Page 43 of Banshee
“I can’t. He asked me not to.”
“He? Did you fucking say he?”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the sofa. When she placed her hand on my chest and pushed, I let myself fall onto the couch. Then she hiked up the sheet and straddled my lap.
A groan rumbled up through my chest as I grabbed her hips and pushed her down against my hard cock. I was desperate to sink into her. But I needed a run to the store.
Her hands rubbed over my chest, and she smiled. Before she could speak, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. My mouth took control with a passion I had never felt before.
She was it.
Mine.
She met my fervor with her own. Grinding down on my hard length as she opened her mouth, giving me entrance. My tongue swirled with hers. I tasted her the way I did her pussy, sucking her tongue into my mouth and lightly biting down on it. My hands cupped her ass, and I rolled her against me over and over until she finally cried out with her release. The sound of her orgasm spurred one of my own, and I came in my jeans.
I didn’t fucking care.
I had no control when it came to Aspen Winters.
She pulled back and smiled at me again. There she was. The girl I fell in love with. For just a moment, she had that carefree, don’t-give-a-fuck look on her face, and then it fell.
“Will you listen and let me explain?”
“Will it piss me off?”
She inhaled deeply before answering with a shrug. “Probably.”
I cradled her cheek and rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip. Slipping my hand around to the back of her neck, I yanked her forward and kissed her hard.
“Tell me.”
Anger boiled inside me as she told me that she’d planned to run. I understood why she did. Aspen was selfless. She put everyone before herself. She’d been doing it for years, hiding to protect the man who gave her away.
“Do not fucking run from me, baby girl.”
“I need you to listen and not interrupt.”
I pressed my lips together; it was the best I could do. I wouldn’t promise her something I didn’t know I could deliver. And it was a good thing I didn’t because when she finished telling me about the asshole who grabbed her outside, I was ready to go find him and put a fucking bullet in his head.
“I have to tell King.”
“You can’t. Not yet.”
“Aspen,” I said, and she jumped off my lap.
“Don’t. Don’t do that. I have been begging you for months to call me by my name; don’t do it now because you aren’t getting your way. That’s an asshole thing to do.”
“Tell me who it was.”
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Go ahead, tell King what I told you. It won’t matter if you don’t know who it was.” She spun around and marched down the hall, slamming her bedroom door behind her.
I looked at Diesel; his eyes said it all.
I was fucked.
We were back to her not speaking to me. At least this time, she would answer when I asked her a question. She just wouldn’t talk to me voluntarily.
I thought about what she’d told me. About the man who stopped her from running. She was willing to stay for him, but not for me.
