Chapter 6

 

 

Nessa’s lips are on my neck as I try to walk us back to my room, stumbling. The feelings that are shooting through me are nothing I’ve ever felt before. Her hands tangle in my hair but those lips are killer.

“I need to open the door,” Mumbling, she pulls back only slightly. The look in her eyes amuses me.

“I don’t give a shit about your room.” She’s breathless and I love every second of it. Shit, she’s making me not care about the goddamn room either.

“Everyone will see you.” I don’t give a damn if they see me or not. Nessa seems a little shyer in that fashion, or at least I thought she was. Her lips continue to torture me when I finally get the door open. I walk us into the room, kicking the door closed with the heel of my boot. Sliding my hand around Nessa’s writhing body, I unhook my jeans, shoving them to the floor.

“Goddamn woman!” Growling against her neck, she grinds against me. She feels so damn good I don’t want to stop. I know in the back of my mind I should, but I can’t. Nessa tugs at my shirt, if she had longer nails, she’d be tearing it apart.

“Get this off, Ghost!” Her demands send quivers straight to my dick. I set her down, ripping my cut off before tossing my shirt to the side. I reach for the hem of her little tank top, pulling it over her head.  My eyes try to focus on those beautiful breasts in front of me but when the room spins, that’s a little hard to do.

“Get it all off, sweetheart.” Grabbing my dick in my hand, I stroke it while waiting on her to take her jeans off. The view of her stripping is causing me to lose it. I groan as I watch her. So, fucking, perfect. When Nessa is completely naked, she takes a few steps toward me, her eyes traveling over my body.

“You’re stunning, Ghost.” My eyes jerk to hers, holding there as she licks her lips.

“No one has ever said that to me before.” Nessa smiles, taking the last step toward me.  Her hands run around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. Her kiss is hot and wet, just like the girl herself.

“Fuck me, Ghost. I need it–hard.” Holy shit, that I can do. I throw Nessa on the bed roughly before sliding in between her sweet thighs. 

We’re too wound up in each other to think. I slam into her soft waiting pussy, not holding anything back. I’ve missed hearing my name leave a set of sweet lips like hers.

Nessa screams out my name. It’s like music to my ears.

Gripping her hips in my hands, I squeeze a little tighter than I need to. I’m sure she will be sporting my marks tomorrow.

“You wanna be mine, sweetheart? That what you want?” I grunt.  Harder and harder, I slam into her. She digs her nails into my skin, digging deep.

“Say it, Nessa!” I lean down, growling against her neck. Licking and nipping, I don’t stop my relentless torture of her pussy. “You won’t cum till you say it.” Biting down once more, she screams. I can’t think of anything better than hearing a woman scream your name.

“Yes, Ghost. Make me yours!” I speed my hips back up, throttling so deeply into her that I can barely breathe. Feeling her pussy tighten around me, I lose it first. I cum hard with Nessa joining me. It feels like heaven as I pant and gasp for air. Nessa’s little gasps are so fucking adorable, I never want her to stop. I rest my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. Running my tongue over her neck, I can taste her salty sweat.

“You taste perfect.” Her body shivers as my dick twitches inside of her. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.

“I wanna keep you, Nessa,” Whispering against her neck, I know it’s just the amount of alcohol in my system making me talk out of my ass. Not like that’s any different than my sober talk.

“You’re drunk,”  She says. She’s right. I am.

“So, what? I still want you.” Nessa giggles under me. I roll over, pulling out of her.  Dropping onto my side, I look over at her as her hair falls around her.

“I suppose you’ll be spendin’ the night here.” Nessa looks almost embarrassed. She starts to move away but I pull her back to me.

“I didn’t say to leave, darlin’.” Hooking my arm around her waist, I drag her body closer to mine. “In fact, I don’t think I’m done with you yet.”  I mumble, kissing her softly, she melts into me. It’s an amazing feeling to have, but it brings back so many memories of Melanie, that I can barely stand it. Opening my eyes, I make myself realize that she is the complete opposite of Mel. She’s better. She’s nothing like her. I’ll never be able to move on if I keep comparing every girl to her.  Nessa is different. There is nothing about her that should remind me of Mel. 

***

Over a month has gone by without another word from Melanie. I don’t know how I feel about that either. I should be happy, but I don’t know if I am.

It tugs at something inside of me. Something that wants to rekindle the past. I know it’s wrong. I know my heart doesn’t belong to her anymore.

Is that how it will always be, though? Will the thoughts of her eat me alive?

I glance around the area where we’re meeting these new assholes.  Devil passes me a cigarette–I gladly take it. “What’s got you in a pissy mood?” 

“I’m not pissy.” Ignoring him, I light it up.

“You are pissy. Thought you and Nessa were good?” Devil says as he leans against the brick wall next to me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We are. It’s just—Melanie kept callin’, man. I never waited to hear what she wanted.” I’m unsure what that means to me. Did I really want to hear what she had to say? I don’t fucking know what I want anymore.

“Have you called her parents? Maybe they know.” He asks.  Shaking my head, I don’t know that I want to.

“That’s just it, brother. I just don’t fuckin’ know if I should get messed up in that shit.” Devil nods, clearly understanding what I mean. If anyone would, it would be him.

“I hear you, Ghost. She hasn’t called in a few weeks though, right?” Blowing out a ring of smoke, I nod.

“Been more than a few weeks. Maybe she worked her shit out.” Shrugging, maybe she did.

It doesn’t stop the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach, though. That shit stays there like a fucking reminder of all the bad shit I’ve done.

I let my mind wander. I don’t know what she would need with me unless she’s gotten herself into shit. Why me though? Why would she think that I would help her now after she bailed? She always had that attitude about her, so that wouldn’t surprise me.

Devil slaps a hand across my chest. “Here they come.” I stick the cigarette between my lips, shoving off the wall. Following behind Devil to meet these new little pricks, wasn’t high on my to do list today. I guess being the goddamn VP makes it my problem, though.

Devil looks at the men that stand in front of us. “Who are you?” 

They don’t look like much. They look like your typical street gang. That never means anything, though.

We get all kinds of little fucks coming to us wanting to run with the big guys. Most of them get snuffed out pretty quick. 

“I’m Tony. You must be Devil, and Ghost.” Nodding once, I move to stand in front of Devil.

“We don’t deal with anyone aside from you. If you don’t show up to the drops, you don’t collect shit. You don’t have payment, you don’t get shit. You fuck me over, I’ll kill your whole family. Gimme’ your wallet,” I say holding my hand out. I glare at the man in front of me.

He smiles while looking around as if I’m joking.

“You want to play games motherfucker, you find another club.” Staring him down, he reaches for his pocket, pulling the wallet free. He places it in my hand with a shaky hand. Flipping it open, I take his license before throwing his wallet back at him.

“Where’s the cash?” Tony nods to the guy behind him, he steps forward with a bag.

“Do I need to count it, or are we all on the same page here?” I ask, not in the mood for this shit at all. Tony’s eyes widen, giving me my answer.Pulling the knife from the back of my jeans, I grab Tony, and hold it to his throat.

“I don’t play games. I don’t fuckin’ like liars either!” Growling at the rest of them, a guy steps forward with another bag.

“This is the rest!” Nervous. I fucking love when they get nervous. I like how they think they can fuck me over on the first drop. Fucking idiots. I nod for Devil to get the bag and check it.

“Looks like it’s all here, Ghost,” He says. I lower my hand, sliding the knife back into its respectable place. With my clenched hand, I slam my fist into Tony’s face. The crack of the bone beneath my hand sends power surging through me.

“You ever try to short change me again, you will die.” Tossing him to the ground, I take a step back.

“Toss them that shit and let’s go.” I roar. Devil tosses the bag of drugs over, watching it land on the ground next to Tony.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Slapping Devil across the chest, I head for my bike when I hear the shots.

Ducking down, I spin around, grabbing my gun. Firing off a few shots, I look over at Devil. He seems to be in one piece. Shoving myself up, I walk straight toward them, guns blazing. “Stupid little fucks!” This is what I love to do.

“You picked the wrong motherfucker!”

My trigger finger is happy as hell that they decided to play me. Firing shots at me—not such a good idea.