Page 35 of Layne Closure Ahead

She stood up to walk away from him, but his hand curled around her wrist and tugged her back so she was standing between his legs while he sat there on his stool. Joey’s other hand came up to hold onto her chin so she could stare at him while he spoke calmly to her. “What did I just tell you? That twisted motherfucker is not going to lay a goddamn hand on you.”

Attempting to refrain from rolling her eyes at him she shook her head in disbelief. “What makes you so sure of that?” Her eyes searched his face for any hint that he had a miracle stored away.

“Because, Layney, you’re mine and I’m not sharing. Now, sit your pretty ass down so I can tell you what I need to say.”

“And if I don’t?” She was being a challenging pain in the ass, but she didn’t give a damn as her words began to come out hot. He had signed up for this the moment he stepped foot back inside her house asking for a favor. “Are you going to come at me again like you did when you told me that I should stop taking pills? They’re the only thing that is keeping me fuckin’ sane right now as I deal with all of this bullshit. If I’m not dealing with Liam’s unhinged ass, it’s Eric, or you, or maybe the fact that I have to worry about getting shot at in public on any given day. You haven’t been around for the past year, so news flash, people change and I’m doing what I can to cope.”

Joey’s gaze darkened as Layne indirectly admitted that her coping mechanism of using pills hadn’t ceased. He stood up to his full six-foot-two height towering over her. “Give me a reason to remind you that I don’t ask twice.”

Maybe it was the whiskey, or maybe it was the mounting pressures she was dealing with, but she straightened up, not willing to back down this time. “You talk a big game.”

He nodded as he considered her response. Joey’s hand came up along the back of her neck until he had a handful of her hair in his grasp. He tilted her head back so that she was looking up at him. “Suit yourself.” He spun her around until she was bent over the top of the counter.

Stepping up behind her, he sealed his hips up against her ass. Even through the thick jeans, she could feel the swell of his cock begging to be freed. Leaning over and whispering into her ear, “We’re going to have this conversation whether you want to be my good girl or not.”

The next thing Layne felt after he took a step back was the sharp sting of his palm landing on her ass. It was his way of ensuring he had her undivided attention. It elicited a sudden squeak from her, and when she tried to stand back up straight, his hand slid down from her hair and firmly pressed between her shoulder blades so she remained bent over the counter for him.

He continued to explain himself to her. “As I was trying to tell you, I had no intention of taking out two of Ellis’ men. They were unfortunate but required casualties. If I hadn’t indisposed them, you and I both wouldn’t be here right now.”

She pushed back against his hand but he kept her pinned there. “That still doesn’t make up for?—”

Joey’s hand came smacking back down onto the same spot on her ass, this time a little more vigorously. “I’m not done yet.”

His hand reached around and tugged hard enough on the button of her jeans that it popped off entirely. It caused the sound of a light dink against the floor when it landed and rolled away. Joey made quick work of her zipper before he shoved the jeans down over her ass, exposing the bare flesh of her cheeks and the thin strip of material between them. A light flush of pink on the one side from where his hand had made contact twice already.

Layne wiggled underneath his hold. Her teeth pressed into her lower lip finding herself getting heated at her center despite wanting to take her anger out on him. She then parted her lips to say something and before any sound came out, Joey cleared his throat as both a warning and a reminder.

“Now, about last night. There was a small snag in what I was able to get my hands on and I’m going to need your help to get it.” He dragged his hand down along her spine to join his other hand as they both slid down over the curve of her exposed rear until they settled between her legs. He applied pressure, spreading them open at his command.

He continued talking while his fingers toyed with the narrow and stretchy material of her thong. He ran two fingers along the soft material up to the waistline and down all the way to its midpoint where he felt her arousal dampening the underwear. “However, before we get to that,” he gave a tug on the strip of fabric allowing it to tug against the more intimate parts of her, “I’m laying down my rules.”

Layne felt his fingers so close to her body which was already begging him to explore further. Her eyes looked back at him, while her hips pressed into his touch hoping to get more of his attention.

He pulled on the back of her thong before releasing it to lightly smack against her skin. It was followed by the sound of his belt coming undone and the zipper of his jeans sliding down.

When he leaned over, his hard cock teasingly pushed between her thighs. Joey placed one hand on either side of her bent-over body on the countertop and leaned against her back close enough that his breath wisped at the skin on the back of her neck. “Rule one,” he rolled his hips so that his length rubbed against her. “No running. I don’t care how hard things get. If you run away this time, I will hunt you down and drag you back a thousand times over until you realize I’m all in and I’m not going anywhere.”

Layne swallowed hard, whimpering at the sensation of the heat of his body so close but not giving her the touch she wanted. The pace of her breathing ticked up a notch.

“Two,” he slid his hands down over her arms until they rested on her wrists putting pressure on her hands to stay where they were. “No more damn pills. If you want an escape, I will fuckin’ worship your body in every way I know how until you can’t even find it in you to scream out to God anymore.”

She pressed her lips together, squirming underneath him at the discomfort of his second demand to knock off her reliance on the prescription drug to wash away her stress.

He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. The sensation seemed to draw away her anxieties for a brief moment. “Finally, my favorite, rule three.” He paused and smirked down at her. “No more of these.” His hand traveled down to the side of her hip, his hand wrapped around the waist of her thong and forcefully tugged. The material easily gave away under the sudden onset of force.

Layne gave a light gasp followed by an excited smile.

He dropped the now useless article of clothing to the floor. “Any questions?”

She pushed her hips back against his thick length. “When does all the worshipping begin?”

He grinned already knowing by the feel of the warmth of her soaked pussy rubbing over him that she was very much looking forward to being taken. For added measure, he rubbed his aching cock against her slit. Her arousal left a sheen of desire along the top of his shaft. “If you had been a good girl, I’d already have you riding my dick.”

He pulled back and tucked himself back into his pants despite the way he wanted to get another hit from his addiction to her body. “Since you wanted to mouth off, you’re going to have to wait.”

As he pulled away from her, her body’s anticipatory tension tanked. Every part of her felt lit up like a firework about to be launched toward space, only to have the fuse fail before the fun could even begin. At first, she frowned in frustrated disappointment, then she furrowed her eyebrows at him for leading her on. “You can’t be serious.”

With a sigh, she tugged her jeans back up, only zipping them since the button suffered a glorious end to its functionality.

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