“No, but I-I do.”
“Then we’ll have to cure you of that.” I suck her earlobe into my mouth, and she arches her back. I continue to taste her flesh as I manipulate her slick lips. “I’ll take you anywhere any time, and you’re going to let me because you’ll love it, and you’re mine to pleasure.”
Her breath comes in fast pants. The air caresses my face. I bend down and capture her pert, brown nipple into my mouth.
She cries out, “Shadow.”
I hum my approval, gently biting down on the hardened peak. A river is flowing between her legs.
She presses her thighs shut, and raises on her tiptoes, seeking more friction.
I pull away.
“No,” she whimpers.
“I want to hear you say it, Blue. Tell me who you belong to and I’ll give you what you need.”
She grits her teeth and shakes her head.
I remove my hand from her pussy and bury my fingers in her hair. Angling my body to block the spray of warm water, I push her down onto her knees in front of me. “If you don’t feel like speaking I have something else for your mouth to do.”
Her eyes widen, and she blinks at me owlishly.
“Open those beautiful lips and take your man deep.”
She rubs her thighs together and opens her mouth.
“That’s my good girl. You’re going to learn to accept the changes, aren’t you?” I thrust deeper. “What’s that? Can’t talk with your mouth full?” I increase my speed, and she takes it, opening her throat. She suckles me and our eyes lock. I will her to surrender. She bobs her head in time to my rhythm and my balls draw up. A hum vibrates down my shaft. I pull from her mouth spraying her chest with my load, marking her. “You look so pretty in white.” I cup her chin. “Stand up, so we can rinse you off.”
She blinks. “T-that’s it?”
“For now. I promised Bolton I’d ride with him today, and I’m a man of my word. Unless you have something you want to say to me? Then I could make time.”
“No!” she shouts.
“Hmm.” I grab her body wash, squeeze some on to my hand, and begin to soap her down, paying extra attention to her nipples, breasts, and inner thighs. She’s so hot I’m surprised the water doesn’t turn to steam. When she’s clean, I guide her toward the exit. “Go get dressed. I’m going to finish up here.” She steps from the shower, and I force myself to turn away from her. I want to get out, pat her skin dry and pamper her, because fuck—she’s my Old Lady. But I can’t. Because that would be letting her think the way things are is okay. I won’t be satisfied until she admits she’s mine and has no qualms telling the world.
Chapter Seven
You Let my Soul Out
Blue
I’m in trouble and sinking fast. He just owned me. I’ve never had a man do that. I value my independence, and out in the regular world, I’m usually the one who takes the lead. It’s an experience I love with Shadow, even though it scares me. Is this how the sweetbutts become mindless? They get some good D put on them, and then they become a yes woman. My stomach protests at the mere thought.
That will never be me.
I ball my fists and lower my head. I am losing who I am. The club does that. Blurs lines and buries you underneath the piles of issues that come along with being too close to them. I study my face in the vanity mirror. My face is damn near flushed, my eyes are bright and alive, and my lips are still swollen from his kisses. Just thinking about what he did has my nipples erect, my breasts heavy, and my core beginning to ache. He’s a habit I’ve already formed. One taste and I was a goner. That’s why I should have resisted. But how could I when his body was pressed to mine so deliciously, and he was telling me I was always the one he wanted? Shadow isn’t a liar, so I believe him. Yet it raises more questions.
Being with Shadow means facing the demons that have haunted me my entire life. It’s clear the man has a spell over me like he’s Houdini, and I’m an audience member selected for his next trick. I can’t say no. The minute he touches me—I catch fire, and I crave him like a starving woman suddenly inside an all you can eat buffet now that I’ve tasted him, felt him move inside of me, and seen those eyes. Those incredible blue eyes that showed me things I only dare dream about in the darkness of my room in the middle of the night. A shiver winds its way down my spine.
It’s time Calla and I hash this out, once and for all. I’ve been holding out hope that somehow, miracle of miracles, we could patch things up and get back to being sisters. I’m realizing now how deep her deceit runs, and it hurts. I need to cleave the responsibility I feel for her, so I can move forward in peace. I glance back at my reflection. There’s potential there. The half-life I’d been living didn’t satisfy me. I love my job, but it couldn’t be everything. Jamie didn’t do it for me because I pined after another man.
Now, I have him.
He’s mine for the taking. It would be insanity to let him go, over some outdated code of honor only I followed. My gut twists itself into knots. The truth was, Calla had stopped giving a fuck about me the minute I grew a pair of boobs and an ass to become competition. I take a deep breath. I have to see her and have this out. She’s allowed one-on-one time now, no more talking through a glass. Ruthie’s words play over in my head. If it’s fucking me up, I’m entitled to talk about it, and dig for answers.
I’ve always been a people pleaser. Not in the sense that I have a problem saying no, in the sense that I show my love by doing everything possible to make those I care about happy. If that means short changing myself here or there, fine. The thing is, all those short changings add up fast, and I’m left run down, depressed, and disappointed. It’s why I all but ran away from them a few years prior, but I’m done with that.