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I cried out when I broke, doing as he demanded and coming all over his fingers and hand.
“That’s it. Put it in my palm,” he said as he coaxed my orgasm out.
I was still trying to catch my breath when he stuck a finger into my mouth. Then his tongue was in my mouth, sliding against my own and sharing my flavor as he groaned against my lips.
He had just begun to thrust against me, pushing me roughly against the brick wall with his solid hips and rock-hard cock, when Sadie came around the corner.
“Tori, are you okay back here?” she asked.
It was too dark for her to see us, but I pushed Koah to the side anyway. He moved back into the shadows as I stepped into the light.
“Yep. All good. I was just coming to return the key.”
“What the hell was taking you so long?”
“Sorry. I couldn’t figure out how to open the door at first,” I lied.
It was not that I was hiding Koah from Sadie. I wasn’t. But I didn’t know what Koah and I were doing, and I knew that would be the first thing Sadie would ask. Plus, I felt he was okay with keeping people in the dark about us. Whatever we were. That probably should have bothered me, but it didn’t. I didn’t want people to know our business.
I felt his fingers skim my arm as I stepped away from him, making me shiver.
I returned the key to the cashier and headed back to Sadie’s car. Just as we pulled away, I heard the scream of Koah’s engine headed in the opposite direction, and I smiled.
We were really doing this. Whatever it was. All I knew was Koah Saint made me feel alive again. He made me forget all the bad things while he replaced them with delicious things. I could hardly wait to return the favor the next time I saw him. He wanted a puddle in his palm, and I wanted one in mine.
18
Saint
WhatthefuckwasI doing? When I left Tori’s apartment the week before, I was relieved we had moved beyond our pasts. I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my chest in a way. I still had dark memories, but at least Tori no longer hated me for putting her father in prison.
However, I was angry with myself at the same time. It wasn’t wise to get involved with Tori. Sure, she was beautiful and fucking smart and had some magic juju over my cock, but I knew she deserved so much more than a drug-dealing biker. She came from a good place, and she needed to return there. I would pull her deeper into the black if we got involved. I didn’t want that.
But it seemed every time I was near her, I needed to touch her—taste her. I was addicted to the way she made me feel. With her, I wasn’t the sick fuck who couldn’t get it up. I was a beast raging just below the skin of my human form. I was stiff and ready—dripping from my tip with need. I wasn’t a scared little boy. I was a man. It was a powerful feeling.
It started the night she blew me, and I got my first taste of her. Except for the night she found my secret and we talked, it has always been that way. The night at The Strip was no exception. She was across the way, smiling with her friend and drinking a soda, and I didn’t know if it was the adrenaline of the night, the drugs, or the alcohol, but all I could think about was going up to her, dropping to my knees, and sucking on her sweet pussy.
I would have done it if Joker hadn’t been there. I wasn’t ready to tell him everything. I wasn’t prepared to be stuck between my best friend and the woman I needed to protect. I would tell him things were cool with Tori at some point, but not yet.
Something happened inside me when I looked over and saw that she had left. I was loose with oxy and liquor swimming through my veins, and I was somehow angry that she had left without even a word my way. I was confused. I wanted her attention, but I also didn’t, for Joker’s sake. I was a fucking mess.
I left and started toward her apartment, and the cool night air against my humid skin had put my sensations on alert. I snapped when I saw her walking into the darkness beside the gas station, begging to be accosted.
That was how I found myself with my fingers in her soaking wet slit. That was how I found myself ready to yank her jeans down and relieve myself inside her. Her friend coming around the building and stopping us was for the best. And when I woke sober and still smelling of her sweetness the following day, I was glad her friend had stopped us.
Tori deserved better. I wasn’t better. I was worse. This meant no matter how badly I craved her and the way she made my cock work, I would keep it casual. I didn’t want her out of my life completely, but I had nothing more than friendship to offer Tori. It was what was right.
19
Tori
Thedaywasslow.I only had seven tables in my four hours at work, and I knew my tips would be shit. I had four more hours to work before I could clock out and catch the bus home.
I leaned on the counter with my chin resting in my palm, watching cars pass our empty parking lot. I kept returning to the night beside the gas station and how Koah had manhandled me. I should have hated it. With anyone else, I would have, but it was different with him. I liked it when he took control. I especially liked it when he talked dirty to me.
“This day sucks,” Brenda, the first-shift cook, said. Sitting on a stool before the fryer, she played on her phone.
Days like this made me wish I had a phone to play on and pass the time.
