There are people everywhere in their need to let go, but for some reason just one person stands out to me. A guy right at the other side of the street in a black hoodie. Unlike everyone else, he’s not with friends, and he looks like he’s far from enjoying himself. A shiver runs up my spine when I momentarily think that it could be Jet. But it can’t be. He’s dead, and I’m free. I think it’s going to take a little while longer to adjust to not constantly having to look over my shoulder than I thought it might.
“What’s wrong?” Spike’s concerned voice asks from behind me, dragging me from my thoughts of the past.
“Nothing. Just waiting for you.”
“You don’t need to wait, Tiny. I’m right here for the taking.”
“Right here on the street? Well, if you’re okay with an audience.” I make a show of crossing my arms in front of me, ready to pull my shirt over my head, but his low growl stops me.
“Don’t even fucking think about it. There have already been too many motherfuckers who’ve seen you with too few clothes on. Get the fuck upstairs. Now,” he barks. My feet are following orders long before my brain even processes the words.
The second we’re inside, he’s on me. His hands slide up my stomach, taking the fabric of my shirt with them until it’s over my head and discarded somewhere behind him, my bra quickly following.
He pushes my hair over my shoulder and drops his lips to my neck as he continues pushing me forward, his already hard cock pressing against my arse.
“You drive me fucking crazy,Tiny.”
“I like your kind of crazy,” I moan as his large hands squeeze my breasts. “Oh God.”
He licks up the length of my neck and my knees damn near buckle when his teeth graze my sensitive skin.
He directs me to his room, and the moment his door slams shut, my back is being pressed up against it and I’m lifted so we’re eye to eye.
“Hey,” I say when I find his dark, piercing stare.
“Fuck,” he barks, diving for my lips. “Can’t get enough,” he moans into my mouth. I swallow down his words; the feeling is entirely mutual.
His tongue duels with mine as his hands trail around my body as if they don’t know where to touch first. He squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples, running them up my thighs so he can palm my arse, and it’s not until he runs one of his fingertips over the damp lace of my knickers and I gasp that we break our kiss.
“Fuck, your hip. Does it hurt?”
My lips part, ready to tell him no, but he beats me to it. “Do not lie to me, Tiny.”
“Yes, it hurts.”
“Fuck.” He releases me almost instantly, but he doesn’t let me move from the door. Instead, he grazes his lips over my collarbone and slowly descends down my body, teasing me and driving me crazy the whole way.
He kisses and licks around both of my breasts, ignoring my nipples that are begging for attention.
Our eyes hold, and I swear it’s the most erotic moment of my life, watching him playing me to perfection with just his lips.
“Spike,” I plead. “I need—”
“Shush, Tiny. Let me take care of you.”
Finally, he sucks me deep into his mouth, and my head falls back against the door with a thud as pleasure shoots around my body. I feel it right at the tips of my toes, it’s so strong.
“More, Spike. I need more,” I beg.
He drops lower, kissing down my stomach, tracing the lines of my tattoos with his tongue as if he’s the one drawing them on my skin.
Images of me lying on his chair with his hands on me as he marks me permanently fill my mind. I almost put a stop to this to demand that we go back there immediately so he can do just that.
I don’t care what happens next between us, if this thing is just a bit of fun while I’m here. I want a reminder of what he gave me. How he made me feel, even if it’s for just a short time.
His fingers make quick work of the button on my waistband before he gently tugs it down my legs, letting it pool at my ankles. My knickers are next to go, and after tugging off my boots I’m standing naked before him.
He sits back in his haunches and runs his eyes over me.
“So fucking beautiful.” Unable to take the honesty in his eyes, I have to look away. “Hey,” he says, amusement in his tone. “You’re not shy, are you?”
I suck in a deep breath and decide to go with a little honesty of my own.
“I don’t think anyone has ever looked deep enough to notice before.”
“Kas,” he says on a sigh, torment flickering across his face. I know he hates what my life has been like, but there’s nothing he can do to wipe it away apart from being part of my future.
I feel like at last I might have found my family, where I belong, and I want to embrace it as much as possible, even if it means this thing between us can’t happen.
I might be enjoying myself with him, but I refuse to come between him and Zach, and when the time comes that Spike might have to choose, I’ll ensure there isn’t a choice to make.
He’s already told me that he doesn’t do tomorrows, and although I don’t fully believe him, I’ll make it reality for us if I have to.
“Don’t give me that look.”
“I’m not giving you any look other than one of complete awe. You amaze me, Kas. You totally disarm me and blow me away with your beauty and your strength.”
I fight really hard to hold his stare this time, but it’s a challenge.
He must be able to see that I’m
