kind of a name is Dig?” I asked Danika, still scrolling through her texts. It was basically a variation of the same thing; I love you, I miss you, come see me. There were several a day, all from him, none sent. From what I could tell, Danika had only responded once, a few weeks ago, and that was to tell him to leave her alone.

“It’s a nickname, though I don’t even know his real name. The guy’s a loser. Even if we were still together, I would never go to a party at Dig’s house. All of his party’s just involve a bunch of skinny white boys smoking pot for days at a time.”

That surprised a laugh out of me, but I came across a message that killed that quickly enough. In fact, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

I showed her the screen of her phone.





Daryl: I miss your sweet *, baby. Come over here. I need to be inside of you again.





“Does he say shit like this to you often?” I bit out.

She cringed, her cheeks flushed. “You tell me. You’re the one reading all of my messages. And don’t get mad at me about what he’s saying. You think I have any control over that? I wish he’d forget I even existed.”

“Well, you’re about to get your wish. This is off Flamingo and Pecos, right?”

She was watching me warily. “Yeah it’s close to there. You aren’t planning to do something crazy, are you?”

I started driving again, the last words I’d read feeling like they were permanently scarred into my brain.

It was the most hypocritical thing in the world, but the thought of Danika having sex with another man, the idea of someone else being inside of her, even in the past, made me crazy.

“Tristan! You aren’t really going there, are you?”

“I am going there. This guy is going to stop harassing you.”

“Tristan!” She sounded genuinely distressed. “You’re going to get yourself arrested!”

“Relax. I won’t. I’m just going to talk to him.”

“You promise? He’s not worth getting arrested over.”

“I promise,” I told her, fully intending just to scare the shit out of the creep, but thinking that it would be totally worth it to get arrested to put the guy who’d been inside of her sweet * in the hospital. “I promise that I’m just planning to talk to him, but I’m going to need you to stay in the car. If he said some shit to you like he put in that text, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“That’s ridiculous! You don’t even know what he looks like. How will you even find him?”