“Don’t sweetheart me, Hottie 2,” she spat at me, emphasising the ridiculous nickname the town gave my brothers and me in our teens. Mallory had way too much fun calling me that but the way Blake said it just now, didn’t feel like fun to me.
“What the hell, Blake? One minute you are riding my cock and now you look like you want to castrate me.”
I growled louder than I wanted, but fuck me sideways, my cock was still rock hard, all my blood was in my crotch and not much left anywhere else.
Blake inhaled a lungful of air, the sexual fog she was in well and truly dissipating.
“Why don’t you ask Mallory to take care of your cock after you rub her feet?” she shouted, then punched me fair smack in the solar plexus taking me by surprise and knocking me off balance.
Doubling over, too busy gasping, I didn’t see Blake’s size seven boot come at me until it made contact with my shin. Pain radiated up my leg from the impact of the hard kick, making me fall to my arse.
“Jesus fucking hell, Blake Isobel! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled through clenched teeth, holding my shin up to my heaving chest.
“What is wrong with me? How dare you act so indignant Hendrixx. Why would you make a move on me when you knew your friend was coming over?” The way she said the word friend should have been a clue as to why she was so mad, but between the pain in my leg and not having my breath back yet, I didn’t pick up on it.
“So fucking what? She always comes here to watch her shit shows, Tim said he would rather shear sheep naked than watch her shows with her,” I explained through pants of pain, not looking at Blake.
“And you are always there for her aren’t you Hendrixx,” Blake didn’t voice it as a question, but it was the hitch in her voice that had me letting go of my leg, and finally looking up at her, and it was just as well I was sitting down because what I saw would have knocked me down. Blake’s beautiful hazel eyes shone with unshed tears, her kiss-swollen lips trembling with the effort of holding her tears from falling.
“Isn’t it enough you spend half of your day over there, only to spend all your nights with her too?” Blake whispered. Complete and total despair etched across her pretty face.
“Blake, baby.” Reaching out a hand, I silently begged her to take it, but her head shook and her feet took three steps back.
“Thank you for my first ever kiss Hendrixx, and then for the humiliation straight after.” Her voice sounding so sad and shattered I could hardly bear it.
I could feel my brows knit together, my mouth opening like a fish gasping for air. Her words made no sense to me.
What humiliation?
First-ever kiss?
“Drixxie are you—” Mallory came into the room, a smirk on her face when she saw me on the ground.
“Giving him what for hey, Blake?” Mallory asked, laughing then stopping when she looked at the tears that were now falling down Blake’s cheeks. Tears from Blake gutted me every single time, there was nothing that hurt my heart more.
“Is everything okay?” Mallory asked, gentling her voice, staring at Blake, then turning to glare at me.
“Everything is fine, he is all yours, Mallory,” Blake answered with a choked sob, not looking at me as she pushed her way past Mal, her boots clicking fast on the stone floor indicating she was running.
“Blake! Blake!” I shouted, pulling myself awkwardly to my feet.
“What the hell just happened?” I asked no one in particular, still confused and very fucking horny. Pulling up my pant leg I saw a red mark where Blake had kicked me.
Damn, the steel cap toes on Blake’s boots were a fucking weapon and a half, I thought ruefully, rubbing at the small red welt.
“You really don’t have a clue, do you Hendrixx?” Mallory answered me, even though I didn’t actually ask for her to.
“And you have a clue, do ya, Mal?” I said, not holding back an ounce of sarcasm. This night was not going the way I thought it would. Once I got Blake in my arms, all I could think about was getting her under me in my bed and to continue our make-out and grinding session in a more comfortable setting.
“Well, of course I do, would you like me to share my wisdom on women with you Drixxie?” Mallory replied sweetly, laughter bubbling from her.
Shoving my pant leg down, I huffed out a breath and stood up straight, my stomach now not so sore.
“Oh please, oh wise one, enlighten me on the ways of the female species.”
“Well, if you are going to be sarcastic, I won’t bother telling you that sometimes a woman doesn’t like it when a man kisses her so passionately he leaves whisker burn on her face, and he is sporting a stiffy only for another woman to come over to watch TV with him … just saying,” Mallory offered, giving me her best ‘my god you are a dickhead’ eyes.
“Stop looking at my crotch, Rogers!” I grumbled loudly. “How do you know what Blake is thinking? And who says she is upset that you are here?”
Mallory raised her eyebrows. “Other than the tears, you mean? I guess it was the death glare she gave me when I walked in, but then again, it could also be the fact you were on the ground when I walked in rubbing your leg and gasping for air. But I could be wrong,” she singsonged, turning on her heels. “Come on Hottie, my show is about to start.”
“Mal, I better go after Blake, she—”
Mallory turned back to face me, yet another smirk on her lips.
“I think Blake needs some time to calm down Drixx, she seemed a little flustered and embarrassed. Give the girl till the morning to
