Page 35 of Pawn

Knocking my drink back, I head to the bar and pour up another. I’m listening for sounds from the bathroom, wondering what the fuck she’s doing in there.

She’s hiding from me again and I’m getting sick of it. She wanted space and I gave her that but I’m not letting her spew that shit about us not belonging together.

Enough is enough.

She’s mine.

The water runs in the bathroom while I take the bottle to the dome, working up some liquid courage. This cocky attitude is fuelled by something, and that’s mostly scotch.

Allie must be dead tired because she’s splayed across the couch, phone on her chest like it’s her life support. Lea’s likely passed out in the same way. I’m happy they’re finally owning up to whatever it is they have and I wish we could do the same.

It’s been ten minutes and she’s still not out. Time’s up, Medusa. I’m owning this too. No more hiding. No more bullshit.

It’s me and you.

Walking to the bathroom, I lean an ear against the door.

Silence.

My eyes land on my scar, my heart beating faster. “J—”

She opens the door at the same time, her eyes blurry, cheeks red. Jo never does a good job at clearing her face from tears. She thinks she doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve and while she’s strong, she does. When Jo looks up at me with those catty eyes, that helpless look, her brows knit. I know that sass is coming but I do what I should’ve done earlier.

My palms against her cheeks, I pull her close, placing those lips where they belong. On me. My whole body goes numb when our lips press together and she doesn’t fight it, that soft sigh coming from her mouth.

“I meant what I said, Jo,” I say between our kisses, her arms wrapping around me with a hold I can never get enough of. It’s tight, strong and it’s hard not to push my hardening shaft against her.

She pauses, her eyes locking with mine and that’s all it takes for me to push her back into the tiny room. Locking the door behind me, Allie’s SOL if she needs to use it. I’m doing her a favour and keeping this party locked in here.

Jo tastes like bourbon and sweet vanilla when her tongue moves over mine. She’s always been a contradiction to her words but putting up a fight only makes me want her more.

“Why don’t you admit it, Rowland?” Turning her around so she faces the sink, she pokes that plump ass out to me. Pulling on her hair gets her to moan, it always does, my hand pushing into the band of her joggers. “You want this as much as I do.”

When I find her folds, pushing her panties to the side with my cold fingers, she’s already soaked. That makes me growl, pulling her pants down and pushing her head against the mirror, her pretty fucking face in my view while that ass sticks out for me.

“Say it,” she says, my fingers inches from her slit.

Teasing her entrance with the two tips of my fingers I ask, “Say what?”

When she looks back at me, the urge to kiss her is overwhelming. I need to feel her entire body on me starting with her pussy. “Don’t play dumb, King.”

Fuck. My cock throbs when she calls me the royalty I am and now I know she’s no longer playing fair. Good, neither do I. Pushing my fingers into her, wet and warm, she bites her lip and reaches back, grabbing my wrist. “Say it.”

“You want me to stop?” Curling my fingers I’m looking for that spot and when her eyes widen I know I’ve found it. She lets me pump into her, her grip on the sink. “That’s what I thought.”

Pushing her ass hard against me, it pushes me back out of surprise, my drenched fingers sliding out. She turns around, stepping out of her joggers before she drops to her knees. My bulge threatens to break through the fabric, her face by my cock damn near making me weak.

“You want this to be real?” she asks, warm breath on my cock as she pinches my joggers, yanking them down with my boxers. “Say what you said to me on the phone.”

My back against the door, my hard cock sways at her face when she gets it free. It points right at her mouth and I’m inching closer, remembering how she works that tongue.

“Say what you said when you thought you were gonna die.” Jo sticks her tongue through her teeth, looking up at me from her knees. “When you thought you’d never see me again.” She’s so close to it, but every time I move an inch, she moves back. “Did you say it when you were on that ledge? Did you say those three words?”

“I—shit.” She flicks her tongue against the tip and it makes me pause. If I were to speak right now she’d hear the quiver in my voice. It doesn’t help when she slides her tongue along the vein on my shaft. Lightning fires up my core, abs twitching. “Fuck, Jo. Just suck my cock if you’re gonna be down there.”

“Say it,” she demands. “Say what you thought when your aunt was gonna drive a bullet through your head. What you felt when she almost pushed me off that rail.”

This is the most morbid foreplay I’ve ever had and this is exactly why I fucking lo—

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