Page 54 of Free Fall

“Anything for you,” I said, releasing him that instant with a flourish and a shove to the floor.

She gawped at me, her mouth hanging open as I stood, letting the security guards manhandle me, smirking and wiggling my eyebrows.

“We’re going to have to ask you all to leave,” the staff member said, holding out Zelda’s bag. I laughed when Zelda scowled at her, snatching the bag with a rough grab and turning on her heel to march away, not looking at me as she did.

When she reached our crush of bodies, she paused, peered down at Brendan. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, looked like she wanted to say more, but didn’t, leaving the tension of the room with hurried steps, murmuring to herself.

Brendan, the bastard, climbed to his feet and fell into rushed conversation with one of the guards, shaking his head and looking distressed. Aw, had I taken away his fun little kink space? Fucker.

With threats of prosecution if I came back, and a stern word from the staff member that meant nothing to me, I was thrown from their salacious venue, cursing the very vagina they fell out of.

I felt barbaric. A caveman-like urge sinking over me that still lingered since Cole told me where she was going to be. It was all over. I'd had enough of waiting.

And now she was trying to escape again, running from this charming establishment without a backwards glance. They could kick me out all they liked. I was in a damn rush, anyway.

The bright sun hit my eyes as I pushed out of the building, spotting her right away as she dove into her car and slammed the door shut. I grinned. She looked back in horror as I charged for her.

She panicked, floundered, failed to even get her key in the ignition in the handful of steps it took me to reach her rust bucket and climb into the passenger seat.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she shrieked, whirling her body around to confront me. Seeing her close up after so long made me realize how much she’d changed. She had a piercing through her nose now, and her face looked fuller, softer. Her eyes were just as fierce, and the fury reigning behind them was something that would squash a lesser man. It only made my balls ache.

The urge to make a joke, to make light of the situation, or to demand an explanation and control her, clawed at me, but I forced it down. I wasn’t fucking this up. “You were going to fuck him.” Well, shit.

Her mouth opened in shock, and it looked like she was cranking up to explode on me, her lips opening and shutting, her breath held as she no doubt ran through various scenarios, insults. I loved watching it build in her, knew that whatever curses rolled through her mind would be creative. I bit my lip to suppress a smile. Shit, I’d missed her.

She settled on socking me across the jaw with her fist.

“Fuck!” she shouted, shaking her hand while I moved my head back to stare at her, the sting of her punch hardly registering, and a wicked grin stretching my cheeks. “You and your stupid big skull. Get out of my life.”

“No.”

“Why now?” she asked. “Huh? Why? When I’m finally getting everything on track? Like last time, you just had to come and mess it all up for me. Is that what you want? You want me miserable like you? Hiding in the shadows, sneaking around and letting you ruin me whenever you feel like it? Well, I’m not having it again.” She sucked in a deep breath. “I want you to get out of my car. Out of my life.”

My hand flew to her chin, and I forced her to look at me, squeezing her lips and cheeks together, shaking her face from side to side to loosen her up. She was too tense. I moved close to her, our noses almost brushing. She didn’t fight me. Tears wet her eyes as she let me into her space.

“I know you,” I said, running my nose against hers, letting our lips almost brush. She shivered. “You’re fucking horny after that. You always were inappropriate like that. It’s why you wanted me, isn’t it? The thrill got you off.”

“Stop,” she muttered, her eyelashes fluttering, her throat gulping. I had her. “We’re not doing things like this again. I left because you’re so fucking cold, selfish. Don’t do it, Luca. Please.”

“Spread your legs. Prove to me you aren’t desperate for it now.”

She shook her head, shifting in her seat, pressing her thighs together with a gulp. I released my grip on her and leaned back on the door, my head resting on one hand as I studied her. She was denying me, refusing me entry into her body. I was going about this all wrong. My jaw ached, but it wasn’t bad at all. It wouldn’t even bruise. Maybe it would be better if it was, if she could see me wearing a sign of her anger.

“Prove it, Zelda,” I pushed on, ignoring the ache telling me to stop, the way her expression flickered with anguish.

She scowled and released a slow breath. “Iamwet, Luca.” Her voice was distant. “But not for you. It’s for that sexy god of a man you had on the ground. Oh, the things he was going to do to me, you wouldn’t believe… I’ve never been fucked so good in my life, forgot who you even were, to be honest.”

My hand returned to her hair in a flash, my other shoving between her legs. It was awkward in her tiny car, but I didn’t care. Even as my shoulder hit the windshield and my foot kicked the door.

Zelda’s scrambled back, and I scraped up her skin, leaving marks as I forced my way up. I found her panties soaked through, and shoved them aside, burying two fingers straight inside her hot hole.

She shivered and yelped at the intrusion, letting loose a guttural groan when I curled my fingers. “This is for him?” I asked against her ear, biting at her lobe. “All this for that fucker?”

“Y-yes,” she lied.

“Well, look at him then. Watch him while I make you come. He’s leaving the club.” I nodded my head toward the entrance. We were tucked away here, probably hidden by the shade of the tree she’d parked under, but if he looked at just the right angle, he’d catch us. This wasn’t a distant corner of the parking lot. The entrance was right there.

Zelda gulped, watching him stand a few steps away, scrolling through his phone, as I slipped a third finger inside her, grinding my palm against her clit and licking at her neck. “Tell me what he’s doing. Is he looking?”

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