Page 48 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)
Chapter Forty-Eight
Him
The door opens slowly, and I wait for a flash of pink hair before I lunge. The last thing I need is some bimbo coming in here hoping to get laid, and think I’m interested over a mistake.
All I want is Sailor.
The pink hair is all I need to know it’s her.
The room is dark, only the moonlight coming in through the curtainless windows.
My hand goes to her mouth, and I push her against the door, closing it, and drop to my knees.
With my free hand, I tug her panties aside and suck her needy little clit.
Her hot breath fans my skin, her moan muffled by it.
I add a finger inside her as I lick her, loosening her up for me because I am going to fuck her tonight.
Her hands come to my head, gripping onto my hat.
I moan against her, liking the way she touches me.
Her grip tightens, and she tugs, grinding against my face.
Her hips move faster as her breathing gets quicker, and then her pussy is pulsing and she’s crying out her release.
I maneuver my way to my feet while turning her at the same time, so she can’t see me.
“Did you miss me?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she answers as I unzip my pants to free my dick. I guide myself between her legs, then shove inside her. She’s soaked, and I go in easily.
She moans, body arching against me.
“You feel so fucking good, Sailor,” I tell her as I thrust into her. “Still so fucking tight.”
“So, d-do you,” she answers breathlessly.
With each thrust into her, she bangs against the door.
Anyone on the other side would know what’s going on in here, and I fucking love that.
I fuck her hard and fast, using her body how I need to get off.
It doesn’t take long. This girl drives me fucking wild.
When I come, I nearly lose my head and step away from her.
But at the last minute, I remember she isn’t supposed to see me.
I kiss her shoulder, then her neck, and her jaw.
“Don’t clean up. I want pictures of your messy panties when you get home.”
I guide her to the side, keeping her against the wall, her back to me, as I pull the door open. With one hand on her back, so she can’t turn, I walk out the door but stop at the last second.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I tell her, then turn her to face me.
Her eyes are closed, lips parted and nostrils flaring to catch her breath. I lean in to kiss her, softly but deeply. She moans into my mouth, and I rest my forehead on hers for just a second before finally turning to leave.
This girl is fucking with me so badly, and she doesn’t even know it.
I hurry down the stairs and into the bathroom to take a moment to breathe. My heart is pounding, and I’m not even sure it’s from the sex. It’s the way I feel. The way she makes me feel. The way I fucking care.
I pull my phone from my pocket, turning to rest against the vanity and send her a text.
Me: Let me know you’re okay.
I care way too much about this girl. I shouldn’t, I really fucking shouldn’t.
Little Dove: I’m so okay.
I smirk as I send her a kissy-face emoji, then frown at my phone. Who the fuck am I?
Splashing some cold water on my face, I take a moment to settle, then head out of the bathroom. When I tug the door open, Mindy is standing there with her face pulled up like she’s sucking on a lemon.
“What the fuck do you want?” I bark.
She steps forward, and I try to move around her, but she puts a hand on my chest and shoves me. She’s not strong, but I wasn’t expecting it, so I stumble back. She slams the door shut, locking it.
“Who is she?” she asks when she turns around.
“Excuse me?”
“The bitch with the pink hair. Who the fuck is she?”
God fucking damnit. Can I have anything in my life without someone fucking ruining it?
“Fuck off, Mindy,” I say, going to move past her, but her hands plant on my chest and she pushes me hard.
I’m ready for it this time, and barely budge.
But once her hands drop, I move to her. She stumbles back until she’s against the wall, and I point my finger in her face, lowering my voice to a deadly volume.
“If you even think about saying a word to her, I will fucking kill you,” I seethe.
Her eyes widen, lips part. I’ve never seen her scared before.
She’s pissed me off plenty, and normally she keeps her stupid I’m so cute you can’t really be mad at me look on her face, but now?
She knows I’m not fucking around. Doesn’t mean she’ll listen, but when she’s dead, she won’t have a choice.
I yank the door open and slam it behind me.
Once I’m back downstairs, I look out for my girl and find her back with her friend—and I realize right away that something is wrong.
Her friend is hardly standing up on her own.
The guy they’ve been hanging out with, someone Colton knows, is holding her up.
Sailor is talking to him, concern on her face, while the guy has on some charming smile like he’s trying to convince Sailor of something.
Hell fucking no.
I push through the crowd to get to the back, where I find Colton on a lounger by the pool—where he always fucking is.
“We got a problem,” I say to him. He’s mid-laugh, but his face falls and he gets to his feet immediately.
“What’s going on?”
I explain the situation to him, and he doesn’t hesitate to go inside and seek them out. I watch from the crowd.
Yes, I could have gone over there and figured this out myself, but I won’t ruin what Sailor and I have over some idiot frat boy. Had I not been able to find Colton, the situation would have been different. I would have gone over there if it was the only option.
Colton walks over, and I can see in his face he isn’t fucking around. I read his lips. What the fuck is going on?
Sailor looks at him carefully, assessing him as if she’s wondering if that’s me. It makes me smirk. Her gaze goes right down to his forearms, noting his sleeves are pulled up. Colorful tattoos.
Smart girl.
That idiot guy they’re with rolls his eyes and shoves Sailor’s friend at Colton like she’s a fucking piece of trash.
It takes everything in me not to go after him myself.
I’m not into that shit. I’m into some fucked up shit, I get that, but I’m not a fucking rapist and I’m not on board with rapists.
Douchebag runs out the door. Colton talks to Sailor, his arm still around Amelia, and I realize that I didn’t tell him not to say anything about me or my name.
Maybe Sailor would put it together, maybe she wouldn’t.
I have no idea. Knowing my name wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen, but she’d realize how much JT hits home.
I watch as Colton leads the girls upstairs, likely to the third floor that is off limits.
Except for a select few people, such as myself, who Colton knows he can trust. This is his house, and he throws a ton of parties.
People know the rules. He has a security system throughout the house and it alerts him any time someone goes up there.
I’d let him know I would be up there, and of course he was fine with it.
I stay at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for him to return.
“They good?” I ask.
“Yeah. The little one is drunk as fuck. The other one is fine, but I told them they could sleep it off.”
“And they just agreed?”
He smirks, leaning against the wall. “Little one did. Other one said she’ll stay awake.”
That sounds about right. I can’t imagine Sailor agreeing to sleep in a place like this. Unless I told her I knew what was going on and would watch her.
“So, that your girl, or what?” he asks.
“It’s complicated.”
He rolls his eyes. “Of course it is. You’re you.”
“Nah, not like that,” I say as we head through the kitchen. I grab another beer on the way to outside.
“Then like what?”
“Let’s just say… we’ve mutually agreed to play a very interesting game.”
His brow furrows, a small smile lingering on his lips. “Right.”
He drops into his chair, and I take up the one on the side of him, pulling out my phone.
Me: Are you good?
Little Dove: Yes. Thank you for that.
Me: How did you know it was me?
Little Dove: Who else would it be?
Me: Fair point. If you need to sleep, I’ll go sit in front of the door.
Little Dove: I’m okay. Not tired.
Me: If you change your mind, you know how to find me.
Little Dove: Thank you 3
A heart. A fucking heart. I blow out a breath and shove my phone into my pocket, then guzzle some beer. When I’m finished with it, I’m going up there whether Sailor likes it or not.