Page 23 of Bedlam
“I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, Babygirl. It will always be you.” I confess, and her breathing hitches as a tearseeps from her eye. Wiping it away with my thumb, I kiss her soft lips again, but she pulls away before I could deepen it.
“No one has ever loved me, truly loved me, the way you three do, and I don’t want that to ever change. I love you with my whole heart, Spade. Always. You’re it for me.” She admits as tears stream down her face.
“Don’t cry, pretty girl. Let me make you cum while you watch the storm.” I smirk and she laughs.
“Please, Babyboy.” She says with a yelp as I lift her off the counter and throw her ass over my shoulder, taking us to the bedroom. The snacks can wait. I need to taste the girl I’m going to marry one day.
Tears dripping down my chin take me out of the memory as I sob for the girl I love, on the couch, all alone. “I don’t want to be in this world anymore without you, Babygirl. I need you. I need you so bad.” I yell into the empty house.
Standing, I grab the vase and haul it across the living room, letting it smash against the wall.Fuck.
Walking to the kitchen, I open the fridge, andopen the bottle of vodka, bringing it to my lips and taking a deep gulp, letting the cold liquid slide down my throat. I take a few more swigs before I cap it and put it back where I found it.
Wiping my tears, I go back to the living room, grind up some mary and roll another joint. The rumble of a bike has me stopping mid-roll.Fuck. I don’t need his bullshit tonight.
Finishing the roll, I light it up and take a deep hit, waiting for whoever it is to walk through the door. Leaning back, I take another hit as the front door opens and slams shut, quickly followed by the sound of heavy boots stomping into the living room. He walks in and stands in front of me, my eyes raking up his jeans to his tight white tee that shows off his muscles beforeroaming to his eyes that look murderous.Why must he be so fucking attractive, and why haven’t I noticed him before?
“Is there a reason why you’ve been ignoring me?” he asks, taking the joint from my fingers, bringing it to his mouth and taking a deep pull before blowing it back in my face.My dick twitches in my sweats from that alone. I need to either get it together, or go jerk off, because what the fuck?
“Why do you care? I’m just your dead sister's boyfriend, right? I aint shit.” I retort as he hands the joint back to me.
Sitting next to me he sighs, taking off his boots and kicking them to the side.
“Because I do.” He says, leaning his head back against the cushion next to me.
“I just need time man, I’m not ready to say goodbye to her and when I am, I’ll do it my way.” I say, turning to face him.
“That’s all you needed to say. I don’t like being ignored. It actually makes me homicidal.” He grunts and I laugh.
“Did you kill anyone to satiate your murderous ways?” I ask with a smirk as I pass the joint to him.
“I did, but it didn’t satisfy my anger, so here I am.” He laughs, taking a hit and once again, blowing it in my face.
“And by coming here, you thought what?” I inquire as he takes his shirt off, tossing it at me. I let it hit my bare chest and slide down my lap. Taking the joint back from him, I rip on it and place it in the ashtray on the coffee table, waiting for him to answer my question.
“You know what I wanted. Don’t play stupid with me. You think the other night meant nothing to me?” He asks, flipping the script.
“We were both drunk and vulnerable. I’m not stupid enough to think it meant anything more than what it was.” I answer truthfully, but he shakes his head.
“I think you’re a liar and you want me just as much as I want you.” He growls, standing up from the couch. I look up at him, eye fucking the shit out of his ripped body covered in tattoos as our eyes connect. Before I can answer, he straddles me, pulling my hair back and slamming his mouth to mine. I push him away, but he only pulls my hair tighter.
“I’m not gay, Ryder.” I spit and he smirks.
“You may think you’re not gay, but your hard dick pressing against my ass, is.” He groans.
“It’s anatomy.” I answer, not knowing what else to fucking say.
“Admit it. You’re attracted to me. Stop fighting it. You can still want dick and love pussy,” he assures me.Fuck. Goddamn it.
He doesn’t let me answer as he brings his lips back to mine and kisses me slowly. I moan, loving the way his tongue feels against mine as he bites my bottom lip, sucking it into his warm mouth. He tastes like weed and whiskey, and I want to ravish him. I moan again, pulling him closer to me as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues battle for dominance as our hands roam each other's bodies.Fuck, my dick aches to be touched.He pulls away, breathing heavily as I pant, wanting more.
“Wanna go upstairs?” He asks, and I nod.
“Words, Spade. Please.” He pleads as he climbs off my lap.
“Yes, my little biker bitch, let’s go upstairs.” I smirk, getting up off the couch, adjusting my hard cock as I follow him up the stairs.
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