Fisher's Light(61)

Probably not. I guess it’s just me who feels like killing someone right now.

In theory, I know it’s just a kiss, but in my mind, it’s like they’re practically f*cking right against the wall of Fisher’s Bank and Trust. A kiss is intimate, it’s trusting and you don’t give it to just anyone, but she’s f*cking giving it to Staph-Infection-Ford like it’s no big deal, like she wasn’t clawing at my back and sliding her tongue through MY mouth and breathing heavily against MY lips a week ago.

I clench my hands into fists and count to ten when they finally break apart, Lucy giving him a small wave as he walks down the street in the opposite direction. I should walk away myself and pretend like I didn’t witness this shit, but I can’t. My old friends anger and rage are bubbling right beneath the surface, urging me to come out and play. I kicked them to the curb months ago when I learned techniques to express my emotions in a healthy, constructive way, but their call is so loud it’s ringing in my ears.

I charge across the street, my focus on Lucy as she turns and heads down the side alley next to the bank. People call my name and wave to me, but I ignore them. Turning down the alley, I see her halfway down, covered in shadows as she heads toward the beach. I watch the muscles in her smooth legs tightening as she walks and the skirt around her ass swish from side to side as her hips sway with each step.

I move faster, slowing when I’m right behind her and I can smell her skin and feel her heat. My arms wrap around her body and I quickly turn, pushing her face-first against the wall.

She starts to scream and struggle against me and I quickly wrap my hand around her mouth and press my lips to her ear.

“Shhhh, it’s just me.”

She immediately relaxes in my arms, her body melting against mine and it makes me angrier. She just had her hands and her lips on another man, but the sound of my voice still turns her to jelly. It should make me happy, should make me feel good about returning to this island to get her back, but it just fills me with jealousy.

“I saw you f*cking kissing him,” I whisper angrily in her ear, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist while my other hand trails down her stomach to her thigh.

Lucy whimpers as my palm reaches the bare skin of her leg and I slowly slide it up and under her skirt.

She whispers my name softly, but I cut her off. I don’t know if she’s trying to get me to stop or urging me on and I don’t give a shit about finding out right now.

“Those lips are MINE.”

My hand keeps sliding up under her skirt, stopping when I reach the waistband of her underwear. My conscience is screaming at me to back away, but as soon as my hand slips under the cotton material and my fingers feel how wet her * is, I know there’s no stopping this.

“This body is MINE and it f*cking kills me that you’re giving it to him,” I whisper raggedly as I swirl my middle finger against her clit.

Her hands come up, her palms smacking against the building on either side of her head as I tease her with my finger.

“I can’t stand seeing you with him. I can’t f*cking STAND to see you giving him what you used to give me.”

I quickly plunge two fingers inside of her and she moans my name loudly, her back arching and forcing her ass right against my dick. I can hear the muffled voices of people laughing and talking at the opening of the alley as they walk by on the street, completely unaware of what’s happening a few feet away from them. The alley is so dark that they wouldn’t be able to see us even if they were looking, but hearing those voices should knock some f*cking sense into me. Anyone could turn down this alley, using this shortcut to get down to the beach like Lucy was doing before I ambushed her. The thought of someone seeing us this way only makes me move faster and push harder, my body shaking against hers with the need to make her come.

My fingers slide in and out of her easily and Jesus, it’s the best f*cking feeling in the world. I’ve missed the feel of her on my fingers and the heat of her body. I’ve missed the soft moans and gasps that fly from her lips when I hit just the perfect spot.

“Does he make you moan like this, Lucy?” I whisper, bringing my thumb down to circle her clit, pressing my fingers inside of her as deep as they’ll go.

She jerks her hips against my hand and begs for more.

“Please, Fisher… please…”

My thumb moves faster around her clit and my fingers push even deeper.

“Do you get this wet for him, Lucy? Jesus, you’re so f*cking wet…” I trail off as I latch my lips onto the side of her neck. My hand starts to move roughly between her legs, pumping my fingers in and out of her so hard and fast that I can feel the muscles in my arm burning. I don’t think about hurting her or bruising her, I only think about marking her and leaving her with a reminder of me that sticks with her the next time she’s with him. My lips move back from the skin of her neck and my teeth take their place, biting down hard.