Page 12 of Sloth

“Yes.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair, rippingher head back and smacking a hard peck on her lips. “I do. But do I give ashit?” I bit her bottom lip. “Nope. Not at fucking all.”

That night had ended up in a blur of naked bodyparts, muttered cries of pleasure, and things I had never done with anotherwoman.

“God, Arlo. Please make me come.” Her body slammedup and down my cock. Her pussy gripped me tight. She shook in my arms, and Icouldn’t get over how fucking amazing she felt.

Reaching between us, I started strumming herclit.

She jumped, a low whine leaving her. Herbreathing picked up, sounds of pleasure left her. She chanted my name over andover until a loud scream left her lips.

I took that as my chance, cupped the back of herhead, and crushed my mouth to hers. Swallowing the rest of her screams, Ithrust up and up until my own release followed.

Ginny broke the kiss, leaning her foreheadagainst mine and letting out a soft sigh. “Thank you for that.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bunny.” I tapped herhip, hinting for her to get off of me since we had things to do. The firstbeing to make sure she was safe.

“What now?” As soon as that question left hermouth, a bang erupted through part of the house. It shook the foundation.

“What the hell?” I gently pushed her back,jumping to my feet. “Get dressed,” I demanded, leaving the tub and dryingmyself off.

“Arlo, if they destroy my dad’s house, I willkill them. I’ll fucking kill them all.”

“Get dressed, Ginny,” I said, not bothering torespond to her comment because there would be no point. She was going to dowhatever it was she wanted, whether I said something or not.

“Arlo.” She grabbed my arm, stopping me fromslipping my shirt on over my head. “I mean it.”

I looked at her then. Truly looked at her. Therewas a hardness in her eyes. It was because of her father, me, the other men inthis fucked up world. That hardness was there because of us. No wonder she didn’twant to truly commit to me. I had already done so much for her, to her, againsther. I had loved her from the moment I met her when she was just a young girland that love turned into more than just her being like family. That lovebecame an obsession and now that we were older, I was in fact, in love withher. She knew it too but never acted on it. She used me when she saw fit. Shewould come over, break into my house, slip into my bed, and take whatever itwas she wanted from me before leaving and heading back to her father’s place.

“We’re not talking about this now,” I told her,my voice curt. “But once this is all said and done and if both of us survivethis mess, you are coming home with me and that’s the end of the discussion.”

She opened her mouth to argue but before anywords could leave her lips, I grabbed hold of her chin. A soft squeak left her,the sound sending a ripple of pleasure along every vein in my cock.

“Ipromise you that if you so much as even think to argue with me, you will regretit.” I didn’t want to threaten her, but I had enough. Especially now that Iwasn’t sure if we would actually make it through this night or not.

-Ginny-

Arlo was pissed. Couldn’tsay I blamed him really. He had been theonly man I had ever been with, but I still couldn’t truly commit. Not to him. Hell,not even to myself. Ever since I lost my dad, something inside of me changed. Iwas lost without him. It was like as soon as he died, a part of me died withhim and I didn’t know how to find that part again. Or even replace it withsomething else. It was frustrating because I truly did want to be with Arlo. Idid. But I was scared to do so.

“Getdressed,” Arlo demanded again, pulling me from my thoughts.

Inodded, dried off, and left the bathroom in search of clothes to wear. I didn’tknow what part of the house the explosion had come from but with it being alarge compound, it didn’t affect my bedroom. I wondered if that was the point.

Somethingoutside of the room, caught my attention.

Arloand I looked at each other. He brought his index finger up to his lips,indicating for me to be quiet.

Insteadof getting dressed, I moved to the closet and grabbed a rifle from the displayof weaponry my dad had built for me years before. Most girls got their driver’slicense at the age of sixteen. While I got that too, I also got a wall of guns,grenades, and knives. The knives were my favorite. The handles were alldifferent colors, but I used the pink ones the most.

Ipeeked my head out of the closet. Arlo was looking my way, so he didn’t see thebedroom door opening. Before I could think twice on it, I pulled the trigger.Two shots rang out and I was thankful that the silencer was already attached.

Arlo’shead whipped around. “Fuck.”

Theman in the doorway dropped.

“Andthis is why I told you to get dressed,” Arlo snapped. “You’re fuckingdistracting when you’re naked.”

Irolled my eyes, placed the gun on the shelf, and quickly threw on sweatpants, at-shirt, and sneakers.

“Ialso don’t like that he saw you naked.” Arlo moved to the entrance of thecloset. “Now hurry the fuck up, Ginny.”

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