Chapter Three
Bentley
Walking into Skin Tight, I knew I was gonna regret agreeing to come out with Robbie and Bash. They always start shit with the little wannabes, and I end up having to break that shit up. Scoping out the pussy, I walk to the bar and order a drink. Before I even down the glass, Bash comes and nudges me. "Check out who's here," he says nodding his head to the dance floor.
Looking over there, I see Brynn dancing to the beat of the music all by herself. My jeans start to tighten as I watch her hips sway side to side. She looks like a fucking angel under the lights, and I can't help but stare in her direction. Watching her for a longer than I anticipated, it's like she knows I'm watching and is giving me a personal show.
I see some prick wrap his arms around her and I see red. I don't know what comes over me, but I make my way through the crowd of bodies, heading straight for them. I watch her trying to pull away, and he says something in her ear causing her to pause.
Her face looks panicked, so I step in and pull her to me. I feel her let out a breath when she realizes that it's me holding her in my arms.
"Fuck off, asshole," the prick says not even paying attention to me. He tries to grab Brynn again, so I pull her behind me.
I'm so fucking mad that I could kill this motherfucker and not even think twice about it. "You fucking touch her again, and I'll put you in the ground," I hiss.
The asshole thinks he's tough shit, so he gets in my face and pushes me. Swinging, I put my fist right through his nose. He falls to the ground and grabs his nose. Leaning down, I whisper in the guy's ear, "You fucking touch Wayward Saints’ property again and I'll put a bullet between your eyes."
Standing up to my full height, I step back from him. His eyes widen when he sees my cut, and I turn my attention to Brynn. Grabbing her hand, I drag her toward the back of the club where I know they keep private rooms. I’ve been back in them a time or two and the bouncer won’t think twice about letting me in.
I nod to the bouncer watching the area and pull Brynn into the first empty one. Pushing her against the wall, I lean my body against hers trapping her.
"What was that shit?" I ask.
She looks up at me with wide eyes and I know I'm probably scaring her more than she was before. "I'm sorry," she whispers looking at the ground. Forcing her to look at me, I grab her face with my thumb and forefinger.
"Brynn," I whisper.
Our lips are a few millimeters from each other, and I want so bad to press my lips to hers.
Pulling away from her, I pace the room.
"Bentley," she says quietly. My eyes shoot over to her, and I watch her walking toward me. Her hand reaches out for me, and I know I need to keep my distance from her. I won't let myself ruin her. It would kill me. She's the first girl besides my sisters that I've wanted to protect and I won't go there with her.
When her hand lands on my arm, I just stare into her eyes.
"I can't be the man you want me to be."
She looks at me like I killed her dog or something. She slides her hands to my waist, and I can't help but pull her to me.
Fuck it.
Claiming her mouth, I walk us to the bed and sit down. Pulling her into my lap, I run my hand down her back pulling her body closer. Her short as fuck dress is starting to bunch at the waist and I can see her barely there panties. Black lace. Just thinking about sliding my fingers into them and ripping them off her body turns me on.
She straddles my lap, and I pull her so she rests right where I want her on my dick. I nip her neck with my teeth and a lower the straps on her dress so I can get to her tits. My dick is straining against my jeans, and I want nothing more than to sink inside her pussy right this minute, but I hold back. She won't be down for it.
Grabbing her hair, I pull her head back so I have better access to her neck. Licking, biting and sucking, I take my time with her. She moans and arches her back when I give her hair a sharp tug. Sliding her panties to the side, I sink a finger inside her wet pussy and start to pump it in and out of her. She grinds her hips against me, and I know she's about to come. Her walls start to tighten around my finger, so I pick up the pace. Lowering my mouth to one of her nipples, I bite and suck until her body starts to convulse around my finger.
Undoing my jeans with one hand, I pull my dick out and grab a condom from the table next to the bed. Suiting up, I lift her hips enough to get her right where I want her. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her hair in the direction I want her body to go. The minute she sinks onto me, I feel a tingling sensation I only feel when I'm spanking a girl’s ass until it’s bright red. Fuck.
Her pussy is tight around me, and I can feel every movement she makes. Forcing her to stand enough without letting me slide all the way out, I grab her panties and give them a good pull, watching them tear effortlessly.
Gripping her ass cheek, I spread them and force her to sink back down on me. Her moans fill the room, and I want to be able to see that perfect ass of hers. Pushing her off of me, I grab her waist and spin her around so her back is to my front. Bending her over, I adjust her.
"Keep your hands on my knees," I demand.
She nods her head and does as I tell her. Grabbing her ass in my hands, I groan. Fuck, what a sight. Slamming my hips up and into her, I groan when her pussy grips my dick. Her fingernails dig into my skin as I pump in and out of her at a rough pace. She tries her best to hold on to me but slips every few strokes. She cries out, and I'm not sure if it's in pain or pleasure. Fuck, I don't even care at this point. I'm chasing my release, and the pain of her nails is almost enough to bring me over the edge.
Watching her ass bounce in front of me, I get the urge to mark her. Before I let her sink down on me again, I hold her still and bring my hand down on her pale ass. Her yelp turns me the fuck on. Pulling her back into my lap, I fuck her rough and hard until I come. She screams out my name and I know she's right there with me.
"Fuck," I breathe.
I pull her up so she is leaning back against me and I kiss her neck. She has a fine mist of sweat on her, and as much as I want to tie her to my fucking bed at home, I know I need to keep my distance. She's too fucking perfect for me to do this to.
Helping her up off my lap, I suck in a breath as we separate. Damn.
She fixes her dress and grabs her torn panties off the floor. Smirking, I tuck myself in my jeans and grab them out of her hand putting them to my nose. Taking a big whiff, I groan. "Fuck you smell so fucking good."
I hear her whimper as she watches me. Shoving the panties in my back pocket, I make my way to her and pull her in my arms. Kissing her on the lips, I make a decision. She's gonna hate me after this, but I can't do this with her. I won't let myself.
"As much as I want to do this again, I can't ruin you."
She sucks in a breath and all the color vanishes from her face.
"How... How would you ruin me?" she asks quietly.
Running my hand along her jaw, I look at her in the eyes. "Babe, that was about as tame as I can do and it still was barely enough. I need the pain, and I don't want you to become like me. I don't want to hurt you. Ever."
Her eyes snap to mine, and she stares at me for a few moments before she says anything. "You mean you like to hurt women to get off?"
She looks ready to cry, and I want to say fuck it and give it a try, but it wouldn't be fair to her. "I don't hurt them. They ask for it. Your nails digging into my skin had me so close to coming. I need to be able to have my way with someone, and I can't do that to you. I need someone to submit to me completely, and I know that is not you. You like to test my patience every day at the shop, and I love that about you."
I can see the tears welling up in her eyes and I hate myself for hurting her. Before they can fall, she pulls out of my arms and heads straight for the door. I know this is the outcome I was hoping for, so does it fucking hurt so bad?
Before she walks out of the door, she stares at me and goes to say something, but thinks better of it. She storms off, and I take a seat on the bed again. Running my hands over my face, I try to decide if this is the right choice.
I know it's the right choice for her but can I live without her in my life?
Getting up, I fix my jeans and make my way out to the club. I spot the guys standing at the bar talking to a couple of chicks. Making my way to them, I shrug off the thing with Brynn and go to order another drink.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Bash asks bumping my shoulder. Smirking, I down my drink and ignore his question.
Leaving me alone, he keeps trying to get into the panties of the bitch standing in front of him. He tells her that either she's riding or not and turns to walk out the door. I watch her as she tries to decide on whether it's a good decision or not. I can tell when she makes up her mind. I watch her run and try to catch up with Bash in these fuck me heels that look as though they could break at any moment.
Laughing, I shake my head and make my way out to my bike. Straddling her, I watch Bash and the bitch he picked. She’s trying to be all sexy as she hikes her dress up slightly and tries to throw her leg over his bike behind him.
Damn, I'm glad I'm going home alone.