Breach (16 page)

CHAPTER 12

“W
hat’s this?” Nathan asked as I handed him the jagged piece of metal.

“It’s a key to my condo.”

“I don’t want it.” He thrust his hand back toward me.

“Take th
e damn key,” I said. We stood at a standstill, neither backing down. “Look, my neighbor is getting annoyed at the late night knocking, and we haven’t spent a night apart in three weeks.”

He contemplated my words for a moment, the warring indecision etched onto his features before he conceded.
“Fine.” Pulling his keys from his pocket he twisted the metal piece on to the key ring.

“Here,” he said
, holding his hand out to me.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“If I can molest you at all hours of the night at my will, you should be able to return the favor.” He smirked as he placed his key in my open palm.

The next day
, I yawned and rotated my shoulders, attempting to relieve some of the ache. I should have known not to tease Nathan; he’d made sure to prolong his own release to torment me.

T
he day was over and as soon as I entered my condo, I stripped out of my suit and into a sun dress with a shrug. It was a nice spring day, the temperature reaching into the mid-sixties, and I was excited for the coming warmth of summer. I located a pair of strappy sandals hiding in a corner of my closet before heading out the door and up to Nathan’s to pick him up.

I told myself
it was to pick him up, as if it was a date, something planned, but once again it was an unspoken thing we did together. I opened the door with my key and walked in.

It ha
d been a difficult trade off, but in the end was a great idea. I felt safer not leaving my door unlocked, as did Nathan, and it came in handy when once, after a night of drinking, I realized I didn’t have my keys with me.

I walked in and called out, my voice echoing on the empty walls and near vacant rooms. I sighed.
Again, another reminder. He didn’t care about furniture or decorations; his condo held the bare minimum. The only things on the walls were holes; he was up to seventeen, one more since yesterday. I told him he needed to get a punching bag; it was cheaper than drywall replacement.

I found him out on the
terrace sitting on one of the lounge chairs, a cigarette between his lips. His leg was bouncing at near sonic speed, his fingers pulling at his hair. He screamed of nervous agitation, and I cried inside knowing the cause.

I walked forward and sat down next to him.
“I didn’t know you smoked.”

His head tilted to me in acknowledgement as he took a long drag.

“Sometimes,” he admitted as he released the smoke from his lungs.

“It bothers you that much…
my feelings?” Brutal honesty wasn’t our thing, but I wanted him to tell me.

“Yes,” he responded after a moment. “I don’t want you to feel that way.”

I nodded in understanding. I hated it, but I had hoped he would open up to me.

After taking a deep breath, I sat down n
ext to him and grabbed his arm. My thumb massaged the surgical scar on the inside of his wrist as I pulled his hand to me, and took a drag of his cigarette. It burned, but sparked an old craving. He was watching me in intense fascination.

“What?”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

I was stunned at his declaration; it
had a possessive edge about it.

“And?”
I pressed.

His face
twisted for a moment before a cocky smile presented itself. His hand moved between my thighs and grabbed my pussy, his fingers pushing the thin cotton of my panties against my opening.

“For me only,” he snarled
.

I shook my head and huffed. “
You are such a fucking contradiction.”

“What?”

“I wish I knew what was going on in that head of yours sometimes.”

He shook his head as he leaned down to put the ci
garette out on the concrete. “No, you don’t. It’s dark in here.” He tapped on his skull.

With that
, he stood. After offering me a hand up, we headed out to Nipps for our Friday relaxation.

Two hours later
, we were laughing about who knows what, snacking on bar food and I was two beers in. I snagged the cigarette from between his fingers and took another puff.

“Delilah
Anne Palmer!” I heard my name yelled out from somewhere in the bar. I turned to find Andrew staring at me as he stomped over. “Smoking? You worked so hard to quit, and now you’re at it again?”

I sighed, my body sagging. “It was just a drag, Andrew.”

“A gateway drag.”

I glared up at him.
“What are you doing here?”

He pulled the bar stool out from beside me and sat down.

He signaled to John, the bartender. “Well I was thinking we could have a celebratory drink.”

“Whatever,” Nathan muttered
from my other side.

Andrew pee
ked around me and his face dropped. “What are you doing here?”

Nathan quirked his ey
ebrow at Andrew’s tone. “It’s Friday night, this is the closest bar to my house, and I needed a drink.”

“Cool. Just stay away from Lila.”

“Andrew!” I shrieked.

Nathan’s body stiffened.
“What did you say?” He shifted, starting to stand.

Andrew’s body shif
ted as well, both ready to get up and beat the shit out of one another. “You heard me. You’re bad news, I can tell.”

Nathan sneered at him.
“What the hell do you know about me? Nothing. So shut the fuck up.”

Andrew stood.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Stay the fuck away.”

“What way do I ‘look
’ at her?” Nathan asked, mirroring Andrew’s movement.

“Like she’s another notch to add to your bed post.”

I had to place my hand in front of my mouth to keep from spitting my beer out at Andrew’s comment.

I stood between them, a hand pressed to each of their chests.
“All right, boys, back up.”

Andrew b
acked down, returning to his seat. Nathan was still standing, but he took a step back.

“I have to go to the bathroom; do you think you two can be civilized?”

“Don’t worry,” Nathan began, tilting the bottle back and downed the remaining contents of his bottle. “I’m on my way out.”

I couldn’t beli
eve my non-boyfriend and my ex were fighting over me. I hated watching Nathan go, but tried to remain unfazed by it.

“I do
n’t trust him,” Andrew said.

I sighed. “He’s fine, really.”

“I’m surprised to see you two out together. Word is you can’t stand each other.”

I nodded in agreement.
“Word is correct. Like he said, it’s the closest bar to our building, and it’s Friday night. We’ve run into one another here before.”

“I still don’t like him.”

I rolled my eyes and excused myself, leaving Andrew at the bar as I headed to the restroom. Just as I placed my hand on the door to push it open, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me in. I didn’t have to look to know who it was. His grip moved down to my waist as he turned me to face him, his lips attacking mine. We walked backward, and I stopped when I met a barrier behind me that I assumed was the sink.

My body was buzzing, high on the feeling of him being so close. Heat coursed thro
ugh me, lighting up every nerve-ending in a way only he could do.

The
hands at my waist tightened their grip and lifted me onto the counter with ease. My legs spread open, wrapping around his waist, welcoming him between my thighs. His fingers moved to the hem of my dress, pushing the fabric up to my hips. He leaned forward. His cock was straining against his pants when he pushed into my now wet center.  One of my hands fisted in his hair; the other kept me upright, pushing against the counter and his body.

His mouth moved down my neck and
above where it met my shoulder; he bit me hard. A shiver ran down my spine, and I was pooling between my legs as he clamped and sucked harder.

“But you left,
” I managed to pant out.

His teeth detached from my skin, his tongue lapping at the new mark.
“I couldn’t exactly follow you into the bathroom to fuck your brains out with your knight in shining armor watching, now could I?”

His
fingers worked between us, pulling my panties to the side, and then he plunged two fingers inside. I moaned at the feeling, while I was kissing up and down his neck, my tongue tasting his skin.

He let out a low, dark chuckle.
“Already this wet for me? That’s my good little slut,” he whispered in my ear.

I cried out as his fing
ers flexed upward, hitting my G-Spot.

“
Shh!” he hissed then changed to taunting. “I’m going to fuck you. Here. Now. And you’re going to come so hard around my cock while you hold in your screams.”

I shook my head, knowing And
rew would come if he heard.

He pulled his fingers from me, brought them to my lips, and pushed them into my mouth.

“Suck.” I did as he ordered, lapping up my juices from each finger, and he continued to dictate how it was going to go, “So fucking sexy like that. You love it when I tell you what to do; how to be my good little whore. Now tell me… Do you taste good?”

I nodded in agreement, my eyes transfixed on him. I watched him lick his lips, his eyes fixed on my mouth. I made sure my tongue made more than one appearance, teasing him in the process.

The telltale sounds of his belt being loosened, and the clicking of the metal teeth of a zipper, filled my ears. He forced the rest of his fingers between my lips as he pulled his fucking perfect cock out and tapped the head against my clit. I moaned at the sensation, like the wanton slut I felt like with him. He teased my slit, slipping the tip up and down, but not entering.

With his fingers in my mo
uth, he grabbed hold of my jaw and nipped on the spot just behind my ear. “Remember to keep quiet, baby. You don’t want anyone barging in, do you? At least not until I’ve gotten mine and filled you up with my come.”

I shook my head, my body tingling in anticipation. I h
ad never done anything like that in my life, but I would do anything he asked of me.

In one swift motion
, he was buried inside me, just as he had said. My teeth clamped down on his fingers to keep the scream in, but my body still let out a sob of pleasure, the whimper slipping out. His hips rocked, pushing his cock in and pulling it back out. In with a hard thrust and out as fast.

The hand that wasn’t knuckle deep in my mouth was gripping my ass like a vice
as his cock pistoned into me.

“This is your fault.
Fucking flirting with another guy in front of me, practically offering up your pussy to him. But it’s not yours to give away, is it?” he asked in a condescending tone.

H
is fingers were still lodged in my mouth, rendering me unable to respond, but I managed to get out an almost “no.”

“That’s right, baby, it’s not. Your fucking pussy belongs to me
, and I’m going to make sure everyone knows that it’s taken.”

My head was foggy as he pounded into me. I
couldn’t tell which way was up. I didn’t care we were in a dirty bar bathroom, or that people could probably hear us. All I cared about was him and the way he made my body sing. Only for him.

“Oh, shit! Baby, I’m so close
,” he grunted. “Are you close?”

I hummed around his
fingers, my eyes locked on his.

“That’s what I thought.”

He smirked before pulling out. I cried out at the sudden loss, almost sobbing as I had been a few strokes away from my orgasm.