“Sophie, what are you doing?” A well-dressed man a few years older than me was standing just behind her, his eyes assessing us with obvious disdain. Warning bells were going off in my brain, so when Sophie turned around to confront the man, I followed, keeping her small body tucked in front of mine.
“Max. I was having a lovely night until now. Are you following me?” Sophie asked, and my suspicions were confirmed.So this is the ex-husband.He was classically handsome, I guess, but everything about him was soft. He carried himself with the air of someone who’d never had to get their hands dirty, who just paid someone else to do the work. The man had no idea what he’d had with Sophie, but that was his fault. His loss was my gain. And I would not repeat his mistakes.
“Why would I follow my own wife?” he asked, looking offended, so I decided to help clue him in.
“Ex-wife. Or is Nat here too?” I asked, and his eyes narrowed.
“This is a private conversation. Can you please give us some space?” Max demanded. Sophie rolled her eyes at me, and I shrugged, glad to see she didn’t look too rattled.
“Max, I don’t have time for this. You should go back to whatever it is you were doing here.”
“What I’m doing is watching you embarrass yourself and, through association, me. I’m sitting over there with a table of potential clients while you’re out here grinding up on some blue-collar thug. How do you think that makes me look? Not to mention, I saw those pictures of your boyfriend with Eloise. I don’t know how I feel about having someone like him around my daughter. Perhaps I should talk to my lawyer, see if we shouldn’t be reviewing the custody arrangement.” Max sneered, and my blood boiled, my fists clenching. Before I could move, Sophie laughed—a hard, angry sound. Trying not to look shocked, I kept my mouth closed as she confronted Maxie.
“Do it. Idareyou. CPS already has a file on you and your wife. Brian is ready to submit the additional evidence we’ve documented and logged over the last few years. Walt also made a statement on record. Would you like to continue this discussion via our lawyers…? Oh, did I forget to mention the files we have on Nat and your mother as well? Talk about poor taste in the company you keep… Is that Barry Craft over there? Maybe I should tell him that your mother says hello. I’ve heard they’re quite close…” I snorted at the implication, enjoying the red flush that filled Max’s face.
“I don’t know what you’re insinuating, this isn’t about Mother. This is about—”
“No. I’m not doing this. Any concerns you have can be communicated to me through our lawyers. I don’t know what this is…” She gestured at his flustered form before continuing.
“But nothing has changed between us. I would never do anything to endanger Lou, and if you doubt that for a second, I’ll enjoy seeing this out in court for full custody. Trust me, it would be worth the time and money to never have to see you or the toxic leeches you keep so close again.” Sophie stalked away, her stride confident, and every part of my body hardened. Stopping at our table, she grabbed my jacket and her purse before turning back to give Max a final withering look.
As I took a step to follow her, I felt a weak grasp on my arm. “She can act tough, but she’s just using you to get to me,” Max stated, looking as if he was on the verge of a full temper tantrum.
“Listen, Maxie. You fucked up. Sophie isn’t yours to harass or control anymore. Sophie’s mine. Start getting used to it, because I’m not going anywhere.” Before he could respond, I was striding past him, eager to catch up to Sophie. She had just reached my parked car when I caught up to her, and she was fuming.
“Can you believe that? The fucking audacity! I’m so sorry he ruined—” Before she could finish that sentence, I was claiming her mouth, pushing her against the car as I tried to eliminate any space between us. For a second, Sophie froze in surprise, then one hand was in my hair, the other on my shoulder as she stood on her tiptoes to get closer to me. Her nails scraped over my scalp, and I had to take a breath, shoving my face into the crook of her neck. I was two seconds away from lifting her up and taking her there in the parking lot, but I was trying to get some control.
“Get in the truck. My house is less than ten minutes away.” Breathing heavily, lips swollen, Sophie gave a wobbly nod before stepping back so I could open the passenger door and lift her in.
The drive to my house was a blur. The dark and the quiet in the car were heavy, expectant. There was nothing to say. Talking was the last thing on my mind. I was just praying I wouldn’t crash and would make it into the house without driving a hole through my pants. My cock was rock-hard, begging to be acknowledged. The ride wasn’t doing anything to cool me down. Instead, I was enjoying every glimpse of Sophie I got. As the moonlight flashed in and out of the window, I could see her shaking hands, how her nipples were pressing against the fabric of her dress as she restlessly shifted in her seat.
The car was barely parked when I hopped out. Before I could get to her, she was already scrambling out of the truck and climbing the front steps. I unlocked the door in a hurry, letting her walk in before me. She slipped through the entryway, pausing at the end of the hall, suddenly looking unsure of herself.As soon as the door was closed and locked behind me, I took a minute to appreciate Sophie, imprinting that version of her in my mind forever.
Without even realizing it, I was already walking over to her, lifting her until her legs were around my waist and her back was against the wall. Before she could get a word out, I was covering her mouth with mine. She melted against me, her legs tightening around my hips and her nails digging into my scalp. My hands moved, slipping under the soft material of her dress until I was cupping her bare ass in my hands. I groaned into her mouth when I realized there was only a thong keeping her heat from me.
I slid my finger over her lace-covered mound. She moaned and shivered my arms. As soon as she felt my hand, Sophie started grinding down her hips, moving uncontrollably.
“So needy for me,” I praised as I slipped one digit inside of her. She was incredibly hot and wet, but still impossibly tight. For a moment, clarity hit me, and I realized I had her pressed against the wall, barely a few feet inside my house. Thoughts of moving to the bedroom or doing this properly tugged at me, but I was too lost in the sensory overload of having Sophie in my arms. Her breath hitched, and she ripped her mouth from mine. Dropping her head back, hitting the wall, she let out a sound that was a cross between ecstasy and exasperation.
“I’m so close. Please, Linc. I need more.”
“Tell me what you need, Sunshine. Do you want me to let you come?” I teased, adding a second finger inside her, making sure to memorize her responses. Her breathing was labored, the bodice of her dress clinging to her breasts with every exhale. Starting under her ear, I kissed and nibbled my way down Sophie’s neck and chest. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her dress, and I lightly grazed my teeth over the points. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to me.
Her breathing increased as her pussy clamped down on my fingers, almost keeping me in place. I wanted to feel that around me, wanted to feel all of her. Gripping her thong, I ripped it offher body and shoved the wet bit of lace into my pocket. With her legs wrapped around my waist and her torso pressed against the wall, I leaned back to get a look at Sophie. Her hair and eyes were wild, her body flushed and calling out for attention. In quick fashion, I undid my pants, freeing my cock.
Sophie’s hands were instantly on me, trying to pull my body back to hers. I grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them above her head. Needing a moment to think clearly, I was impressed at my foresight. Pulling my wallet out, I grabbed a condom and tossed the wallet onto the floor. Ripping the package open with my teeth, I passed it to Sophie.
“Cover me,” I told her, and she instantly got to work, sliding the condom over my cock. I groaned at the feel of her hands on me, fearing that small touch would make it all end before it even began.
Trapping her against the wall, I adjusted her hips until I could slowly slide in. We both groaned, a sheen of sweat coating my skin as I resisted the urge to pound into her. Time felt too fast and too slow at the same time, and when I finally bottomed out, we both had a moment of relief before our bodies took control again.
Stretched out, at my mercy, all Sophie could do was take what I was giving her, her moans and sighs all the motivation I needed. Letting go of her hands, I gripped her hips to hold her in place before pulling out and slamming back in. Continuing the brutal rhythm, I didn’t let up, and Sophie went wild in my arms. Her nails scored my back as her teeth bit into her bottom lip so hard it almost bled. Her legs tightened around my back as she gave as good as she got.
“Look at you, trying to impress me. Taking me so good,” I told her, and felt her core grip me tighter. A cross between a whine and a moan escaped Sophie’s lips as she looked at me with a desperate expression. Seeing her like that, unraveling underneath my palms, made me wild. I wanted to claim every inch of her, memorize every sound, every spot that drove her mad. I wanted to master her body, push her to her limits, and take herhigher than she ever thought possible.
Slammed against a wall, held up by my cock, she was already at my mercy, but I wanted to push Sophie further, claim her deeper. I gripped her ass, giving it a bruising squeeze before sliding my fingers between her cheeks. She jerked as if electrocuted, her eyes looking confused and hesitant, but not pulling away. With slow, teasing strokes, I danced around her rosebud until she once again lost herself in the feeling.
With slow, steady force, I pushed inside of her, and she froze for a moment before relaxing against me.
