Her eyes close and open while she lays there completely naked, trying to look up at me. Leaning down I touch my lips to hers, and she murmurs something but I don’t hear it. Her lips kiss me back, just as I knew they would before I pull away. As I do, her eyes close, and soft breathing leaves her mouth. Lifting her up, I place her up the right way on the bed and pull the comforter over her. She moans but doesn’t open her eyes and starts to breathe more heavily.

Walking out of her room and into her small-ass living area, I stop. That’s when I see a photograph I didn’t recognize before. It’s hidden just behind where her television is located—it’s a picture of some guy and her. Placing it back down, I walk straight out of her apartment and drive back to D’s house. They’re out the back and I can hear their shouting before I even get out of the car. Thankfully D’s neighbors are far enough away that no one can hear them being dickheads. They are all drunk. Each has a gun in their hand and they’re aiming it at the beach trying to hit a can. Each of them fail due to the excessive alcohol in their system, and the waves which keep taking each can out into the ocean every time they place one down.

“Go and hold the can,” Falcon says aggressively to Echo, who flips him off.

“Fuck off, that water’s cold. And you’re a shit shot.” He looks back and sees me standing not far from them. “You didn’t stay with that beauty?” he asks making all three turn around. Falcon raises his eyebrows at me, waiting for me to answer.

“What are you doing?” I know what they’re doing, they do it often when they get too fucking drunk. Shoot shit up.

“Echo’s being a pussy and won’t hold the can still,” Falcon says making D laugh loudly.

“He doesn’t want to get shot again by you, you idiot,” D says, shaking his head then plops down on the beach.

The sun is starting to rise.

“It was hardly a shot—to him.”

Echo lifts up his shirt. Points to a bullet hole. “That’s a shot, you ass. From you.”

I’m usually the sober one, while they’re always the drunken idiots. Sitting down on the beach, Darby and I watch as they argue back and forth on who shot who, and if it really happened. It did, Falcon just doesn’t like to admit he’s a shit shot when he’s drinking.

“You left her, didn’t you?” Darby doesn’t say it loud enough for them to hear, but I nod anyway. He shakes his at my response. “Just because it’s new doesn’t mean it is bad.”

“It’s bad,” I tell him straight up. He doesn’t know the circumstances surrounding her yet. If he did, he wouldn’t be encouraging it. So I’m going to keep that to myself for a bit longer until I work out what to do with it all.

“Well, we can already see what you see in her. But Creed—” He looks to me, “Don’t fuck it up.” Darby stands, lifting the gun and shooting the can that Echo puts down for Falcon, who swears loudly at D’s shot and throws his own gun into the water.

I haven’t texted her, haven’t seen her for a day. She had yesterday off, it was one of the reasons we took her the other night. I don’t know how to navigate around her, not sure what to do and what’s right. Following what’s right is something I’m not good at, I tend to flow to the beat of my own drum. And that’s gotten me through life this far pretty damn well.

As I walk into work and see her behind the bar, she takes one look at me and averts her gaze. Johnny touches her shoulder and she manages to softly smile at him before a customer gains her attention. She’s good, her fake smile is automatically plastered on her beautiful face as she serves him.

“You stare at her like you’re starved, you know that?” I turn to see Bethany standing behind me watching me staring. Averting my gaze to her, I don’t look back to Elicea.

“How would you know if I’m starved, Bethany.”

She laughs at me. “You do know what I do for work, don’t you? You did hire me after all, men are a specialty of mine. You should know that.”

“What do you need, Bethany?”

She looks back at Elicea and crosses her hands over her chest. “Sabrina hasn’t come in, and I can’t get hold of her.”

Fuck! That means I need a new girl. That was Sabrina’s last chance, I won’t be dealing with her again.

“I’ll handle it.”

“We need a girl by the weekend.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “I said—I’ll handle it.”

Bethany rolls her eyes before she walks off.

Stepping straight to the bar, I walk up to Elicea. Johnny’s standing beside her but backs away when he sees me coming. “Follow me.”

Elicea places down her cleaning cloth behind the counter and walks around the bar to my side and we head upstairs. I wave my hand indicating she goes first, and she does so without a word. Following up behind her was probably not the wisest choice because watching that ass is too much. Echo’s standing in the hallway outside of our offices, his cell glued to his ear as a painful expression is written on his face. He spots us, and I see Elicea offer him a small wave to which he looks stunned, surprised, then waves back before he turns whispering into his cell. My eyes are still on her ass as I manage to open my door and shut it after we walk in. She stands still, her hands by her side as she looks up to me.

One step and I’m fucked, the words I want to say to her don’t even leave my mouth. The only thing I can do is smell her, which in turn, drives me fucking mad.

My hands touch her, not nicely either. Rough. Harsh. It makes her squeak out loud before she grabs my face and smashes her lips to mine. She’s as desperate as I am, and I didn’t even know it. Her hands slide down from my face, her sweet-ass lips never once pulling up for air as she kisses me furiously, stealing everything my mouth has to offer. She tears at my shirt as I hike up her skirt. Coming into contact with a bare ass, my hands squeeze as I lift her. She drops her hands, working them lower until she reaches my jeans, pulling my zipper down and freeing my cock. I move her G-string to the side and in one swift movement her lips lift from mine and her head goes backward as I hold her up and enter her.

She cries out in what sounds like relief. We still for a second before she comes back to reality and she looks at me. Her teeth bite into her lip as her hands stay wrapped around my neck. I slam her back into the wall. She makes a grunting sound before she starts moving. Elicea uses me as leverage, her heels digging into my ass as she stays wrapped around me and moves up and down. I grab her ass tighter, holding onto her as I help her move faster and faster, taking everything I have to give. Her lips come back with a vengeance as she bites into my lip and I taste blood before she kisses me, her tongue darting in and dancing with my own. Our thrusts don’t stop, my finger sliding to her anus and I feel her tighten around my cock.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, her lips leaving mine as her head drops to my shoulder. We don’t stop, it’s like crack, the next hit just keeps getting better and better and I never want to stop. Not even when she comes, as her teeth bite into my shoulder to stop herself from screaming out loud. Or when her nails dig into my skin where I know she’s making me bleed.

My finger applies pressure on her anus. She squirms as I start lifting her harder and faster, her energy depleted now that she’s come. She doesn’t ask me to stop though, she just grips herself to me as I continue and then come. She comes again, her mouth descending once again to bite my shoulder. She squeezes my cock so tight with her pussy that when we’re both back to breathing normally, I don’t want to let her down. Even when she starts fidgeting. Lifting her back from the wall, I walk her to my desk. Placing her ass on it, and pulling out of her, she doesn’t even bother closing her legs as she sits there watching me wipe myself before I start doing up my buttons.

“Didn’t you want to talk to me?” she asks, now pulling her skirt down as she stands off the desk. She reaches for a wipe and cleans herself before throwing it in the bin as her eyes come back to mine. Her shirt is undone, and I can see her tits. Walking to her, I touch the button that’s loose and pinch her nipple between my fingers before my mouth closes over it.

She cries out, her body relaxing before I stand back up realizing what I’ve just done.

Fuck.

What is she doing to me?

“I need you to work.”

She nods her head. “I was working,” she says with a smile.

I shake my head. “No, I need you to work for Bethany.”

Her hand pauses at her button, then she drops it as she looks up to me, ignoring the part of her shirt that’s still undone. “What did you just say?”

“Was I not clear?”

Her mouth opens, then closes. She searches my face for something, what, I’m not entirely sure of, before her hand lifts and she slaps me across the face. Hard. “You can go fuck yourself, asshole.” Her heels click loudly as she exits my office. Rubbing my face, I wonder what the fuck I did to warrant such a response.

Maybe next time I’ll slap her ass harder.