Page 56 of A Hurt So Good

“Within reason,” she agrees, nodding her head.

“You really think we can do this shit?” I ask, looking at my brothers.

“Why couldn’t we? We’re not stupid,” Harlon adds.

“I didn’t say we were stupid. This is business shit and not the warehouse work we’re used to,” I remind him.

“You guys are going to do great. Calm down,” Arya chimes in again. I stand up and walk toward her head, leaning down to kiss her before walking over to the couch and dropping down. I grab the joint that has been stuck behind my ear and bring it to my lips, lighting it up.

“She’s right. We can handle this, or Dad wouldn’t have asked,” Harlon says. I nod my head.

“Yeah, you’re right. We got this,” I say as I inhale. I lean my head back and let the weed take effect, getting lost in my head. It’s usually a dark place to be, and I hate being there at times. But Arya has changed that. It’s not like I don’t have those dark thoughts anymore; I do, but she also brings something more to it.

Someone snatches the joint from my fingers, and I let them, keeping my eyes closed. I find myself wondering more and more about this job and if I can handle it. Large groups aren’t really my thing. I prefer a few people, and that’s it. Crowds cause my nerves to fire off one by one, and I can’t seem to think straight.

I went to a club once in my life. Once. And I fucking hated every second of it. There were too many people and too much happening at one time. I prefer to sit back and stalk someone alone like I do Arya. I take a deep breath when I feel her lay her head in my lap. I don’t move to open my eyes or look down. I know it’s her. She grabs my arm and pulls it over her body as I let sleep pull me under.

I don’t dream much, if at all, but lately, I have been, and they’ve all been about her and the time she was drugged. I hate we haven’t found out who did that to her, but in time, we will.

The last dream I had of her she wouldn’t wake up. She was lying there, lifeless. Denz was shaking her, sitting in that goddamn bathroom at the gala, but she wouldn’t wake up. It was pure hell, and I woke in a sweat.

I dragged my ass out of bed and came all the way from Denz’s house back to my dad’s just to watch her sleep. I sat on the fucking patio, stalking her just to know that she was breathing.

I don’t think that dream will ever leave my mind. That one did something to me. It haunts me. Because what if someone were to get too close to her again? What if they got her out of the gala that night? What would we have done

I plan on killing anyone who had anything to do with her being drugged in the first place.

Something wakes me from my sleep, and when I pry my eyes open, I see it’s Arya with her lips wrapped around my cock. I groan as I look down at her and watch her take me into her mouth. She hears me groan and peers up at me under her lashes before getting back to work.

The more she sucks, the more I need to take control. I grip the back of her head and shove her down my cock. I growl when I feel it hit the back of her throat. Spit sputters out of her mouth as she gags on me, but she looks so fucking pretty doing it. I let her pull her head back and catch a little breath before doing it again. The more she gags, the more I like it. Spit slides down my cock as I reach for her hand and place it at the base. She wraps her fingers around it but squeezes it so I’ll release the hold on her. She’s trying her best to pull air through her nose, but it does no good. Finally, I allow her to move, and she completely pulls me from her mouth, coughing and catching her breath.

“What the fuck, War?” she snaps at her, her hand still wrapped around my cock.

“You know how we fuck, Arya. I have to make you work for it, little bird.”

“I couldn’t breathe, asshole!”

“That’s the point. Now finish what you started,” I tell her, nodding toward my cock. She looks back down and strokes me with her hand. She knows just how to do it to make it feel good, too. I raise my hips to meet her strokes, and fuck does it feel amazing. I give her a little more time until I feel like I’m going to come.

“You want my cum in your mouth or your pussy? You can eat my babies, or I’ll put one in you,” I tell her. She stops moving altogether, her eyes becoming distant before she releases my cock and stands.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I growl at her. She doesn’t listen. She just takes off running up the stairs. I curse under my breath and shove my cock back in my jeans before standing and going up the steps.

I go to her room first but I don’t find her in there. I walk out onto the balcony and see her sitting down by the pool with a bottle in her hand.

Heading back out of her room, I make my way down to the pool and take a seat next to her.

“You want me to get, Harlon?” She shakes her head. I know he’s the one she talks to about things.

“Denz?” Again, she shakes her head. I sigh and lean back in the chair, taking the bottle from her before taking a long pull and passing it back. She brings it to her lips and chugs some before setting it between her feet on the ground.

“When my dad stabbed me, it did a lot of damage. Three surgeries to repair what he did, but there was one thing they couldn’t fully repair,” she says softly, looking out at the pool.

“What?” She turns her head, her pretty blue eyes full of tears.

“I can’t have kids, War.” Fuck. Fuck!

“And I said what I said.” She nods her head and grabs the bottle, going back for more. “Do you think that changes things?” I ask her. Now, she turns to face me, and I can see the confusion in her eyes.

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