Текст книги "Tainted Black"

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"I'll miss you too, Theo."

"Mmm," he groaned.

Giggling, I asked, "What?"

"I love it when you call me by my first name."

"Theodore," I said, rolling his name off my tongue. "Theodore Benjamin Black."

He chuckled. "You know way too much about me, Knight."

I smirked on my end. "Not my fault you're a blabbermouth around me.

"Take it as a good thing, babe. Not many get to know me like you do."

I paused. "You say that like you're a bad person."

He was silent for a moment, allowing my words to sink in. Finally, he said, "You'd be surprised. There's shit about me that only Janet and my mom know about. Shit that... I can’t exactly take back. Sometimes I think my last name mocks me because of how dark my past was."

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Long story, sweetheart." I heard his keys jingle. "But when I'm back, I'll be sure to fill you in. Pun intended."

I laughed out loud. "Whatever. I'll talk to you soon."

I heard a door shut on his end. He didn't respond, so I waited on the line, assuming he hadn't heard me. "Come to your window," he commanded lightly.

I stared ahead, listening to his car honk when unlocking. Gradually, I climbed off the bed, walking towards my window. I hesitated for a moment but quickly realized I had no reason to hold back. Pulling the curtain aside, I saw him standing right in the driveway, looking straight up at my window.

"There's my girl." He put on a beautiful smile, those light lines forming around his eyes. Those lines were the only things that gave his age away. Other than that, he was absolute perfection. With the phone glued to his ear, he lifted his left hand and waved, like he was just some regular, normal neighbor.

Blushing, I waved back, and then pressed my palm to the cool windowpane. "Get some rest, Little Knight."

"Have a safe drive, Mr. Black."

I saw him laugh silently, pulling his car door open. Then, I pulled the phone away from my ear, watching as he did the same, slipping into the driver's seat.

The car cranked, and he reversed his way out of the driveway, pulled onto the main road, and then drove away but not before looking up at me once more and winking.

I missed him already, and it'd only been four hours. I know, I sounded needy and desperate, but I seriously couldn’t wait until he got back. I had many questions I wanted to ask him. I knew there was a darker side to Theo; I'd just never truly witnessed it. Other than watching him almost destroy Ol' Charlie with a hammer after Mrs. Black died, I'd never seen him spiral deeper. The desire to destroy something he loved seemed logical, considering he'd just lost the love of his life.

But I wondered about him—wondered what he could do and how he did it. I wondered if I could trust his darker side, a side that I’m sure not even Izzy had witnessed. If she had, she would have told me all about it.

I blew a breath, pushing out of bed and going towards my window for the second time that day. I looked at his home, and when it occurred to me that he would no longer be living there after two weeks, I had the urge to cry. I couldn't imagine not having him there. I couldn’t picture another family in that home because, to me, that was the Blacks’ home.

The first real, genuine people I met. A family that accepted me—took me in with welcoming arms and put a smile on my face every single day. They were my friends. My life wouldn't have been as much fun without them.

I hated change.

No matter how awful I felt or how heavy my heart would get when I thought of Izzy, I missed her like crazy. I felt awful about the wreck. It was my fault Theo didn’t pick up the first few times. He was too busy trying to secure time with me, considering her phone call just another weekly conversation that could wait.

I called her immediately, and when I did, I spent almost an hour with her on the phone. Luckily, Theo had just left to handle some car business, which left her lounging in her dorm room on her twin-sized mattress. I remembered how her dorm looked: pink everywhere. Pink sheets, pink rugs, pink pillows, a pink lamp, even pink magnets to go on her mini fridge. Izzy loved pink just as much as I loved purple.

“But seriously. Are you okay, Iz? I got your pic of the car. That thing is totaled. You’re lucky you made it out alive, girl.”

“I’m fineeee. Trust me. Even though the accident was totally not my fault, they’re trying to pin it on me. That guy hit me!”

“Yeah, but at least you made it out safely. That’s all that matters.”

“You sound like a parent,” she laughed.

“Because I care?”

“Ehh.” She made a pfft noise through the phone, as if she were exasperated. “So, I’m not sure about this whole summer relationship thing anymore. Dylan is starting to get clingy,” Izzy said out of the blue.

“Why do you say that? Because he kisses you and actually cares unlike Marco did?”

She scoffed. “Oh my god, Chloe! Did you really just go there? The Marco card? What a bitch.”

I laughed. “You know it’s true. If a guy doesn’t treat you like shit, you get bored. A terrible thing to want, Iz.”

“Yeah, but even though Marco was a total dick, he made up for it… with his beautifully big dick.” She busted out in a laugh, and someone in the background shouted something. “Oh, bite me, Jessie,” Izzy spat.

“Holy shit! Jessie the Prude is still your roommate?” I was rolling with laughter now. Jessie went to Bradshaw with us. The biggest geek of all. There was nothing wrong with being a geek, but when you’re a geek that snitches and lies… well… it’s simple. You get shunned.

“Yes! And she’s so fucking annoying!”

“Right here!” Jessie shouted in the background.

“Duh, Prude, I see you.” Izzy snickered.

I shook my head. “You are so mean to her.”

“Well, maybe she should find another roommate. She’s lucky I agreed. She’s still a liar. I don’t know why I still put up with her. Why are you even here? Why aren’t you home for the summer with your family or something?!” All of her questions to Jessie were rhetorical, and I was dying on my end, as in laughing my ass off. Izzy groaned. “Let me stop before she snitches on me. Anyway, back to Dylan… I don’t know. He’s always calling and texting, and when he’s around I have, like, no space to fucking breathe. Yesterday morning, I asked him to buy me a donut and an iced latte from Dunkin Donuts, and he bought me a whole dozen. I was grateful, I really was, but then he spent the whole day in my dorm after I specifically told him it was my girl time and I wasn’t up for cuddling. God, Chlo, you know how I get around this time of the month. Bitchin’ it out to the max.”

“Yeah,” I snuffed, “I know. Trust me.”

She sighed. “He just doesn’t get me.”

“Sooo why are you still with him? Why waste your time? His time?”

“Shit, I may get annoyed, but he has something to make me forget his clinginess! That magical mouth of his—now he can munch on pussy like it’s dinner.” This time, my laugh felt like it could shake the walls. Izzy joined in on the laugh as I clutched my sides and then swiped joyful tears from the corners of my eyes. “He does this thing—this circle motion with his tongue. Oh my gosh, Chloe. How could any woman ever get rid of that? An expert pussy eater.” She continued her sniggling. “I love it, I swear. Maybe I’ll get over him being so clingy if you get a boyfriend too. That way, we can both bitch and complain. Then we can do double dates and someone can distract him with sports talk or something when we go out. Yeah, totally do that, Chlo. Find a guy before I finish summer school so we can set up a date!”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m gonna force a relationship just so your clingy boo can be distracted.”

“Boooooo,” Izzy droned. “Fine. Your loss. How has summer been, though? Besides Papa Knight, is everything else good? Is Bristle Wave still a fucking bore?”

“Bristle is still quite boring, but I can’t complain about the scenery. Dad seems to be doing better—oh, and I didn’t even tell you that Mariah and Tiny came here last week!”

“What!?” she exclaimed.

“Yep. We went for dinner and ice cream first. We were supposed to be on a boat, but Mariah’s dad never rented it out. But later that night we went to Brix, and guess who was there?”

“Who?” she indulged. I knew she was glued to the phone.

“Fucking Riley Hunt… again! He saw me, but I had to pretend Tiny was my date for the night just so he wouldn’t bother me. But the dickwad just turned to Mariah like I wasn’t even there. I swear, boys are just stupid. Tiny got so pissed and was about to pick a fight, but I spared Riley by dragging Tiny’s lanky ass out of there and dragging them to Dane’s.”

“Oh my God! Are you serious?”

“Yes. Tiny was so mad the whole ride. They were wasted, Izzy.”

“Ugh! See! I should be there. I’m so jealous.”

“Please don’t be,” I said. “Trust me, you aren’t missing much. Mariah and Tiny coming here was probably the most fun I’ve had so far.” And Theo, the voice in the back of my mind whispered.

Izzy groaned. “Well, keep being bored until I can come home. Hopefully I can get a chance over the weekend. If I could leave now, I would, but some of my classes are on stupid campus.”

“I know. I understand. I’m fine, Iz. You just worry about school. Bristle will always be here.”

“I know. It’s just so fucking boring on campus when no one is here. I have no choice but to focus.” She laughed and then sighed as if all her stress had faded. “Man, I needed this talk. I swear you are my cure for a shitty, shitty day.”

“Aww,” I cooed, teasing her. “Don’t be so melodramatic.”

“Dude, I’m not. I’m serious. Other than my dad, you are the only person I can really trust and talk to about anything. You know me. I hate people sometimes, but I have never come close to hating you.”

My smile dropped, as well as my beating heart. She said this, but little did she know that we both were breaking that trust day by day. I wanted to cry, get rid of the ball of pain building up around my heart. God, I just wanted to tell her, but I didn’t want her to hate me. I didn’t want her to change—us to change. I didn’t want to lose my best friend. I refused.

Fuck, I was selfish. So very selfish.

“I love you, Chlo. Fa’sho.”

I laughed, but the line of my eyes burned, thick with unshed tears. “That is still the corniest line I’ve ever heard.”

Her giggle was comforting. “Whatever! I still think it’s cool. And it fits. Now say it back before you break my heart!”

With a steady voice, a gentle smile, and a tear I knew she couldn’t see trailing down my cheek, I finished our little rhyme, ignoring the thickness in my throat. “I love you too, Izzy Boo.”

“See!” she busted out in a laugh just as I did, swiping my face. “Now, that’s corny.”

God, I loved these chats with her. The mindless, careless conversations I could share with her about any and everything. I missed the hell out of my friend, and it was still hard to wrap my head around the fact that I was holding one of the biggest secrets of my life from her.

After saying goodbye, I hung up. My head lifted, and I looked towards the collage of us pinned to my bulletin board. The photo of us on prom night was my favorite. We were flawless, and we didn’t need dates because we were our own dates.

All the girls at Bradshaw envied us, our friendship most of all. They treated us like Regina and Caydee from Mean Girls, only we weren’t mean and our friendship wasn’t fake… and we didn’t only wear pink on Wednesdays, especially Izzy. Everyone adored and hated us at the same time. They wanted to be us, which was weird because we sometimes didn’t like being us.

Like now. I wished I wasn’t myself. I wished I hadn’t become so close to Izzy’s father. I wished he was someone else—someone I could actually be with without the fear of losing someone else close and dear to my heart.

Downstairs, Margie and Dad were sitting on the living room sofa, watching a movie about vampires. I stepped around the corner, blinking as Dad actually sat there and watched the flick, eyes intense as he ran his hands over his peppery hair.

I entered the living room, snickering while folding my arms, and they both looked my way. “You guys are really watching this?”

Margie gave a helpless shrug, and Dad nodded. “I’ve always wondered what you liked so much about it.” He scratched his head. “Gotta tell you, baby girl. I still don’t get it. The whole glittery thing, the heavy breathing, and the damn werewolves... I am so lost.”

I laughed. “It’s a girl thing. You have to read the book to understand.”

“Ehh. Seems like soft vampire porn to me. I’ll pass.” Apparently, this was one of his good days. Weird, it seemed on and off now, switching sporadically.

Margie shook her head with a laugh, and then she stood from the sofa. I turned for the kitchen, and only seconds later, she appeared. “Um… Chloe?”

I spun around, meeting her warm grey eyes. “Yes?”

Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, Margie came my way, brows puckered. Immediately, I noticed the look of worry on her face, the questions running rampant in her eyes. “The man across the street– the one you’re interested in– how long have you known him again?”

“About ten years now.”

“Ten. Wow.” Her eyes expanded. “Was he married once before?”

“Yes.” I crossed my arms, stepping towards her. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” She put on a smile. “I see why you fell for him. That’s a handsome man.”

I chewed on a smile, uncrossing my arms and going for the fridge. After pulling out a cup of strawberry yogurt, I turned for the table in front of the bay window and sat. “He is pretty good looking.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. Margie’s fingers twisted in front of her. There was something wrong. She seemed nervous, like something was bothering her. Before I opened my yogurt, I dropped the cup and narrowed my brows in her direction. “Margie? What is it? What’s wrong?”

She looked towards me, stepping forward. She was hesitant at first. “My son is…” She started but quickly waved a hand, dismissing the idea. “Never mind.”

When she began to turn, I called for her, hopping out of my chair. Glancing back, she looked from the countertops she’d wiped spotless to me. “Margie, you can talk to me,” I assured her.

She inhaled, releasing a puff of breath as her shoulders visibly relaxed. “Okay… well, it’s just my son. He wants to spend some time in Bristle with me. He said he’d get a hotel, but I would hate for him to go through the trouble. I know you aren’t used to strangers and I would hate for you or even Mr. Knight to think I’m trying to take advantage of my stay here, but—”

I stepped forward, holding my hand up. Her words stopped flowing in an instant, eyes glossy. Damn, I don’t know what it was about Margie, but this woman had deep-rooted issues. It seemed she was afraid of asking for things, like someone had punished her before for asking for anything at all. I was truly sympathetic for the humble woman, but I needed her to know that everything was fine. “Margie,” I murmured. “It’s okay. He can stay here. We have another guest room and he’s more than welcome to use it. I don’t mind at all.”

“Oh, God.” She cupped her mouth. I was about to consider her dramatic, until she continued. “Oh my goodness, Chloe, thank you! Last night was my first time seeing him in three years. I truly, honestly, need this.”

Oh. I felt bad for my previous thought. Three years?! Wow.

I dropped my hands, watching as two stray tears fell down her cheeks. I went back for the roll of paper towels, ripping one off and handing it to her. She accepted it, wiping her face clean. “Three freaking years?! Margie! Why has it been so long?”

She shrugged. “He has been very busy with his life. He’s an orchestrator for a high school in Arizona. He hardly ever comes home because he’s so swamped. And me… well, I happen to move a lot too. By the time he can actually come visit me, I’m booked for another caregiving job or working late hours as a nurse. We still keep in touch—he calls every day—but it has been hard not seeing my only child. Mi hijo.” My son.

“Was he raised here?”

“We lived in L.A.” she smiled. “I was born in Mexico but raised here in the U.S.”

“Oh. How neat. It’s insane for him not to see you for three years, though. As a teacher, there’s really not that many excuses.”

“He has his reasons. He wanted to stay away from California to grow as a person—escape certain… things. He called me last week, told me his band had entered the finals and was traveling to Bristle Wave High for a performance. He took that as a sign of God telling him he was ready to come back this way.”

“That’s great!” I beamed. “So when will he be here?”

“Tomorrow morning, if that is okay.” She looked at me for reassurance, grey eyes bright. I nodded. Her happiness was contagious. How her son could abandon his sweet mother, I did not know. If my mom were anything like Margie, I would have come home more often.

“I was thinking of making a big breakfast, and I promise you I will still be giving Mr. Knight the best care. He will never leave my sight. Let’s just hope that he cooperates with Sterling around. He isn’t very fond of people he doesn’t know.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, he’s always been that way. He doesn’t like to get to know people unless he has to, but I’m sure Dad will be fine. He’ll live. Breakfast sounds great! I’ll be sure to come down for it and meet your son. He sounds like a nice guy.”

“He is a great man. He’s accomplished so much when I didn’t think he would. He’s made me one proud mama!”

“I bet.”

“Margie, the remote please!” Dad called from the living room.

Margie glanced over her shoulder and then looked at me. Laughing, she said, “Let me go get that. Thank you again, lovely. I swear, you are the sweetest girl.” She patted my arm and then turned around, hurrying out of the kitchen.

I went back to the table for my yogurt. Unlike Dad, I loved to meet new people. Margie was a great person, and I was sure her son would be too, so there would be no worries about leaving them home alone.

After going for a run, coming back home to shower, and eating lunch, I took a nap but wasn’t quite sure when I’d fallen asleep. By the time I awoke, it was dark outside, nothing but the streetlights glowing outside my window.

I scrambled out of bed, going for my cellphone on the desk. I snatched it up, seeing two missed calls from Theo and one from Izzy. A text accompanied Izzy’s call.

Izzy: My dad is acting weird. He seems happier….

I blinked at her message. No smiley face. No big, fat LOL. No second text message, harassing me about what I was doing or why I wasn’t replying (which was normally the case.)

Was she onto us? Onto me? He seemed happier how? Since when? So many questions ran through my mind. I felt my heart racing, palms becoming clammy.

I disregarded her message, plugging the thought in the back of my head to make sure I returned her text. I went to my call log and saw Mr. Black(2). Two missed calls.

Walking towards my window, I saw that his driveway was empty, his home dark. Only the porch light illuminated. Picking my phone back up, I pressed the call button, and the phone rang twice before he responded. “Hello?” His voice was heavy, the way he sounded when he’d had a few drinks.

“Theo? Are you back?”

“Got back about two hours ago. What happened earlier? Called you twice. Wanted to see if you wanted to catch drinks with me somewhere?”

“I was asleep,” I informed him. “I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was clearly exhausted.” I looked towards my alarm clock. 10:18 P.M.

“Where are you drinking at?”

“Rykes.”

I frowned. “Ew. Rykes.”

He laughed. “Come meet me.”

“Rykes isn’t really my scene.” And it really wasn’t. The place was full of bikers, their “old ladies”, and random men that loved picking a fight. None of them had respect for outsiders. So imagine someone like me, walking right into a place like that, and then sitting with an older man that was clearly into me. The thought of it made my skin crawl.

“Shit, you’re right. I’d hate to beat a motherfucker’s ass for touching or looking at you the wrong way.” He paused, and I don’t know what it was about his voice—perhaps it was the protectiveness, or maybe the possessiveness—but it made my insides swirl. Warmth hit me like a soft wave, drifting throughout each part of me, making me weak.

“So where should we meet?” I asked. My voice faltered. It was feeble. He caught the flattery in my response, laughing.

“Wanna check out my new place?”

“You already have a key?”

“I’m not supposed to officially go in and check things out until next week, but I know the landlord. He trusts me. Gave me a key as soon as I signed the lease.”

A smile touched my lips. “Sure. I can meet you there.”

“Okay, Little Knight. I’ll text you the address. See you in twenty?”

“Twenty it is.”

I arrived at a complex called Remy Place.

Theo was already waiting for me at the front door, and as I pulled up and parked, he dangled a bottle of vodka in front of him, leaning against the wall. I shook my head and laughed, shutting my car off.

“Saved you a drink… or ten,” he said, grinning. Oh, Lord. He was going to get a kick out of bringing alcohol around me now. I was sure he remembered me downing that cognac and then riding him like I had no care in the world.

Stepping out the car, I walked towards him, and he opened his arms. I sauntered right into his welcoming embrace, and he sighed, groaning as he held me tight. “Missed you, Knight.”

I smiled against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and curling my fingers into the edges of his hair. When he slanted his head back, I kissed him first, like the desperate girl I always became when it came to him. He wasn’t even gone a full day, but it felt like an eternity.

“I see you missed me too,” he chuckled behind the kiss.

“I did,” I mumbled. “So much.” His smile disappeared when he looked down at me, pressing those smooth lips on mine again. The kiss was fervent, heated, and delightful. I sank deeper into his hard, masculine body, absorbing the taste of scotch on his tongue, attaching myself to his entire front half.

“Damn, baby,” he breathed when our kiss finally broke. “I feel it.”

“Feel what?” I asked, my voice just as breathy as his.

“How much you’ve missed me.” His hand snaked down my waist and landed on my ass, spanking and then squeezing. Cocking a smooth brow, he asked, “You feel it?”

“Yeah,” I giggled. “I feel it.”

With a boyish grin, Theo released me but reached for my hand, turning for the door. We walked inside, the cool draft of the AC brushing my bare shoulders. He led the way to the elevator and once we were inside, he pressed the quarter-sized button with the number four on it.

We were in the elevator alone. I felt him looking at me. I turned his way, asking, “Why are you watching me?”

He moved closer, a gentle kiss landing in my curly hair. “Just missed you, babe. That’s all.”

“Yeah?” My arms went over his broad shoulders again, fingers connecting as I latched them around him. “How much?”

His upper lip twitched. “Probably a little too much if we’re being honest.”

“Hmm. That’s a good thing, right?” The question was rhetorical. I didn’t expect him to answer because in our case, no, it wasn’t a good thing.

My mouth met his, drawing out another deep groan. His body juddered, chest tensing beneath mine. I loved the uncontrollable vibe I gave him, the satisfied feeling I developed when his body was near mine.

Before I knew it, the elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. I pulled away, but my eyes were still connected with his. He held my gaze, clinging to my hand, his grip soft. Then, he led the way out, walking down the hallway and going past three doors before reaching door 404.

Theo unlocked the door, and as soon as we were inside, he flipped a switch. A light flashed in the corner, lighting small parts of the vacant living room. I walked past Theo as he shut the door behind us, my gaze traveling from the living room to the kitchen. There was a fridge and stove already set up, the chrome matching well with the black marble on the counters.

I studied his place in awe, moving ahead. I checked out each bedroom. There were two, both equally spacious, especially the master. The bathroom was amazing—full of chrome, black marble, and white accent pieces. I wanted to make use of the glass shower in the corner, steam it up with both sweat and hot water streaming between our greedy bodies.

I stepped back out, meeting a quiet Theo in the living room. He studied me but didn’t say much. He stood near the wall, head in a slight tilt.

I turned a fraction, stepping forward. There was an open, rectangular window straight across from me, and from this spot, I had full view of the ocean. I blinked slowly, completely mesmerized.

“Like it?” Theo’s voice was deep and soft, a warm tremble, as he stepped behind me, arms going around my middle.

“Theo, this place is incredible.”

He hugged me against his body, warm breath drifting down my chest. Snuggling his nose into the crook of my neck, he murmured, “I thought I was going to have to spend this night without you.” A sliver of fire shot through me, burning the most sensitive parts of me.

I turned in his arms. “Does that explain you being at Rykes?”

He looked down, watching my eyes. My face. “I needed a cheap drink… and some entertainment. A fight breaks out at that place every night. There’s always some beef.”

I wanted to roll my eyes. Men. “Why didn’t you go to Dane’s?”

His lips pressed. “Trixie works on Friday nights.”

My smile collapsed, my entire demeanor changing. “Oh.”

I started to pull away, but he caught me, reeling me back in. “I avoided Dane’s for you, Chloe.”

“I appreciate that, but…” I chewed on my bottom lip. I hated when he mentioned her. I hated it even more that she still ran through his mind every so often. “I don’t know.” I shrugged, waving a hand and realizing I was overreacting. I couldn’t overreact. I couldn’t send him running away. I made a promise not to get too serious. I had to keep it. “Never mind. It’s whatever.”

He tipped my chin when I dropped my head, those warm brown eyes fixing on mine. “You don’t like when I mention her.” This was a statement, not a question. He already knew the answer. Cradling my face in his hands, Theo pulled me close to him, so close I could feel his chest rising and sinking, the bulge in his pants that so badly wanted to be set free. “Tell me, baby,” he whispered, walking forward as I moved backwards. “What name is it that you want to hear from my mouth?”

“Mine,” I whispered. Then my back hit the wall, the bump light.

“Yours.” He dropped his head, planting sweet caresses on the crook of my neck. “Alright, Chloe.” His voice changed, his actions instantaneous. He lifted up my dress, sliding my panties aside. His fingers plunged, one and then two. It caught me completely off guard.

My next breath was sharp, the back of my head landing on the wall as he picked up one of my legs and hooked it around his narrow waist. I kept still, and he picked me up, moving to the bar counter in front of the kitchen.

“Chloe, baby,” he murmured in my ear. “Chloe. Fuck, Chloe.” He said my name like he wanted to marry it, running the syllables off his tongue, finger-fucking me until my back curved.

My ass landed on the cool countertop, and in only seconds, his fingers were gone. My panties were next to go missing, dropping to the floor, and without hesitation, his tongue replaced those magical fingers.

It dipped inside, and I moaned loudly, clutching handfuls of his T-shirt. “Chloe,” he groaned, his growl deep. “My sexy Little Knight. You know you’re all I want.”

I panted, listening to his voice vibrate between my quaking thighs, bringing me straight to the edge. I willingly thrust around his tongue until he brought it up, sealing those beautiful pink lips around my swelling clit. He sucked, tugging light enough for me to feel, and then released, sliding a finger into my damp, eager pussy.

“Don’t cum yet, baby,” he said, just as I was about to reach the stars. He pulled away, running thick fingers from my entrance to my clit and pressing down. He watched me writhe, smirking as if he were pleased with how well I responded to his touch. Picking me up off the counter, Theo slid his jeans down to his ankles, his entire cock exposed. The tip glistened, the taste of him still familiar to me.

His scent was strong. Musky and manly. Every bit of a real man. Every inch of what I craved. Theo still had me in his arms, my legs bound around him, and I eased around his cock, sliding down until he was all in.

He stilled, letting out a heavy sigh, one that blew past my ear and down my spine. “The sweetest pussy.” His words came out in a rumble as he lifted me up and down. Our foreheads met, and soon, my back hit the wall. I wrapped my arms over his shoulders, lifting up and down with him as much as possible, soaking up every inch of him.

Bouncing.

Gripping.

All with light spanks to my ass and quiet yelps filling the air.

Lips touched, tongues colliding. He accepted my moans through parted lips, telling me to be louder. Begging me to call his name.

“Oh, Theo,” I breathed, feeling his solid body going stiff. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

He grunted, mouth falling on my skin, moving from the crook of my neck to my cheek and then to my lips. He devoured them like he owned them, like he’d kissed them plenty of times and knew exactly what they longed for. “The only name I wanna hear you say when you’re like this is mine.” He trapped my face in his hands. “You hear me?”

“Yes.” The response came out rapid and shrill as he pressed his palms on either side of my head, creating a bumping noise against the wall with his knees.

“No one will be able to make you feel like how I make you feel, Chloe. I know your body—everything you like. I know this pussy, and exactly what makes her tick. I know because you always get so fucking wet for me, wringing me out ‘til I’m fucking dry.” His nose skimmed my cheek. “Sweet pussy… always so fucking tight for me. And always. So. Fucking. Good.”

Theo’s voice strained with the last set of words. His brown irises shimmered, face harder than stone. He sank deeper and deeper, like he couldn’t get deep enough and I clenched around his long, thick member, clamping and shuddering, sighing loudly just as he did.