Page 5 of Ruckus

“Don’t be fuckin’ sorry. It’s cute.” I smile back at her, and like I just flipped a switch, that feisty girl returns to the fuckin’ room.

“Don’t patronize me.” She stands up on her feet and shoves me hard in the shoulder in an attempt to push me away. “I bet you're loving this.” She shakes her head and laughs bitterly, gripping at her own hair and moaning in frustration as she ducks past me and starts pacing the floor.

“Loving this? You think I love the fact that you invited a fuckin’ stranger up to your room tonight to fuck you? Tell me what was special about him!” I yell at her. “C’mon, I wanna know. What was so fuckin’ special about that scrawny little stunt boy, that had you wanting to give him something you’ve been saving for all this time?” I question her.

“Oh my God… You're jealous.” She stops pacing and pins me with her eyes.

“Trust me, darlin’, I ain’t fuckin’ jealous. Just curious.” I laugh at her suggestion.

“Don’t lie. I can see it. You’re wounded.”

“Wounded…? Are you kiddin’ me? I was doing what any loyal brother would do for his best friend. Those guys…”

“By putting your cock in his baby sister's mouth?” she interrupts me, reminding me of what a shit person I am and how good it felt all at once. I feel my nostrils flare as I take a long, steady breath.

“This is all just a big fuckin’ game to you, ain’t it?” I come back at her, feeling my irritation multiply. “I see the way you look at me, Freya. I know how desperate you are for me to notice you. Tonight, I gave in to temptation. I fucked up. Do you realize that putting my cock in this mouth…” I grip her jaw and squeeze her cheeks together… Damn it makes me want to slide between her lips all over again. “…could have just cost me my fuckin’ life?” I shake my head and release my hold, turning my back on her and gathering up my shit.

“Was it worth it?” she asks so calm and casually that it forces me to turn around. I see her wearing a sassy little smile, andhave to try really hard not to smirk myself. The last thing this girl needs is encouragement.

“Trust me, I won’t make that mistake again.” I buckle up my belt and pick up my weapons, and before I can make it to the door she races to stand in front of it.

“Don’t leave.” Suddenly she looks all scared and vulnerable again. I got the strongest urge to take her in my arms and hold her tight against me but I manage to resist it.

“There was nothing special about Drew… and I haven’t beensavingit.” Her eyes drop to the floor. “You really have no idea how hard it is to be me. Everyone knows who my dad is. There's not a man in Long Beach who would dare to look at me, let alone touch me.” It’s not until she says that out loud that I realize how much relief that gives me. “My dad’s not here, Drew’s just passing through. Just for tonight I wanted to be like every other girl my age.” Her fingernail slides across the waistline of my jeans and it has me questioning her fucking innocence when it makes my dick hard as steel again.

“Freya, you're gonna meet someone. Someone better than the guy you were gonna bring up here,” I assure her.

“What if I already know who I want and just can’t have him?” Her head starts leaning in toward mine like she’s going to kiss me, and although my mind is screaming at me to pull away and get gone. I don’t.

“Just one night, Ruckus,” she whispers against my lips. “Nobody would ever have to know. Just one night, then we can go back to hating each other.” I close my eyes and pray to Jesus when she slides her hand into my jeans and takes hold of my cock again.

“Fuck.” I slam my hand into the door behind her head as she drags me through her palm.

“Just one night, one time.” She presses her lips into mine, and I know that nothing, not even the love I got for my best friend, is gonna to stop what happens next.

I kiss Freya back, taking the hand she's jerking me off with and pinning it against the door.

“You sure?” I give her one last chance to back out, and the wicked smile she pulls as she nods has me pressing against her and letting her feel what she’s about to get.

“I don’t know how to be gentle, Freya, I’m not that kinda guy. There’s every chance I’m gonna hurt you,” I warn.

“I figured that when I was choking on you,” she tells me cleverly, and I take the bottom of that tight little T-shirt and rest it over her tits. Leaning down I kiss her tummy and glide my nose up over her skin, taking in her scent and tasting her at the same time.

She lifts the shirt off her head and tosses it behind me. Taking her lace covered tits in both my hands, I devour them with my mouth and push them tight together.

My cock is throbbing to be inside her, the thought of being the one to break her virgin pussy, knowing she’ll always be mine, even if I can never claim her, makes it hard to focus on anything else. But I’ve spent so many years wondering, that I need to explore her.

If I’m only gonna get one night I want it engraved into my memories as well as my conscience.

“Do you have… We’re gonna need protection.” Her voice halts me and when I look up she’s biting her lip, looking nervous.

“Rooms come fully stocked at this clubhouse.” I lift her off her feet and carry her over to the bed, placing her on the mattress and climbing over her body.

“You wanna lose these shorts, Princess.” When I tug at her waistband she lifts her hips.

“I hate it when you call me that,” she tells me as I drag them down to her ankles so she can kick them off.

“I know.” I smile at her before I kiss her again, then taking out my cock I let it rest against the bare skin on her thigh.

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