Page 25 of Hit and Run
“I’ll be back in a minute. I’m gonna go use the restroom,” I tell them. When I walk past Shade, he’s talking to Sketch. Shade lifts his head and locks eyes with me. I wink and look away. I walk into the bathroom, turn the light on and shut the door. I just needed a moment to myself— a moment without any eyes on me. Being in the same room as Shade and not talking to him is starting to get to me. There’s a knock on the door, causing me to jump.
“Sienna, it’s me.”Shade.I open the door. He takes up the whole doorway. My heart beats quicker.
“What do you want,” I ask with a touch of sass. The corner of his mouth tips up in a grin.
“I came to collect.”
“Collect what,” I ask.
“That ass. I owe you a few spankings or did you already forget? By the way, I’m adding one for that little stunt you pulled with that hang around.”
I smirk at him. “Aw, did that make you jealous? Nothing is happening between us with your sister out there.”
“She’s not. Sketch took her outside to talk,” he says. I glare at him.
“You set that up, didn’t you,” I ask. His grin turns into a full tooth smile. “Asshole.”
He takes one step toward me, putting himself right in my space. With his finger, he traces my jawline, from my ear to my chin. I fight back a chill.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Nope.” I pop the p. “Dry as the Sahara.”
He looks me dead in the eye with his stupid half-smile. Just as he’s about to respond, someone behind him clears their throat. My heart drops, thinking it’s Wren. Shade turns around and it’s one of the cut bunnies. She’s looking at Shade with fuck me eyes. I roll mine and walk out of the bathroom. I barely get past him when he grabs ahold of my arm, stopping me in my tracks.
“Shade, I need to talk to you,” the cut bunny says.
“Not now, Porscha,” he says to her. I chuckle and she glares at me. “In fact, not ever.”
Shade gently tugs on my arm and guides me down the hallway. We stop in front of a door while he unlocks it, and then walk inside. I glance around. This must be his room. There are posters on the walls of different cars, American made and foreign. Other than that, it’s pretty bare. And clean. He shuts the door and I turn to face him. His arms are crossed over his chest. I lied when he asked if I was wet for him. Him being so close and not touching me, smelling his cologne— it was game over as soon as I opened that door. Now, standing in his room, he’s looking at me like he’s ready to throw me over his knee then toss me on his bed and have his way with me.
“Two things are gonna happen,” he says. “One, we’re gonna talk. Two, I’m gonna fuck that sass out of you. Not necessarily in that order.”
“What exactly is there that we need to talk about,” I ask.
“Us, this, whatever this is or has the potential to be.”
“I don’t do relationships,” I tell him. He’s looking at me like he’s trying to see inside my head.
“That’s something we can discuss,” he replies.
“I’ve never talked to anyone about it. Not even Wren,” I admit.
“There’s a first time for everything,” he says. He walks closer to me. Putting a hand on my waist, he pulls me toward him. “I’m gonna be completely honest with you. I’m not one to do relationships either, but something about you makes me want to.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I tell him, not wanting to have this conversation now. He crashes his lips onto mine and slides his free hand along my neck and into my hair, gripping a handful. I moan into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to nibble on my bottom lip. I grind my hips against him. He chuckles, pulling back to look at my face.
“So fucking and then talking. Got it.” He smirks at me. Moving his hands up my hips, he slides my shirt over my head, taking a moment to admire my boobs. “I’d like to take my time and do this the right way with foreplay but we don’t have long.”
“Well, then get moving and fuck me already.” I grin at him.
“That fucking sass.” He pulls his shirt off while I take my leggings off. “So fucking beautiful.”
Shade grabs a condom out of his wallet before he removes his jeans and boxer briefs. I bite my lip. I wanted to suck his dick when I first saw it and I want to even more right now, but I’ll save that for another time. I hold my hand out and he hands me the condom. I wrap my fingers around his cock, pumping a couple of times. He drops his head back and moans. I slide the condom on him and lay back on the bed.
“You forgot something.” He climbs on the bed, pulls my panties down and tosses them to the floor. He slides a finger between my folds, causing me to moan.
“Dry as the Sahara,” he mocks. He looks me in the eye as he lifts his finger to his mouth, sucking my wetness off it. “Fuck, I wish we had more time. You taste amazing.”
