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“Well, goddamn, Armory,” Troy says. “Coulda just said no.”

I ignore him. I’m fucking claiming her in front of this entire fucking bar. I don’t care. I’m not hiding shit from anyone. I like Ashland in a way I haven’t liked anyone before. I find her interesting. The words she says have meaning. My mom said she taught me something, and she did. She taught me how to live in the now.

“It’s past midnight,” Barnes announces with irritation. I don’t stop and neither does she.

“Get a fucking room,” Alexi yells at us.

Ashland finally presses her palms into my chest, but it’s not a shove.

“Koda." She looks up at me helplessly with eyes full of lust.

“Yeah, baby girl?”

“Bathroom.” She grabs my hand and drags me down the hallway, shoving open the door to the bathroom that was vacated in the midnight madness.

I kick the door closed behind me and slam her up against it. My hands run over her body. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

She lets out a strangled laugh. “Everyone does. Are you gonna fuck me or cry, Golden Boy?”

I rear my hand back and slap her. She moans, and her eyes light up. Fuck yes. I flip her over and yank her leggings down, smacking her ass. “Stop being such a goddamn brat.”

I unbutton my jeans, unable to keep my composure a second fucking longer. The moment my tip touches her wetness my eyes roll into the back of my head. Pre-cum is already dripping from me. I’m not gonna last long at fucking all. I’m too drunk to be embarrassed.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks.

“Fuck no,” I growl.

Ashland moans so loud when I enter her that I almost fucking finish.

I lean over her and put my mouth to her ear. “How do I feel, baby girl? Did the others feel like me?”

I wrap my hand around her throat, keeping her from speaking. I don’t want to know. I try to savor it. I really do. Her cheek is pressed against the door like the dirty slut she is.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come,” she whispers.

I slam into her so hard that her ass is turning red, and the door is smacking the doorframe. Her moans are high pitched, and it drives me that much harder. “Do it, slut. Come all over me.”

“Don’t come inside of me,” she manages to whine.

I grip her hair and yank her head back. “This is my pussy only. I told you this wasn’t over until I said it was. I let you have your fun, Ashland, but I’m not done. You know what to say to stop me.”

Between her impending orgasm and the fact that I’m not going to stop, she’s at war in her mind. I know she’s a cum slut. She’s my cum slut.

“Only one time,” she finally agrees.

“Yeah, just once,” I laugh at her. No fucking way.

I feel her tighten around me, and I swear it’s tighter than she has ever been before. She’s fucking wound up. We’re so loud that someone is beating on the door telling us to hurry up. Ashland pulses around me, and I finish. It feels like the first time I’ve ever come in my life.

Yeah, I’m an addict.

We’re both covered in sweat, and her face is flush. She shoves me away and pulls her leggings back up. She doesn’t even say anything before she leaves. I know she’s probably gone. I’ll even bet that she left this bar altogether, but that doesn’t matter. Ashland likes it when I take control, and that’s what I didn’t do that morning. I sure as fuck will do it now.

Spring

Chapter Nineteen

Ashland

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