Chapter 31 (Asher)
Hands pat my back and excited voices congratulate me as I step out of the quickest shower I've ever taken, throw on a pair of sweatpants, and high tail it the fuck out of there.
Adrenaline beats through me like a drum the closer I get to the storage closet. My body humming in need, want, and anger.
Because no one can wind me up or push my buttons like she can.
Irritation surges through me with every step I take. I won the game because of her.
I've never hidden the truth about the power she holds over me, but I can't say that I like the idea of her wielding it whenever and however she wants. Even if it did save my ass today.
I grind my molars and my heart pounds like it's trying to break free from my chest. Because that's not the real reason I'm mad. Not even close.
I'm mad because I thought we had a moment back there, a real moment where we connected like we used to, because for a single solitary second...she was mine again.
I thought I got my Breslin back.
But no. Because she wants to continue playing the part of the princess stuck in her ivory tower while I continue to be the big bad wolf to Landon's white fucking knight.
My dick gives a jolt and I can't help but smile with my next thought. Because unfortunately for her, she just provoked the wolf...and he's fucking famished. Breslin offered herself up as a prize and I'm here to fucking collect.
I throw open the door of the storage room and my craving becomes damn near insatiable due to the position I find them in.
Landon's jeans are around his ankles and Breslin's half naked, her arm snaked around his neck and his hand inside her leggings. Through the thin material I can see his fingers working her over.
The moans coming from those full lips of hers tell me she's close.
Breslin starts rocking into his hand, her breaths coming in uneven bursts as she starts to spasm. Landon's eyes are closed so he can't see me, but Breslin can. Because she's looking me right in the eyes the entire time, her mouth curving into a smile as he gets her off. A smile I can't decipher—because I'm not sure if it's because she knows that I won, or because of what I'm watching. Knowing her, probably a little bit of both.
Landon pulls his hand out of her pants and sucks his fingers, licking the remnants of her orgasm from them.
And that's when he opens his eyes, sees me, and his face lights up. “You won.” He rushes over to me and I don't hesitate to grab his face and kiss him, tasting her on his tongue.
“What was the score?” he asks when I release him, but I don’t respond.
I’m not interested in talking about the game, there’s one thing and one thing only that I’m after right now.
I stalk toward her and she raises her chin like she's preparing for a battle, but I don't miss the hint of urgency in her eyes.
Even though she'll tell anyone who asks just how much she hates me, I know the truth. Breslin needs me to scratch this itch just as much as I do. No matter how different we are now and no matter what happens with us, the flame between us won't ever die out. She knows it as much as I do. It's part of what fuels her hate for me.
The air in the room stilts as arousal hits me full force and I latch onto her hips, my thumbs skimming the skin above her leggings.
She licks her lips nervously and when my hands comes around to grab that plump ass of hers, she swallows and averts her gaze to Landon.
I clasp her jaw, forcing her to look at me. As much as I want Landon, this doesn't have shit to do with him right now.
This is about us.
I give her a smirk, making sure I flash her some teeth and dimples, and then I throw her up against the wall so hard the shelves around us shake.
She wraps her legs around me and claws at my back, her nails sending shivers up and down my spine. I can feel how soaked she is through my sweatpants. “Looks like he got you all hot and bothered for me, huh, baby?”
Her eyes drift to Landon again, but my grip on her jaw hardens. “Don't look at him.”
The sharp tone of my voice has her eyes snapping back to me. She wants to protest, but I push my hand inside her pants, move her panties to the side, and plunge a finger inside her. “Such a naughty girl, letting Landon finger fuck you and get you off before I do.”
I pull down her bra and pinch her nipple between my fingers. When she arches into me, my lips find the juncture of her neck and shoulder and I run my mouth over those freckles I love so much. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
Behind me, I hear Landon make a husky noise in the back of his throat and my cock twitches. “Did you take care of him earlier?”
She nods and I lick the shell of her ear. “You suck him off? Take that thick cock of his into your pretty little mouth?”
Her heart is pounding against my chest, her eyes becoming dilated. When she doesn't answer, I add another finger and curl them deep inside her pussy. “If you don't tell me what you did to him, Breslin, then I'll make you show me.”
She clenches around my fingers and throws her head back. She's dripping all over my hand and I know she's about to come, but I'm not about to grant her that privilege just yet.
I remove my fingers and call Landon over to me. “Open.”
He doesn’t waste a second, he sucks my fingers into his mouth and laps at them insatiably. I look down at where he's touching himself, watching the tendons in his wrist flex with every slow stroke, making my dick jerk.
I put Breslin down and place her hand over my package. “Take my cock out.”
There's a sharp intake of breath as her shaky fingers dip into the elastic of my sweatpants. But then she shoots me a sly smile and turns those fierce green eyes on me. “Make me.”
In an instant, I grab her ponytail and pull her to the floor.
My abs contract and my blood pressure rises when she yanks my pants down and my cock springs out, heavy and thick.
Her eyes zero in on the drop of liquid on my tip and I hold it out to her like an offering. “Open your mouth.”
The second her lips part, I drag the head of my cock across her tongue, groaning when the liquid hits it and she moans. When the tip of her tongue stabs the small hole for another taste, I swear to fuck my balls lift. A shudder quickly follows when she closes her mouth around me and sucks me in one long motion, almost from root to tip.
I have to brace one hand on a shelf nearby when she repeats the movement, my dick hitting her tonsils this time.
Jesus, she's good at that.
Tightening my grip on her hair, I pull her back. There's no way I'm going to last and I'll be damned if I'm about to come in her mouth like a two-pump chump right now.
Easing her back up off the floor, I pull her in for a kiss. Something I know she didn't expect by the way she hesitates.
And she's right to hesitate...because before she can catch her next breath I tug her leggings down and pick her up.
Hands cupping her hips, I shove her against the wall. Then I maneuver her legs until her thighs are pressed firmly against her stomach and pin her in the position. A position that exposes her slick, pink flesh and causes her to blush when I slide my hands up her legs, drop down, and inhale her arousal.
My balls throb as I take in her glistening pussy that's so fucking swollen and pouty for me. Breslin can deny how she feels about me all she wants, but her body doesn't lie. I lean in for a taste, planting wet, sloppy kisses all over her slit and her clit.
Little breathy moans escape her as she digs her nails into my head, urging me on. A rush of lust plows into me when she shudders against my mouth. I flatten my tongue, taking her in long laps that end with a flick against her clit and her juices drenching my chin.
“Oh, God,” she screams. “Oh, my fucking God, I'm coming.”
Goddamn right you are. She comes so hard she clamps my tongue for dear life, her tight walls caging me in as her thickness seeps into my mouth.
My dick fucking sizzles as I swallow every bit of her climax and she rocks her hips back and forth. My name shreds out of her when I nibble her sensitive bud and when I take it between my teeth, she cries out in a combination of pleasure and agony. I can practically taste her hate for me spewing from her.
Hate me all you want, baby. But you can't deny that you're mine.
I stand up as her tremors subside and she fights to catch her breath. When she makes the mistake of looking over my shoulder at Landon—I slam into her so fast I swear her teeth chatter. Her eyes cut to mine, so full of every single emotion a person could ever feel. I have to take a breath past the ache that's crushing my heart as I drive into her, because I remember what it felt like to be this deep inside her the first time.
When I pull back and thrust into her again, she latches onto my dick, molding herself around me. Christ, she's so fucking tight. So fucking perfect. So fucking mine.
Her eyes become glassy and her chest heaves. She looks at Landon again, but I don't stop her. Because I know she needs him.
She needs him in all the ways she doesn't need me.
Because I'm the asshole. The bad guy. The one who broke her.
And this is our unspoken deal now. The only way I get to keep her. It's both a fucked up gift and a curse. But I'll take it. I'll take every scrap she's willing to give me.
I fuck her hard and fast, grabbing her hips and gliding her up and down my shaft. My dick swells as she grips me harder and when I look down and see Landon on the floor beside us with his mouth open, inching towards us, I almost spill my fucking load right then.
I grab his neck and bring him closer to where we're connected. When I pull out slightly, his eyes blaze with heat that has my balls tingling.
I lift my gaze to Breslin and we both pause, staring at each other, wondering what his next move will be.
And that's when Landon—motherfucking sexual chameleon that he is—moves forward and wraps his lips around the base of my cock, licking and sucking me so goddamn good after every swift and deep thrust.
Breslin pounds the wall with her fist and starts going crazy, cursing and mewling both mine and Landon's name as he begins lapping at us both while I fuck her, his mouth going from her pussy to my balls now.
“Holy hell,” she says and I drive into her again, then pull out slightly so Landon can continue his fucking torture and lick Breslin's cream from my dick.
I pick up my pace and Landon does something with his fucking mouth that makes us both groan. “You like this, don't you, baby? Like him cleaning you off my dick while I fuck you.”
Her eyes roll back and she grips my shoulders, looking so far gone in pleasure I wish I could take a snapshot of her in this moment. “Yes. Fuck, yes,” she rasps. Her head hits the wall and she twitches and clasps her pussy around my length, coming so hard I can only fall against her as she milks me to my own orgasm.
I slip out and watch as Landon spreads her, eagerly licking me out of her as she convulses with the aftershock.
Every part of me vibrates with my need for her and I bury my face in her neck, inhaling deeply. “I love—”
“Landon,” she whispers before shoving me away.
When Landon stands up, she leaps into his arms, discarding me completely. Putting me back in my place, cutting me back down to size.
It's then that I realize that while I may have won the battle this round, I lost the war.
I'll always lose the war when it comes to her.
Because I'll always love her...even when she hates me. Even when I'm watching her fall in love with him.
Landon reaches for my hand but I pull away. I start to walk out but he grabs my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. When I look at him, my throat closes in on me. Because I see nothing but love and desperation in his eyes...for the both of us.
He runs his hand along my jaw, his eyes pleading, telling me not to give up.
Because that's who Landon is. He's the glue that holds us together when we fall apart. He's the one that puts us back together again.
When I lean into his touch and give him a nod, he throws one of his arms around me and the other one around her. “Come on, let's go home.”