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“You did what?” Sutton screeches as I place the bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass in front of them before heading back down the bar.
My cock hardens as the need to remind her of what it feels like to have a cock between her lower lips overwhelms me.
“It seems you might have a little problem.” Nolan stifles his laugh with a cough, and I punch him hard in the stomach as the feeling of her eyes tracking my movement crawls up my spine.
“There’s nothing little about it.” I scoff before forcing thoughts of her out of my mind and heading into the back room to calm down.
I try to concentrate on anything other than how good it would feel to be balls deep inside Marissa right now. Hearing her scream my name in ecstasy, letting every motherfucker know who she belongs to, but it’s not working.Dead kittens, Grandma in a bikini… Nothing is working!Unable to resist the urge any longer, I palm my cock through my jeans, groaning at the delicious pressure. Unbuttoning my jeans, I reach inside and pull out my cock. My pre-cum is already dripping down my shaft. I groan as I use it as a lubricant, pumping my hand up and down my shaft a few times, hoping to relieve some pressure.
It doesn’t take long for images of Marissa, laid out on the bed, her fingers sliding between her lower lips as she pumps in and out quickly, to flood my brain.
“I can’t wait to be buried inside you,” I whisper as if she can hear me, gripping my cock tighter.
“Can you feel me? How tight my pussy is, squeezing your cock as I ride you?”
I pump in time with the sounds of her moans echoing in my mind. She pumps her fingers in and out faster, lifting her hips to match each downward movement of my hand. My balls tighten as I’m nearing my release.
“Yes,” I groan, trying to keep my voice down as my release vibrates through me. Hot white streams of cum shoot all over the floor as I squeeze the last remnants from my cock. Breathing heavily, I tuck myself back into my pants, zip up, and clean up my mess on the floor before collapsing onto the pile of crates, trying to make sense of what I just did.
I usually have better control over myself than this, but my obsession with Marissa is now out of control. And I’m powerless to stop it. Fuck, I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of madness, going out of my mind with the need to claim her. I want every part of her to belong to me. To be the only man she will ever think about for the rest of her life. The only way to ensure that happens is to show her how amazing we can be together. That I’d never hurt her but cherish her and treat her like a queen from now until eternity, if only she’d give me a chance.
Nolan was right. I’m not a coward. If Marissa doesn’t want to spend another night with me, I’ll have to convince her. There’s something between us, a soul-deep connection that we’re powerless to control, but she’s been hurt before. I need to prove to her I’m worthy of her love to ensure there’s any chance of us spending more than just that one night together.
With a renewed sense of purpose, I stride out of the back room, nearly knocking Nolan over. “Where’s the fire?” he questions before our eyes lock.
We stand there in silence for a few moments before a bright smile crosses his face. “Go get her, tiger.”
I chuckle as I continue in their direction, once again catching the tail end of Sutton and Marissa’s conversation.
“Was it good at least?” Sutton questions as my eyes instantly focus on Marissa.
I hold my breath, waiting for her to answer her sister’s question. I can feel the strength of our connection deep in my soul, but it could all be in my head, the desire to have a shot at a relationship with Marissa after all these years overriding all my other senses.
“The best,” she responds softly, a soft smile crossing her face. “Too bad I can’t decide if I want to shoot him, arrest him, or fuck him again.”
I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding before stepping close to the pair. “I’m game. Just not in that order. There are laws against that type of thing.”
“You’re in so much trouble.” Sutton giggles, wobbling slightly on the chair before taking another healthy pull from her glass.
“Is everything okay here?” I question, noticing for the first time how unstable she is. My eyes flick toward the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the bar. Marissa seems to be the picture of sobriety, sitting upright on the bar stool, her eyes focused on her sister.
“No. Not at all.” She hiccups, using the bar to turn her body toward me.
“And why’s that?”
“Her fiancé cheated on her,” Marissa chimes in from beside her before Sutton wails loudly.
“On my 800 thread-count sheets!”
“Is that the only thing you care about?” Marissa responds before shaking her head at Sutton. “Face it, you don’t love him. Maybe you never did. You just loved the idea of being with him.”
Sutton sinks in on herself, taking her sister’s words to heart. Not wanting to let Sutton spiral, I speak up, trying to keep her mind on the conversation and not on the reminder of what has happened to her.
“I don’t understand why you’re so upset. He sounds like a piece of shit for cheating on you.”
“You wouldn’t understand, Finn. You think with the brain between your legs and not the one between your ears.”
I chuckle humorously. “Trust me, if I thought with that brain all the time, I’d have your sister bent over the bar right now instead of helping you with your life problems.”
