Page 35 of Body Lock

“No, you shouldn't have. I knew you were just like everyone else, a fucking dick trying to make sure he has the biggest balls.” Her lashing tongue sliced through me, and it hurt. It hurt more than I wanted it to, more than I was ready to feel right in that moment.

“I wasn't going to let your father think I'm some fluke! He wants to call me out in front of everyone—in front of you!” Throwing the bottle to the floor, I turned to leave, and escape the hole I had crawled into.

Cadence followed, her feet just one step behind mine. “Who cares about my dad! You don't need to prove anything. If you shouldn't be fighting, then why the hell did you get in there to begin with?”

I wanted to tell her, explain my past, what I'd been through, and who I gave my life to for a promise.

But it didn't matter, not anymore.

Huffing under my breath, I pressed on, throwing open the door to the street. The brisk air slapped my chest, the cold ground felt like needles under my feet, making me realize I had forgotten my clothing.

“Here, asshole!” The whip of fabric and thump of sneakers hit my back. “You might want these. I knew you couldn't be different. Go on, walk away, run far away from here.”

The sharp tone forced its way into my head, and in that instant, all I wanted to do was kiss her. Make the poison of her mouth feel my lips, and taste my tongue.

She thought I was an asshole, her piercing words stabbed into my chest. She was ice against my heart.

And yet, it beat harder, pumped stronger.

“You don't understand.” Lifting my fist, I punched the building. “Fuck! Why did he have to do that?” My hair fell into my face, dragging my nails against the scalp, I forced it back.

Grumbling beneath my breath, the intense throbbing of my fingers came into my senses, the pain setting in, as my adrenaline slowed.

Folding her arms across her chest, she stepped closer. “Let me see.” Her delicate hand reached out, fingers wiggling for me to come forward.

“I'm fine.”

“That wasn't a question, let me see,” she said sternly. Her fingers tightly pulled my wrist out, rolling it under the light from the street. “Come on.” Turning towards a door on the building, she yanked it open. Nodding her head to follow, she stood in the dim glow.

I couldn't help but notice how her features looked softer. Her brows twisted toward her forehead, the hardened glare now melting with concern. “Come on.” Her need to help hovered between annoyance and frustration.

Holding my hand like an injured bird, I followed her in. We walked through a narrow hallway and up an old rickety set of stairs. Stopping at a door with the number thirty, the three dangled sideways, held on by one tack. Pulling a set of keys from her pocket, she popped open the door.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“My house, come in.” Flicking on a light, she walked inside the first room on her left.

“You live right above the ring? Isn't that convenient?” I said, while opening and closing my hand, and trying to will the pain away by wriggling my fingers.

She poked her head out from the doorway, hair hanging over her shoulder, framing her face perfectly. “Funny,” she said. “Go sit at the table so I can check your hand.” Her crystal blue eyes guided me in the direction I needed to go.

Sitting down, I glanced around the apartment. It was a small place, rundown, and worn. There were pictures lining one wall, a dark green sofa divided the kitchen and living room. It was tiny, but homey, reminding me of my own shit hole.

Her feet patted against the wood floor, delicate and soft. Turning the corner, her image was radiating. The tight pink halter top squeezed her tits up, her dark blue jeans wrapping around her curves perfectly.

What is it going to take to have this woman? I want to fuck her so badly it hurts!

Cadence dragged another chair over, pulling herself in close. “Give me your hand.” The softness of her skin against my fingers made my cock rigid, the events from the night fading away as she stroked my hand.

The blood pumped down fast into my length, tip swelling beyond its limit. I needed her cunt, needed to feel it wrapped around me. Shifting in the chair, my free hand pushed against the stiffening member.

Her eyes drifted down, and shot back to my hand. Her skin was gleaming in a flushed, pink hue. Inhaling a lump of air, the apple floated down her neck as she gulped.

Licking my lips, I asked, “Like what you see?” Biting down hard, my brow curved.

Glaring up at me under hooded lids, her lips pursed tight. “Hold still.” She lifted each finger, bending them at the knuckle.

“Ahh.” The word hissed through my teeth, a jolt of lightening shot up my arm, and made me cringe.

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