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Story: Arm Candy Warrior
“Get Drego out of my sight before I fucking drop him.”
I hiss in a breath, but Mag walking toward Oscar covers it up. If the Crew drops Oscar, he’ll be fucked again. He’ll be in so much trouble. He’ll have to fucking leave. He’ll have to run so far away they won’t ever find him.
Magnum helps Oscar to his feet who hisses in a breath as he attempts to stand tall. He hobbles out of the room and as soon as they’re clear, Johnny slams the door shut. He turns devil-filled eyes on me. A whole tidal wave of apprehension slams into me. He’s got that look in his eye that reminds me of the Johnny before. I try to keep a level head, but I also set my jaw. He’s not going to do the same thing to me that he did to Oscar. No fucking way. I already feel like shit that I couldn’t intervene on Oscar’s behalf, but if he thinks he’s going to give me a beating while I take it like Oscar, he’s got another thing coming.
I step back as he approaches me, and Johnny growls. “Don’t run from me.”
“You look mad,” I say, throwing out the obvious.
His face morphs briefly, enough for me to see the guy underneath I hope will come out permanently. “I’m not going to fucking hurt you.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I say dryly.
Johnny’s chin sets. “That’s not fair. Everyone knows the rules. Oscar broke them.”
“We were just talking,” I say. In a way, I hope I can get Johnny to come around to the idea that I can have friends. Or more, actually. That would be ideal. At this stage, I don’t want to give any of them up. Brawler and Oscar have a truce already. Johnny is practically a caveman with his territory, but — Maybe it doesn’t matter. “Actually, we had something we wanted to discuss with you until you went off the deep end.”
“Went off the deep end?” Johnny quirks a brow at me. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. “I think I’ve made it abundantly clear that I’ll do all that and more for you, Kyla. I know you don’t want me to claim you, but you’re too innocent around these vultures here in the Heights. I have to claim you, and I have to show them who’s boss, so they can’t get to you.”
I wiggle out of his hold. He’d stuck up for me before with the guy at the racetrack. I hadn’t minded that so much because I didn’t know that guy, but this is Oscar.Myfucking Oscar. “Oscar’s a good guy,” I say. “You know that. That’s why you trust me with him. I’m already isolated so much.”
“You like him?” Johnny’s voice is a cross between a threat and disbelief.
“As a friend,” I say. “Is that so bad?”
“You can have girl friends,” he says, his tone broking no further argument.
But that’s not me. “This jealous, possessive routine is getting old,” I tell him, pushing my luck. I’m hoping to show him that this is all so stupid, but I guess to do that, I have to show him that he’s the only one I want. It’s a must if I want to save Oscar or Brawler, or hell, even Magnum. Anyone else and I could give two shits about. Johnny opens his mouth to say something, but I place my hand there. Then I take his hand and pull him to the couch. I push him until he’s sitting, then I straddle his legs, placing my arms around his neck. “Wasn’t it me that was begging you to fuck me the other day?” I pin his hands above his head. “It was me panting for it. Taut and ready. Do you think I give a fuck about Oscar?”
God forgive me for this lie, but it’s necessary right now.
Johnny tries to free his hands, but I hold on tighter. “Nuh-uh. You’re a naughty boy.”
“How’s that?” he asks, voice cracking.
“You come home after being gone for days, and instead of just wrapping me up, placing your sexy as fuck lips on me, you decide you want to get in a fistfight.”
I drag my finger over his lips.
“A one-sided fistfight, I might add,” I say, reminding him that Oscar didn’t even fight back. He took it like the good little soldier boy he’s supposed to be. I lean over to brush my chest against his. I’m trying to work on him, but that doesn’t mean I’m also not working myself up too. They’re called hormones, and they peak when Johnny’s around. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Did that turn you on?” he breathes.
I shake my head, and he pouts. “What would’ve turned me on is if you’d picked me up, carried me into the room, and showed me how much you missed me.”
“I did miss you,” he says, finally freeing one hand despite my attempts to try to keep it locked up. He brings it to my hip, splaying it over the bare skin between my halter and leather pants. “I hurried home because I missed you. I’ve been waiting.”
“And you got antsy and started making up reasons in your head for why I wasn’t here,” I say. “Whereas, if you had just called me, I would’ve made Magnum bring me straight here to see you.”
“I was trying to surprise you.”
“I would’ve liked that,” I tell him, nudging his nose with my own in a playful gesture. “But I was at Candy’s helping your business like a good little girlfriend.”
He traces his fingers over my stomach and then to the apex of my leather pants. He presses his thumb down there, and I moan. “I want to bury my head here,” he says, tweaking my clit right through the thick fabric. “To thank you.”
I nip at his lower lip. “Someday soon,” I tell him. I crack a smile. “Now it’s that time to back away before I get myself in trouble.”
He groans as I move back but grabs my ankle as I move to the other side of the couch, stopping my retreat. “Take your clothes off, Kyla.”
I hiss in a breath, but Mag walking toward Oscar covers it up. If the Crew drops Oscar, he’ll be fucked again. He’ll be in so much trouble. He’ll have to fucking leave. He’ll have to run so far away they won’t ever find him.
Magnum helps Oscar to his feet who hisses in a breath as he attempts to stand tall. He hobbles out of the room and as soon as they’re clear, Johnny slams the door shut. He turns devil-filled eyes on me. A whole tidal wave of apprehension slams into me. He’s got that look in his eye that reminds me of the Johnny before. I try to keep a level head, but I also set my jaw. He’s not going to do the same thing to me that he did to Oscar. No fucking way. I already feel like shit that I couldn’t intervene on Oscar’s behalf, but if he thinks he’s going to give me a beating while I take it like Oscar, he’s got another thing coming.
I step back as he approaches me, and Johnny growls. “Don’t run from me.”
“You look mad,” I say, throwing out the obvious.
His face morphs briefly, enough for me to see the guy underneath I hope will come out permanently. “I’m not going to fucking hurt you.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I say dryly.
Johnny’s chin sets. “That’s not fair. Everyone knows the rules. Oscar broke them.”
“We were just talking,” I say. In a way, I hope I can get Johnny to come around to the idea that I can have friends. Or more, actually. That would be ideal. At this stage, I don’t want to give any of them up. Brawler and Oscar have a truce already. Johnny is practically a caveman with his territory, but — Maybe it doesn’t matter. “Actually, we had something we wanted to discuss with you until you went off the deep end.”
“Went off the deep end?” Johnny quirks a brow at me. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. “I think I’ve made it abundantly clear that I’ll do all that and more for you, Kyla. I know you don’t want me to claim you, but you’re too innocent around these vultures here in the Heights. I have to claim you, and I have to show them who’s boss, so they can’t get to you.”
I wiggle out of his hold. He’d stuck up for me before with the guy at the racetrack. I hadn’t minded that so much because I didn’t know that guy, but this is Oscar.Myfucking Oscar. “Oscar’s a good guy,” I say. “You know that. That’s why you trust me with him. I’m already isolated so much.”
“You like him?” Johnny’s voice is a cross between a threat and disbelief.
“As a friend,” I say. “Is that so bad?”
“You can have girl friends,” he says, his tone broking no further argument.
But that’s not me. “This jealous, possessive routine is getting old,” I tell him, pushing my luck. I’m hoping to show him that this is all so stupid, but I guess to do that, I have to show him that he’s the only one I want. It’s a must if I want to save Oscar or Brawler, or hell, even Magnum. Anyone else and I could give two shits about. Johnny opens his mouth to say something, but I place my hand there. Then I take his hand and pull him to the couch. I push him until he’s sitting, then I straddle his legs, placing my arms around his neck. “Wasn’t it me that was begging you to fuck me the other day?” I pin his hands above his head. “It was me panting for it. Taut and ready. Do you think I give a fuck about Oscar?”
God forgive me for this lie, but it’s necessary right now.
Johnny tries to free his hands, but I hold on tighter. “Nuh-uh. You’re a naughty boy.”
“How’s that?” he asks, voice cracking.
“You come home after being gone for days, and instead of just wrapping me up, placing your sexy as fuck lips on me, you decide you want to get in a fistfight.”
I drag my finger over his lips.
“A one-sided fistfight, I might add,” I say, reminding him that Oscar didn’t even fight back. He took it like the good little soldier boy he’s supposed to be. I lean over to brush my chest against his. I’m trying to work on him, but that doesn’t mean I’m also not working myself up too. They’re called hormones, and they peak when Johnny’s around. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Did that turn you on?” he breathes.
I shake my head, and he pouts. “What would’ve turned me on is if you’d picked me up, carried me into the room, and showed me how much you missed me.”
“I did miss you,” he says, finally freeing one hand despite my attempts to try to keep it locked up. He brings it to my hip, splaying it over the bare skin between my halter and leather pants. “I hurried home because I missed you. I’ve been waiting.”
“And you got antsy and started making up reasons in your head for why I wasn’t here,” I say. “Whereas, if you had just called me, I would’ve made Magnum bring me straight here to see you.”
“I was trying to surprise you.”
“I would’ve liked that,” I tell him, nudging his nose with my own in a playful gesture. “But I was at Candy’s helping your business like a good little girlfriend.”
He traces his fingers over my stomach and then to the apex of my leather pants. He presses his thumb down there, and I moan. “I want to bury my head here,” he says, tweaking my clit right through the thick fabric. “To thank you.”
I nip at his lower lip. “Someday soon,” I tell him. I crack a smile. “Now it’s that time to back away before I get myself in trouble.”
He groans as I move back but grabs my ankle as I move to the other side of the couch, stopping my retreat. “Take your clothes off, Kyla.”
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