Page 27 of Spiteful Heart

She backed up until her spine hit the wall near the door, her mouth finding mine once more. When it came to Lola, I could always find time to be with her. I didn’t stop her from pulling my cock out, though I did moan into the kiss when she began to stroke my length.

As it hardened in her hand, she whispered out, “There’s my one-eyed snake. I’ve missed the guy.”

I rolled my eyes; as if we didn’t live together. As if we didn’t see each other every single day—and fuck that often, too. I said nothing, though, because soon after getting me rock-hard, she pulled down her leggings, kicking them off.

I grabbed hold of her thighs, holding her up as she spread her legs around my midsection, and then… then with little guidance, my cock pushed into her, and I fucked her against the wall like she wanted me to.

Her head fell back, a pleasure-filled sigh escaping her lips as I pounded into her. My length could fill her up and then some, a snake indeed, and with each thrust of my hips, I knew we edged closer to a release that would dominate us both.

“Oh, yeah,” Lola purred out, her arms hooking around my neck. “You know how to treat a lady, Viper. You feel so good.” Her eyes were closed, completely lost to the bliss that only came with letting go.

I could say not a word in response, too focused on keeping the fast, jarring pace with my hips. Maybe I waxed poetically before, but now… now I had a single goal in mind, and that was exploding inside her, filling up her body with my cum, and staining those leggings that she’d surely yank on after this.

Her body was a perfect fit for me. Every part of her. Her cunt wrapped around my cock tight and snug. Her arms perfectly locked around my head. Her slender body arched against the wall, accepting of each and every pump from me. We worked together in unison on opposite ends, me giving, her receiving.

Neither of us lasted particularly long, and we came damn near the same time. She cried out when the orgasm hit her, and I could feel her inner core clamping down harder around me, her muscles tensing up as the pleasure hit her.

My own orgasm exploded within me shortly after that, my body lurching forward, slamming her against the wall harder as my cock spewed its seed inside of her. I moaned out a growl, slowing to a halt after I’d emptied myself. I didn’t want to move.

But, alas, we could not stay here. My brother was waiting for me to relieve him, and I guess Lola was coming with me.

So, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I helped Lola’s legs down and pulled myself out of her. I ignored the glistening of my cock as I stuffed myself back into my pants and zipped up. While I buckled my belt, I watched Lola slip on her leggings once again.

“There,” she said, straightening herself out. “A quickie. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, onto the stalking!” She turned and skipped out of the room, and as I trailed after her, I wondered if we were making a mistake, if me allowing Lola to come with me was a bad move, if leaving Harvey to his own devices tonight was wrong.

Well, we had tracking, so I’d be able to see where his car was regardless, though I couldn’t tell Lola that.

Mike was parked in the alley just outside the parking garage where Harvey kept his car, and when he saw me pull up, he waved at me. And then he saw I wasn’t alone in the car, that a pretty blond sat beside me, and his expression morphed into a scowl. He shook his head, and when we pulled up to him, he rolled down his window.

Our cars faced the opposite direction; once he was gone, I’d have to turn around, but it let me roll down my window and speak with him.

My brother wasn’t a talkative guy. When words weren’t necessary, he didn’t speak. He was the opposite of Harvey; he didn’t need to fill all of the silence in his life with his own voice. Because of that, I’d learned to read his facial expressions pretty well.

Right now, for instance, he was giving me a look that said,What the fuck, Viper?

“Lola wanted to come with me tonight,” I said, shrugging.

Still, Mike looked at me like I was nuts. I probably was, for letting her come with me, but who was I to argue with her? Besides, her idea did make sense. Harvey knew Sylvester and Maddox were gone; she’d probably told him—not to see if she could draw him out, but so she could finally prove Sylvester wrong and show that our killer wasn’t Bianca DeLuca’s awkward ex-driver.

Mike didn’t say anything. He simply drove off, leaving us without saying a single word, though, like I’d said, his expression said enough.

I got the car into position, turned her off, and we waited. We waited until four in the afternoon, and then we waited some more. It was a whole lot of waiting; you could go crazy if you weren’t careful. You also couldn’t stare at your phone the whole time, mindlessly scrolling whatever social media site you wanted. You had to pay attention, otherwise there was no point in you being there in the first place. Hence why it was so boring.

Lola checked her phone. “This is odd. That movie he mentioned seeing is just under three hours long—” When I gave her an incredulous look, she laughed. “Dude, I know. Three hours for any movie is fucking insane. But the point is, he should be leaving anytime now if he’s going to pick her up. If he’s meeting her there, then I guess he’s got some time still.”

I didn’t say anything. We’d wait longer before we jumped to any conclusions—and that’s exactly what we did. We waited another thirty-five minutes.

“The movie’s already started,” she said. “We’re sure he’s in there? We’re sure he hasn’t left yet? Mike didn’t see him go?”

I shook my head. “No, he would’ve said something.” Just to be sure, though, I did text Mike… and then when Lola wasn’t looking in my direction, I checked the tracker on his car. It said it was still in the parking garage, untouched.

“I’m going to text him and tell him I hope he has fun on his date,” Lola said, her head turned down to do just that, her fingers working on overdrive as she punched in the text. She bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowing.

When her phone buzzed, I asked, “What’d he say?”

“All he said was thank you.” She set her phone on her lap and looked at me. “Let’s go to the movie theater—maybe Giulia is waiting for him outside?”

I didn’t turn the car on right away. I stared at her, waiting a moment before asking, “Are you sure you want to do this, Lola? Are you sure you want to leave him be tonight?” If we left now… well, we could always come back, but I had the feeling we wouldn’t.

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