Bad Romance (13 page)

I grunted and tossed my cold coffee into the trash bin. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my shorts.

“Why you helping me?”

She shrugged and her smug grin dropped. Suddenly this vulnerable expression crossed over her face and I was taken aback. I’d only seen this cold-hearted bitch with Tamara. Could it be that she wasn’t the bitch she showed everyone? She stood up and looked up at me, matching my gaze.

“I know I’m a bitch. I was raised to be a bitch. I was playing a really good part until I realized that posting that video was probably the shittest thing I could’ve done to another human being.” She paused and swirled around the straw in her frilly coffee drink. “Let’s just say I owe her.”

I scoffed and took a step back, pushing against the door. “By ratting out her hidey hole?”

She shook her head and took a sip. “By giving you to her.” And with that fucking bomb she winked and shoved past me out the door.

Well, fuck.

Who would’ve thought?

Enough wasting time, Trenton. You have a mouse to catch.

Oh, this would be fun.

I jogged across the street when traffic cleared and headed down the rows of businesses until I hit the coffee shop that was next door to the comic book shop. I moved quickly down the side alley with rows of tables and chairs with college kids busy on laptops studying and working on homework.

I gazed in the window and only saw the workers at the front counter. I scanned the room and then looked down. Tucked in the corner in the far back, right under me, she sat. She was reading a comic and looked peaceful. She’d always hid behind walls of books and storyboards that made up these colorful comics. I have to admit, it was the first thing that bonded us. The original Inhumans comics.

I slipped into the store, careful to mind the bell. The memories of us curled up in her huge closet back in Chicago were fresh in my mind. I sat down next to her quietly. She didn’t notice me. Then I brushed up against her and heat filled her cheeks and goosebumps rose on her flesh.

My God, how she reacted to me without even realizing it was me.

She lifted her gaze from the comic, unaware of her reaction. When our eyes locked she let out a strangled sound and started to rise to bolt.

“No you don’t!”

I grabbed her wrist and held her down.

“I’ll scream.”

“I’ll kiss you.”

She turned that sexy shade of pink again and her struggles stopped. Clara melted against my side and I pulled her against me. I snatched up the comic from her hands and memories slammed into me.

Inhumans by Jenkins and Lee
.

“Why are you reading this?”

“You know why.”

“I want you to tell me.”

Silence.

Fuck, she was the most stubborn woman in the world.

“You can’t hide forever.”

“I was doing a fine job of it all week.” She paused. “Who outed me?”

“Tamara.” I set the comic down next to me and looked down at her. She crossed her arms over her chest and the way she rested her head in the crook of my shoulder belied her whole cool bullshit routine.

“Of course she did.”

I crossed my legs in front of me and sighed. I fucking sighed. I was sick of this fucking dance. Shit needed to get real like now. I couldn’t take much more—neither could my dick.

“We need to have a conversation, Clara. Not in the comic book shop, but at home.”

“I—” She didn’t finish that sentence.

“You don’t what?”

“
I do
n’t trust you, Dax. Not after—”

Fuck.

A knot tightened in my chest and I knew guilt. I should’ve never pulled that video bullshit. I mucked up anything we could have and made all this so much fucking harder.

“I know. I’m gonna fix it.”

“How?”

I didn’t answer her. I just got up and brought her with me. I was strong enough to push her around a bit. It was fucking adorable how she allowed me to pick her up and carry her around when I wanted.

My little mouse.

Shit.

Focus, Trenton.

“We are going home, and while I eat that sweet little pussy of yours, you’re going to tell me exactly what you believe happened when I left. Then, once you come, I’m going to explain what really happened.”

She glared up at me. But I didn’t miss the heat in her gaze. It flashed and made those bright eyes sparkle with fire. The rage and arousal was a good look on her. Hot as fuck too.

“Fine. But you’re not eating my pussy while I talk.”

“Oh, but I am, little mouse. I’m gonna lap up all that cream currently coating the crotch of your panties.”

There was that flash of heat again and she turned pink. I leaned in when we got to front door of the shop. “Do yo
u get pink like that all over?”

She sigh. I shit you not, the woman swooned right before my eyes and I laughed and moved past her, heading back to her place.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

“Yep.”

“Well, just so long as you know that.”

I didn’t look back, but she jogged to catch up to me.

“I missed you.” I glanced to the side and I could tell by the pained expression on her face that was hard for her to say.

“Yes, you acted it the last few months. I felt so fucking missed.”

She slugged my arm with very little heat and smiled. The warmth nearly
dropped me to my fucking knees.

“Do you have to say fuck so much?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I stopped then. Setting myself in front of her, stopping our forward motion she sucked in a breath when I leaned down and grasped her chin. I tilted her head back to look at me.

“I’m going to show you why soon enough.”

And I swear to fucking God. The woman fucking gulped before I turned back around and let her simmer on that factoid of the fucking hour.

We walked in silence the rest of the way back to her place. I couldn’t go to mine. We would run the risk of too many distractions. Namely Todd. Who was not only giving me the silent treatment, but was attempting to follow Clara and hunt her down also. Too bad for him—I got to her first.

Clara watched me out of the corner of her eye as she unlocked her door and stepped inside. I came up close behind her. Giving her breathing room would only allow her an edge. I would have the edge here. If I was going to make my move and get her back—I had to always have the edge. She was nearly panting as she attempted to dodge around the main room, then in the kitchen where she pulled two bottled waters out of the fridge. She set mine on the countertop and twisted around. She got the center island between us. Clever girl.

But I was better.

I snatched up the water and circled around. I went to the back window and took a long drink. I was famished after the shit cold coffee I’d been attempting to enjoy at the Starbucks.

“I thought we came to explain—” She paused when I turned around to face her. Her eyes went wide and she lifted the water and drank down half of it.

There was no more barrier between us and I was going to take full advantage of that. Clara turned to the side to set down the bottle and I moved in on her. I used my brute force and my body to slam her into the island. She let out one of those mousey little squeals and it shot blood right to my dick and it was hard.

She was like a dick witch.

Every time she made a whimpering little peep, I was ready to fuck the living shit out of her.

God, how I wanted to bottom out in that creamy little cunt of hers. It would be so fucking tight. I could feel it. The ghost of it teased me as I remembered my fingers inside her, the way that silky heat clenched as she came for me. And she would come for me again.

“Dax—please,” she whimpered.

God, the whimper did it for me. I caged her in with my body. She trembled and squirmed against me. I nuzzled against her neck as my hands moved. They slid up and down her arms, and then my hips slammed against hers. She sucked in a breath as she crashed against the island before I cupped her big, juicy tits in my palms. Her nipples were sharp little points. Yep, I did it for her too.

“Go with it, baby.” I let my nose run down the curve of her neck. “That’s it, melt for me.” She thrust back against me. My cock was so hard now I swear it was going to carry the tattoo of my pants if it kept this up without getting inside her. My hands made their way down her front, moving towards her jean shorts. I flicked the button open, then the hiss of the zipper filled the quiet room. Along with her heavy breathing.

“I made you a promise.” I shoved her shorts down her legs. I stopped them at her knees and kicked her legs open until she was stuck like that. With one powerful shove I had her torso flat against the island top. I could feel the growl rolling around as I peeled the silk panties from her, slowly exposing her ass, then her pink little cunt.

“Wet, baby, so very wet.”

I got down in a crouch behind her and without warning I thrust a finger inside her. She rose on her tip toes, trying to escape me.

“Oh no you don’t.” I used my free hand to control her hips and she cried out as I thrust up inside her. “Start talking. What is your side of your fucked-up story?”

Chapter Thirteen

Clara

How in the hell was I supposed to talk with his fingers doing—that inside me?

“Oh, God, Dax,” I mewled as he swirled his fingers and hit the spot. My whole body jolted when he brushed over it again.

“Well, that didn’t take long.” He sounded amused. How very nice for him. “Please, you were telling?”

Telling? I wasn’t telling anything! I was mewling and begging. A sense of humiliation and arousal warred inside me and the arousal was quickly winning this fucked battle of—wills? No, that was far too tame a word for what the man was currently doing inside my pussy. His finger swirled and brushed over the ultrasensitive little nub inside me. I squealed, reached out for the lip of the island, and tried to pull my body away from him. His grip tightened. I cried out and panic filled me. Dax seemed to sense my reservations. He rose from his crouched position behind me. His front pressed against my back. The warm breath from his lips as he spoke forced a tremble to speed through my body.

“Shh, baby. Are you worried?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Are you afraid?”

Gulp.

“Yes.”

“Don’t be.”

And just like that his fingers started a lazy slide in and out of me.

“Tell me, Clara. Tell me all about when I left.”

Dax nuzzled against my cheek. His voice had gone husky, deep, so masculine my pussy creamed all over his fingers. A grunt was the only response I got to that bodily reaction and that made my cunt clench tight around him.

“Fuck,” he breathed against my ear. “Talk before I fuck you, Clara.”

I opened my mouth to speak just as his teeth nipped at the lobe.

“Oh God—” Was that breathless little wanton voice mine?

He stopped his movements and my hips rolled to continue the movement. He chuckled, pinning me against the island hard.

“You left, with no warning, no good-bye.” He started his movements again. That drag in and out of my wet channel made me whimper “My dad was yelling with my mom that night before. Your paperwork was delayed. My mom was panicking, worried you would go back to him—” The fingers stopped abruptly. I sucked in a deep breath and collapsed over the counter.

“Keep talking.” His fingers started to move again, faster this time.

I cried out and clawed at the island.

“
I didn’t understand. The next day someone came to the door. Dad came and got you. There was more yelling, and then my dad slammed the door shut and
went to his study. I tried to go to him but he’d locked himself in. The next night we got the call my mother was killed in a car accident─on impact.”

He tensed behind me and I knew he knew something more about that. About all of it. His disappearance. My
mother’s death. But that only seemed to spur him on. His fingers thrust faster. The walls of my pussy tightened and feathered around him. He hit that magic spot again and again, his fingertip brushing over me. His breath puffed against my ear and I was moving with him. I was frantic and a mindless slave to his wicked fingers fucking me like I owed him money at this point. My palm slammed over and over against on the top of the island. The wet sounds of sex filled the kitchen. I was flooding his palm and it was his voice that took me over the edge.

“Come for me, Clara.”

And I did.

Like a mindless sexual toy. I came all over his fingers and felt something more as he pushed hard on that tender nub inside me. My hips jerked and I fought to freeze, to not move. It was too powerful for me to control.