Chapter 4

 

 

 

Banshee

 

I watch as Bellamy storms out of the room, and then the sound of the door slamming reverberates through the house. Blowing out a harsh breath, I take a glimpse at Bea. She’s wearing a smug smile and has her hands planted on her hips.

 

“You think I’m gullible, boy?”

 

“No ma’am.”

 

“Good, because I want Bellamy to have it all; the man who’ll adore her, the man who’ll provide for her and the family she’s dreamed of and all the brown-haired, gapped teeth brats she desires.” I nod. “You’re the only man I’ve ever seen her with that sets her on edge. The tension that clogs the air when the two of you are in the same room is electric. If you two could ever get your shit together long enough, you’d ignite, and I pity anyone that is in the vicinity.”

 

“Then we want the same things for her. I want my brand on her and my babies in her belly, but there’s a problem.” Her eyebrows rise. “She doesn’t want those things from me, and I’m just starting to realize that me showing up and being the same cocky prick isn’t going to get me the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”

 

Bea snorts. “Hell no being the same way you’ve been for all these years isn’t going to get you shit, but maybe my foot up your ass. Bellamy’s got a temper that can rival any of the Breese’s, but lately, instead of facing the ones that piss her off, she turns tail. I can guarantee that right now she’s at home looking for one of those nursing jobs out of state.” She laughs at the perplexed look on my face. “She’s used to you running Lawson. Every time ya’ll get close you ran. She’s probably betting on you doing the same this time after my little drama club moment.”

 

“So what do you suggest?”

 

“I suggest you take your fine ass to her house and change her mind. Don’t give her a choice to give in to you, make her.”

 

Now, it’s my turn to smile smugly. “I’ll get right on that Bea.” I turn to leave and shout over my shoulder. “See you for Taco Tuesday next week.”

 

***

 

Pulling in front of Bellamy’s house, my feet lead me to her door, and my hand instantly turns the knob. It opens to Maggie chilling on the couch watching TV and eating popcorn. She doesn’t even look surprised to see me. Instead, she points to the kitchen. Rounding the corner, Bellamy is at the kitchen counter with her laptop in front of her. I don’t even give her a chance to speak as she picks up her head at my intrusion and I throw her over my shoulder hurriedly making my way to her bedroom as she pounds my back.

 

I toss her on the bed and start hastily removing my clothes.

 

“What the hell are you doing, Banshee?”

 

I smirk as I watch her backpedaling on the bed to the headboard. I grab her ankle and drag her to the edge. As I attempt to discard her of the tiny black sleep shorts, she grabs my wrists frantically trying to release my hold.

 

“Stop fighting me, Bells. You want this as much as I do. You're just fucking stubborn.”

 

I move my hand to the apex of her thighs and brush my thumb against the hidden bundle of nerves that lies beneath. As her hips buck, I take that moment to slide the shorts down her legs keeping my eyes on the pretty pink package that becomes visible. Her rose-colored lips are glistening with her arousal. As I bend to bury my face and devour my dessert, she grabs hold of my hair twisting and tugging. She wraps her legs under my arms, squeezes, and twists. In the process, she’s able to maneuver me on to my back. She grips my chin harshly as she gets eye level with me.

 

“I don’t know what you thought was going to happen tonight with you barging in my house and throwing me over your shoulder, but you will not be getting a taste of me.”

 

A whoosh leaves her as I reverse positions holding her wrists in one hand over her head as she ends up on her back once again. “I will get a taste of you; your mouth, your pretty pink nipples, your glistening pussy and I most definitely will be sliding home with my cock, so either you can participate, or you can just take it. I’m done fighting you on something that is inevitable. You were meant to be mine, and that’s what you need to understand.”

 

I snatch her panties off the bed wrapping them tightly around her wrist and attaching them to the headboard. She struggles until my mouth descends on hers. She tenses and I want to taste the blood that will ensue as she bites my tongue, but it never happens. Instead, she relaxes under my weight. She can lie until she’s blue in the face about not wanting me, but her body tells a different story.

 

As the kiss deepens, my hands caress her skin. Their journey doesn’t end until I’ve reached my destination. The feel of her wetness has me on the verge of losing control, but I’ve waited too long to become a one-pump chump. I want her to remember the fire between us. I want her to feel my desire for her. I want to see the spark in her eyes when she gives into me.

 

Rolling up to my knees, gliding my fingers down her thigh watching as the goose bumps following in my wake, I invade her with two of my fingers. My progression is slow as I witness her slickness as I move in and out. Soft moans escape her lips as I hit the spot in her depths that sends her careening over. She grasps the headboard while her head rolls around on the pillow.

 

Snatching my jeans from the floor and removing a condom from my wallet, I roll it slowly down my length. As my eyes meet her heavy-lidded ones, I widen her thighs as I lean forward positioning myself at her opening. I slip a few inches in and bring my mouth closer to her ear.

 

“Do you want me to stop or keep going?” I whisper. She doesn’t answer. I lick the shell of her ear and then fuck her ear with my tongue giving her the option to decide if she wants the same motion to occur between my cock and her cunt.

 

“Keep going.” She whimpers.

 

I hover over her with my hands braced beside her head as I slam home and watch as her lips part and her thighs fall to the sides allowing me deeper access. My momentum picks up the louder her moans become. I can feel the inevitable moment of my release. My thumb circles her clit applying pressure and speed to guarantee her need to cum will be fulfilled.

 

Her channel quakes and quivers around me as I pinch her clit. Her hips begin to move against mine as she races to find relief. Grabbing her hips and lifting, I crash my cock into her until she’s writhing underneath me. Her pussy tightens, and I feel the gush of her cum as my own fills her. I slow down my thrust as her pussy begins to slacken.

 

Leaning forward, I undo her binds and rub each arm. She doesn’t speak, but her eyes scrutinize me with ever tender touch. Every time before this moment has been hard and fast. Never ending with passionate touches, but the time has come where it’s time to show her what she could possibly have with me.

 

A slow clap followed by a ‘bravo’ sounds from the door as I watch Maggie leaning against the wall with the same bowl of popcorn hugged to her chest.

 

“Just wanted to thank y’all for that spectacular performance. It was much more titillating than the latest episode of Swamp People.” With an evil smirk, she points at Bellamy. “Bells, you need to teach me that flip thingy you did to get him on his back.” With her final comment, she leaves as Bellamy buries her face in my chest.

 

“Is she like that all the time?” I question.

 

“What do you think? She has no sense of privacy, and you left the door unlocked. If she could watch porn all day and get paid for it, she’d be in hog heaven.”

 

“Next time, I’ll make sure to lock the door,” I grunt.

 

“No point. I can’t remember the number of times I’ve woken up to Maggie sprawled out in my bed the next morning when I know for certain I locked my door. She just picks it.”

 

I drop down beside her on the bed punching the pillow to get comfortable. Pulling her into my front, she sighs. Having a woman cocooned in my arms never felt this good. As her breaths even out, I take in her scent and slowly drift.