Jason
“What the fuck’s going on?” Will says, looking from me to Kat and then back again as he regains consciousness. I expected him to be out longer than that.
“Surprised, motherfucker?” I ask him, reaching inside my pocket and grabbing the pen drive. His eyes widen as he realizes what Kat and I have done.
“That’s right, Will,” Kat tells him, taking two steps back from him and putting on the dress I just handed her.
I watch her do it, the curves of her naked body making my cock twitch, and my heart tightens inside my chest as images of her and Will going at it crash into my mind. But it had to be done, no matter how much it fucking hurts me.
It had to fucking be done. And now we can move on from all this shit.
“No, no, no,” he stammers, grabbing his pants and getting inside them, his cock deflating faster than a slashed tire. “You can’t do that, you can’t—”
“Shut the fuck up, Will,” Kat hisses, and then she cocks her arm back and slaps him with the back of her hand. “You might think of yourself as a smart-ass playboy, but you’re just an excuse of a man,” she continues, coming up to my side and laying one hand on my shoulder. “And now we have everything.”
“Everything,” I repeat, closing my hand around the pen drive and putting it back in my pocket. “And now that we have everything, you’re about to become nothing.”
“If you do that—”
“Yeah, what happens next? The Feds come knocking at your door? Maybe something worse. Maybe someone will come up to you in some dark alley and put a bullet between your eyes. I know all that, Will, and to be honest…I don’t give a shit.”
With that, I close the distance between me and him and ram my fist into his face. He stumbles back, pressed against the railing of the balcony, and for half a second, I almost believe he’s going to tumble back and dive into an early death.
Not that I’d care.
“Let’s get out of here,” I tell Kat, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her across Will’s penthouse.
We’re close, and I can smell her sweet perfume. My cock’s trying to react to it, boiling blood making it harden up against the fabric of my pants, but I take a deep breath and try to remain in control. It’s not like I can fuck her right here and now—well, I could do it, but then I’d have to deal with Will, and I’m not in the mood for an execution tonight.
Although, to be honest, I’m aching to put a bullet in that fucker’s brain. I simply can’t accept the fact that he fucked Kat. I know it was necessary, part of the plan, but still…Kat’s mine, and only mine. No one has the right to lay one finger on her.
Shit, just thinking of this makes me want to go back and throw Will off the fucking balcony. Might be I come back later and do just that, but for now I have more important stuff to do. Like show Kat how a real man takes care of business. And by business, I mean…ah, fuck, I don’t need to explain what I mean, do I?
“What happens now?” Kat asks me as she reaches for my hand. I grab it as we head out of the apartment, and then we get inside of the elevator. My cock’s so hard now that I seriously don’t know if I can wait. Maybe I’ll just fuck her right now.
“Now…whatever we want to do, we can do,” I whisper, pushing her back against the wall and holding her arms over her head. She gasps slightly, her lips parting as if her mouth is waiting for mine.
Grinning, I lean into her and kiss her, pushing my tongue inside her mouth and closing my eyes as I allow the sweet flavor of her mouth to climb up to my brain.
“Is this because of Will?” she asks me then, escaping my kiss and looking straight into my eyes. There’s a mischievous glint there, one that means she’s up to no good. She’s teasing me, and she’s enjoying every fucking second of it.
“What is? Do you think I just want to fuck you because of what happened between you and Will?”
“Maybe,” she whispers back at me, a wicked grin dancing on her lips.
“Maybe you’re right then,” I growl, placing my hand on her neck while I grin back at her. “Might be I have to fuck those memories out of you.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad, you know,” she replies, her breathing growing heavier by the second.
My cock’s so hard right now that I’m half surprised it still hasn’t ripped a hole in my pants. Fuck, Kat always had this effect on me. I can’t be around her without wanting to fuck the living daylights out of her.
That’s love for you.
I’m about to pin her against the wall, hike up her dress, and start fucking her when the elevator doors slide to the side and into their partitions, their soft ding letting us know that we’ve arrived at the ground floor.
“Saved by the bell,” I whisper, taking my hand out of her neck and smiling. She pats down the front of her dress and walks out of the elevator, and then she looks back at me over her shoulders.
“Who said I want to be saved?”
Kat—what happened to my sweet, naive girl?