Come To Me (Owned 3)

1…she folded her arms.

I let the question lie, refusing to answer it.

0…Lenny brushed past me, heading for the exit.

“Where are you going?” I asked, grabbing her arm.

“Back to Grace’s.” She tugged on the arm in my grip, but that only made me hold tighter. “I’m not sure why I thought it would be different. I asked you not to lie and you…well, you lied about that.”

“I didn’t lie.” I grasped the other arm, bringing her to my chest.

“You’re not telling the truth!” She didn’t look away; instead she jutted her chin out and demanded I look at her, demanded I meet her gaze. I stared into the searching, watery depths of her eyes, feeling all at once drowning and rescued. “How stupid must you think I am? You tell me it’s over and two minutes later lie again.”

“I can’t fucking unravel years of shit in ten minutes. Fuck! Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about you, Lennox Moore?” How much thinking about you has destroyed what I’ve built? At my outburst Lenny tried to get free from my grasp again, but with both hands on her arms now, I walked with us together until we reached the bed.

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Lenny glared at me, her gaze like a microscope burning an ant. “Not nearly as much as I’ve thought of you, Vic Wall.”

“Want to bet?” I pushed her against the bed until her calves met the cushion.

“What could I possibly have that you haven’t taken already?” she spat.

“If I win, you give yourself to me.” I dipped my head, making sure to capture her eyes. I wanted everything the blue depths had to offer. Like a sailor prepared to face a harsh, stormy sea to get closer to the horizon, I wanted the hate, because beyond that lay the love.

She laughed caustically. “I already have, you idiot.” Leaning over, I imposed myself until she fell on her back, the bed bracing her fall.

“No, you’ve closed yourself off.” Bending down, I bracketed myself on either side of her. “But I bet I can get you to open.”

Lenny writhed and wiggled beneath me, throwing perfectly placed elbows to my gut that would have thrown a less nuanced man off. Instead of angering me, instead of hurting me, it made me grin.

And yeah, I got pretty fucking hard.

“Are you forfeiting the bet?” I whispered against her ear. Fuck. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to take the ear between my teeth. I would eventually, but right then it was about getting her to surrender, and that took time. It took patience.

“No,” she spat. “But I didn’t agree to being smothered.”

I laughed. “I’m not smothering you. I just wanted to smell you.” I lowered myself more. “I’ve thought of your scent for months now, Lenny.” She writhed some more as I moved my nose up and down her neck, inhaling. “But if you keep moving like that, babe, I can’t promise what I’ll do.”

“Pig.”

“You smell just as good as I remember, maybe even better. Want to know what else I thought about?”

“Like I want a shotgun wound to my hip.”

Keeping myself propped with one hand, I lowered the other between her legs. I didn’t touch her, but I made sure to keep my fingers close. I wanted her to want my touch. I wanted her to crave me, like I did her. Once upon a time she had begged for me. I think that she still would, but I had hurt her so deeply the pain was like a wall around her body.

“I thought about your pussy,” I said, keeping my touch like a shadow above her. “If I remember correctly, you smell pretty damn good there too.” She didn’t say a word, but her breathing hitched and went staccato. I smiled against the skin on her collarbone and allowed myself a taste. My lips met the small spot between her neck and shoulder and…fucking amazing. I nearly groaned. She exhaled slightly and I knew I was starting to win.

“I thought about the way your skin would taste.” A small sound escaped her lips and it took all the willpower I had not to move my lips away from her skin to her mouth and capture it. Instead, I lightly lowered my hand to her cunt. Her body tightened for a moment before going completely slack.

“I thought about your lips on my cock.” As if she fucking knew what it would do to me, her lips parted at my words. She sighed, but only slightly, so the sound was nearly nonexistent. I’d be fucking lying if I said I didn’t imagine pulling at her teeth to get my cock in there.

Shaking my head, I went back to lavishing her skin. This was all about Lenny, getting her to open up and reawaken to me. My cock was rock hard and throbbing against my pants, and it was probably a good thing she wasn’t touching it. I didn’t want to come like a fucking boy.

Not yet at least.

“I thought about your pussy on my mouth.” Lenny twitched against me, trying to ride herself against my palm. Grinning, I held myself firm. Not yet; she wasn’t there yet. It wasn’t a secret I loved eating Lenny out. I’d do it for hours, and had. When it was clear I was coming back from the dead, so to speak, I had to get my mouth on her cunt, even if it was in a fucking alley.