I should have known that Moses wouldn’t let the opportunity to settle the score without consequences pass him by. Because in the aftermath of the storm, there were no rules. It was the Wild fucking West, and he exacted his vengeance on innocents.
Guilt threatens to crush me, and I have to jerk myself out of the memory before it destroys me. “It’s late, Bump. I’ll walk Roux. You head on up to bed.”
“Okay, Gabe. Tomorrow is our day, though. Don’t forget.”
“I won’t forget,” I tell him. “Good night.”
As soon as he climbs out of the truck and heads inside, I drop my head on the steering wheel.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Jorie. You deserved better. You both did. And I’ll get you justice. I’ll make it right. I promise.”I whisper the words to the darkness, and then I shove it all back down inside where it can’t slice me open again until next time.
“Come on, Roux. Let’s go, baby girl.”
I hop out of the truck, open her door, and almost forget my phone. When I reach back inside to get it, the text is still on the screen, taunting me.
You were hard as a rock. Don’t tell me you don’t want me because I know the truth. The real question is—are you man enough to do something about it?
I should delete it. Fire whoever gave her my number. Tell her not to come back to the club.
But I don’t. I carry the phone with me while Roux does her business, and then I read it again once I’m upstairs and the door is locked behind me.
She’s not for you,I remind myself.She couldn’t handle what you’d want from her. Her life is perfect. She doesn’t know shit about filthy, dirty sex that leaves you both sweating and panting for breath.
The vision of her rising above me, riding my cock with her head thrown back and my name on her lips, is too strong to stop.
Fuck, but she’d look beautiful when she comes.I imagine gripping her around the waist, helping her ride me faster and harder before I pull her off to flip her over and fuck her from behind.
“Hands on the headboard. Don’t move them.”
The sliver of fear on her face is doused with anticipation, and my cock hardens to the point of pain.
Fuck.
I can’t jack off to this. Not to her. Then I’ll be well and truly fucked.
Too fucking bad.Because I can’t not do it. It’s either that, or reply to her text and get myself into more trouble.
I head for the bathroom in my one-bedroom apartment over the service station, tearing off my clothes one piece at a time. By the time the shower spray beats down on my head, washing away her scent, I already have my cock in one hand. I brace the other on the wall as I stroke myself hard and fast, the same way I want to fuck her a second or third time.
I shouldn’t be doing it, but I promise myself it’ll be only this one time. Then I’ll leave her the fuck alone. I won’t go near her again. I sure as fuck won’t touch her. This is all I need to scratch the itch.
But when I explode, cum splattering the tile wall, I know I’m a fucking liar.
I have to see her again.
I finish my shower, and before I’ve even dried off, my phone is in my hand.
I don’t know why I do it. There’s absolutely no rational explanation, but my thumbs are moving and I hitsendbefore I can change my mind.
I stare down at the screen and the text I just sent.
If you think you can handle what I want from you, I’ll see you on Saturday night.
Thirty-Eight
Scarlett
Kelsey and I crash at my place together, and it isn’t until Kelsey is leaving in the morning that we realize we weren’t the only people who were here last night.