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“What exactly is it with you and my friend?”Her words didn’t sound like an accusation, but I knew it was.
There wasn’t much I could tell her that wouldn’t make me sound like a jealous asshole. It wasn’t that I cared that she was with the Knights, it was that I wasn’t with her too. It was that she didn’t have room in her life for me. It was that just by reading about her, looking at her picture, searching for her, stitched her into my brain.
Since I wasn’t sure what I could say, I just shook my head and poured more whiskey down my throat. It was smooth, only the good stuff for my friends. And it was fabulous to crack their booze to get drunk while they got to have Brooklyn in bed. I heard one of the guys cry out and I knew what that sound meant and I dropped my head into my hands.
“Well, you have it bad, don’t you? You thinking five isn’t a crowd?”Ash asked.
I shot her a dirty look, and all she did was laugh at me. I wasn’t sure who made the decision about five being a crowd, Brooklyn or the guys. Without even asking, I knew I’d kneel at her feet if that’s what she wanted. I did have it bad, whatever it was. Which was why I was sitting in the kitchen, torturing myself with her sounds of ecstasy, that I wasn’t party to.
Feeling as if I was lower than I needed to be over a woman, I carefully stood from the stool I had been sitting on. I started to walk out of the kitchen, but when another of her moans came to my ears, I turned and grabbed the whiskey bottle. I practically ran for the backdoor, to get back to the pool house, with Ash’s laughter echoing behind me.
Chapter
Fifty
Lyle
A knockat my hotel door had me pulling a gun from my duffel. I waited to see if the person was going to leave, but the knocking started again, more insistent. I growled, before stalking to the door with the gun pointing toward the entrance of my room. There were very few people who knew where I was hiding out, and none of them would be banging on my door.
With the gun pressed against the cheap wood, I hovered my eye over the peephole. When I saw who was on the other side, I cursed loudly.
“Lyle, open the damn door!”Missy’s grainy voice easily carried into the room.
I threw the lock and tossed the door open. Missy only had a second to look surprised, before I grabbed her by her arm and dragged her into the room. Slamming the door behind me, I locked the deadbolt again before turning and fixing Missy with a dirty look.
“Bitch, what are you confused by? Do you think I’m staying in this shit hotel for the hell of it? Using my name where everyone can hear you? How fucking stupid are you?”
Missy’s attitude slipped a notch as she understood the implication of my words. A flash of fear went across her eyes and that was the only time she didn’t seem like a complete dumb ass.
“Baby, I’m sorry. But do you have any idea where I’ve been the last four days?”Her voice wasn’t apologetic at all, and it was grating on my nerves already.
“I hadn’t thought about it,”I said.
Turning away from her, I flicked the safety on my gun and slipped it back into my duffel bag. Missy was stripping out of her clothes, and I raised my eyebrow at her.
“What happened to your face?”She asked, with a hand on her naked hip.
I lifted my hand to the bandage that covered the bite on my face. Fury rose in my gut as I thought about how Brooklyn had slipped from my grasp again. After I left her to get my face patched up, I was ready to come back and sink into her, whether she was awake or not. Instead, I almost drove into a sea of emergency lights, from cop cars, firetrucks and ambulances. Parking far enough away to not be seen, but to see what washappening, I was furious to see my guys being taken out on stretchers.
There was no Brooklyn, which told me she was already gone. I had screamed and pounded on the dash of my car so loudly, I caught the attention of the closest emergency worker. When I realized, I sped away and got myself lost in the city. I slept in my car the first night, then brought myself to this shit hole motel that I kept in mind for hiding out. Since then, I had been living on vending machine food and one order of Chinese I took the risk of going to pick up.
Looking at Missy, I tried to remember when I told her where I would hide out if things were to get hot. Apparently, I let it slip at some point, because here the bitch was. Just having her in my space was pissing me off. She didn’t wait for me to answer about my face before she stomped into the shower. A moment later, I heard the water come on.
“Baby, can you bring me a towel?”
I kicked my duffel. What the woman didn’t understand about keeping it down, I had no idea. I didn’t have any clean towels anyway, since I hadn’t answered the door when housekeeping knocked. Of course, there was no way of knowing how clean the linens were when you checked in. That was what came along with staying in a shit motel when hiding out.
I went to the bathroom and shoved the door open. Missy peered around the dingy shower curtain, looking for her towel. Her eyes widened, and I knew I looked as deranged on the outside as I was feeling on the inside. In my mind, I wasn’t seeing Missy. I was picturing a naked Brooklyn, tied down, at my mercy. Broken, bruised, she would have been ruined for anyone. But that wasn’t what happened.
Before Missy could react, I had my hands around her throat. She tried to dig her fingers under mine, but it was useless. Her fake nails scraped at my skin and I was amazed by her strength.I loosened my hold just enough so she could drag a breath in. I didn’t give her a chance to gather herself, instead I dragged her from the shower, one hand on her throat, the other gripping her hair.
When I got her into the bedroom, I tossed her onto the flimsy mattress, where she landed in a heap. She began to cough and sputter, but her back was to me. As she lifted herself up on her hands and knees, I could feel myself getting hard. But it wasn’t her that I wanted. It was Brooklyn and that had been stolen from me again.
I pushed my workout shorts down until I could free my dick. Without giving Missy a warning, I pushed her face into the mattress, but held her hips up with my other hand. I slammed my dick into her dry and she began to cry out. I yanked her head until I could muffle her screams into the mattress. It also helped that I could pretend she was whoever I wanted her to be.
Brooklyn should have been the one taking my dick. She should have remembered her place and given it up willingly. But instead, I knew she was back behind those walls, with those rich fuckers, thinking she was better than me. The bitch had no idea of the lengths I was willing to go to.
Despite Missy acting as if she didn’t want it, I could feel how wet she was becoming, and when she came, she tightened down on me and caused my orgasm to rush through my body. But before I spilled into her, I pulled out and painted her back with my cum. I let her go and Missy fell to the bed in a heap, her body heaving with tears.
I stared down at her, and a small sliver of pity stabbed through my mind. No matter what the woman did, she would never be who I wanted, who I deserved. Brooklyn’s face appeared in my mind again, and I gritted my teeth against the fury that coursed through my body. It was time to take the fight to the next level, and the rich assholes wouldn’t see me coming.
