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“Answer something for me. You know you have me. So why does it make you nervous asking me for something you want?” She rolls her eyes before moving to get off my lap, but I quickly grab hold of her to keep her in place. “You don’t get to run from me, Gianna. Not anymore.”
“August, forget it. You said we need to go, so let’s go.” Now I’m pissed. I don’t want her to hold back on me. “Will go after you answer my question and not a second sooner.” She releases an exasperated sigh before pinning her eyes on something behind me.
“You’re the only man I have ever been with sexually, but you’re also the only man that’s ever rejected me.” Her admission dumbfounds me. “What the fuck are you talking about? I rejected you? When the hell have I ever rejected you?” She bites her lip once again before diverting her gaze. So, I grab her chin, pull her face to mine, and grit out, “Explain.”
“Well, for starters, there was the night at the club in the closet, and then when you came to pick me up on the beach in Fl—” I cut her off before she can finish.
“You can’t be serious right now. I’m pretty sure both times I had a raging boner that I’m sure you didn’t miss.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Yeah, well, you also didn’t do anything about it, kind of like right now.”
“You’re trying to get me to bend you over and smack that ass, aren’t you?” Her expression gives nothing away. I can’t tell if she’s trying to incite me or if she genuinely thinks I didn’t want her just as much as she wanted me. Either way, I’m rectifying that now.
Moving my hands to her hips, I lift her off my lap and place her on the desk in front of me. My quick movement was unexpected because she yelps in surprise. “August, what are you doing?”
“Making sure my girl doesn’t forget how much I fucking want her.” I push her back to lay down on the desk before I quickly unbutton her jeans and pull them off. She wanted quick, so I don’t waste time undressing instead, I stay entirely clothed, only freeing my cock. Spreading her legs, I rest one on each shoulder before saying, “You wanted this baby. Just fucking remember that when you can’t breathe.” That’s all the warning I give her before I slam into her in one quick stroke. Her breath catches in her throat before her eyes roll back in her head. I haven’t given it to her rough yet, but when I see her hands slide down the desktop to grip the edge, I know she wants it that way. Pulling out, I repeat the action two more times, earning me deep throaty moans of intoxication. She’s loving it, I just wish she was fully naked, so I could watch her tits bounce every time I slam in deep.
“You’re such a fucking good girl. You take my cock however you can get it.” I could stare at the way her face contorts in sheer ecstasy from how I make her feel all day, but I swear she has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I can’t get enough of watching myself disappear inside her. I start pumping into her at a piston pace when she cries out, “Fuck yes, don’t stop.”
My eyes snap up to her face, and I find her watching me, which makes me go even harder. I want her to be sore. I want her thinking about me ringing out every last drop of pleasure from her body until I get to do it again. The problem is I’m a sucker for those eyes, and when I see they are dilated from pleasure and filled with love like they are right now, I’m a goner. I know it’s the same for her because I can feel her pussy starting to choke my cock. Bringing my thumb to her clit she immediately starts to climax, and I hold myself in deep, finding my own release. My stamina has gone to shit with this woman. Falling on top of her, I rest my head in the crook of her neck before saying, “Later, I want a do-over. You’re too fucking perfect, and I can’t last.” Her chest vibrates as a laugh escapes her lips. Her hand strokes up my back as she brings it to rest at the base of my neck, slowly running her fingers through my hair. I don’t know what it is about that simple action she does, but it melts me every time. It’s her way of comforting and loving me, and I can’t help but get drunk off it. As much as I want to stay like this forever, we must go. Pushing off of her, I kiss her quickly before saying, “Baby, we really do need to get going.”
Standing, I tuck myself back in and grab her jeans for her. Crossing the room, I pretend to busy myself with something in my file cabinet for two reasons. One, I want to give her privacy to straighten herself out, but two, I need to mentally prepare myself for the next tidbit of information I need to share with her. I hear her clear her throat and assume that must mean she’s done righting herself. When I turn around, she’s perfectly flushed with that just fucked glow, and she starts to nervously fidget under my gaze as I’ve noticed she always does.
Walking over, I pull her into my arms, kiss her forehead, and prepare myself for her reaction to my next words. "Baby, I don't want you to get upset, but I need to take you to Mason's place." Her body goes tense as she slowly pulls back to look at me like I'm crazy.
"Hear me out. I'm sure you want to see your mom and Elio, and I need to handle Ethan. I need to know you are safe while I'm out. If you don't want to go, I understand. I can make arrangements to bring them here. Guards already surround the house. I didn't think you would want to be locked up inside with one while I'm gone."
Pulling out of my embrace, she starts pacing the room.
"I want to make sure I understand my options clearly. I can either leave and be subjected to the torture of seeing Mason or stay and suffer in silence with some stranger. Thanks for the stellar options."
I close the distance between us and take her hand in mine. Slowly, I start to lazily draw circles on her palm in hopes of calming her nerves. Touching is something that seems to instantly calm both of us.
"I know this isn't ideal, but I have to leave. I need to try and corner Ethan before the feds arrest his dad. You can't be alone right now, so this is me trying to compromise. I'm making you pick between two shitty choices, I know, but it's all I've got right now, and we need to leave."
Closing her eyes, she gives her consent. "I'll go to Mason's."
I can tell it's the last thing she wants to do, but today I'm strong enough to know it's because she doesn't want to hurt him, not because she thinks she made the wrong choice. I kiss her lips quickly before pulling her with me toward the door. We need to hurry up and get to Mason's so I can get to the golf course.
Gianna
Eight
Onthewayoverto Mason's, August filled me in on everything that is going on today and how he plans to trap Ethan into confessing his plans for premeditated murder on tape. August seems to think if he can get him riled up enough, he'll admit to everything. It all sounds good in theory, but I'm not sure I believe that Ethan harbored enough hate to commit a murder or even set one up. I understand the adage of keeping your friends close and your enemies closer, but August's account of his transgressions sounds more like jealousy than anything genuinely scandalous. While I know drugging someone and holding them against their will is technically a crime, he didn’t hurt August. Hell, my own friends drugged me and took me out of the state. If anything, his theory proves we have questionable taste in friends.
I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't realize August has pulled up outside a condominium complex.
"Where are we?"
He gives me a surprised look and narrows his eyes at me in confusion.
"We're at Mason's."
I don't get a chance to respond before he exits the car to come around and open my door.
"There isn't much here. He moved in right before the accident."
That makes sense, I suppose. Mace mentioned moving out a while back, but I didn't realize he had a place already picked out. Staring up at the place, I'm reluctant to go in. Once I go in, I have to face my mom, Elio, and him. I'll have to own all my feelings instead of burying them down deep as I've always done. When I was in Florida, I decided I was turning a new leaf. I'm going to live for myself instead of bottling everything up and shutting people out. Letting people in doesn't mean they will hurt me. They can only hurt me if I give them the power to do so.
August must sense my hesitance because he pulls me into a hug, which immediately calms my inner dialogue. He holds me for a few long moments until I break the silence.
