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She yanks me up by my hair so that our faces are almost touching. Then she looks me in the eyes before slamming her lips against mine and digging her nails into my back. A burn remains in their wake, but I love the pain.

  I can’t fucking take it anymore. This shit is happening. I rip her dress the rest of the way off so she’s lying fully naked beneath me. She looks embarrassed at first, but then relaxes as she watches me undo my pants, pull them off and reach for my cock. I stroke it for a second to see how much she likes it. Her eyes look heated as she watches me.

  I stroke it a few more times before pulling a condom out of my pocket, ripping the wrapper open with my teeth and rolling it over my erection.

  Not wanting to wait another second, I grip the back of her neck while sliding inside of her. We both moan as I slowly push it in all the way and stop to give her body time to adjust to my thickness.

  “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”

  We’re both panting now as I press my lips to hers and fuck her while backing her up the stairs. We get higher with each thrust until we’re at the top of the stairs.

  Pushing into her, I pick her up and she grabs onto the top of the door frame while I roll my hips in and out, fucking her as hard as I can.

  Her grip tightens on the door frame as I grab her hair and yank back while pushing deep. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.” I thrust into her hard and long, causing her to pull on the door frame, almost ripping it off. “You’re so tight. Damn, my cock can hardly fit inside you.”

  The only sound around us is the sound of our heavy breathing and our sweaty bodies slapping together as I pleasure her. It feels so fucking good, but I want to get her in my bed.

  “Let go of the door frame,” I breathe in command. “Grab onto my hair, baby.”

  Squeezing her legs around me, she lets go of the door frame and grips onto my hair. Her hands rub the back of my head as if she enjoys touching me and wants more. It almost makes me want more. “Slade,” she moans. “I’m going to hate myself after this.”

  Slamming her against the wall, I thrust into her while biting her neck. “Well, until then you can fucking enjoy it.”

  The louder she screams, the harder I fuck her. I’ve been waiting for this for too long and I’m going to make sure she never fucking forgets the way my cock makes her scream. I want her to crave my fucking cock; to never think of another one besides mine and how it fucked her so good she couldn’t think straight, let alone walk. I want my cock to own her fucking pussy.

  We somehow make it to my bedroom door. I hold her against it, never stopping my assault on her body while turning the knob and pushing it open as I thrust in a steady rhythm. She grips me tighter when she realizes that there’s nothing behind her to support her any longer. I love having her hang on me and touch me all over. Her hands are roaming my body, taking it all in and I love it. It only proves more that she has been wanting me as long as I have wanted her.

  I take a few steps inside before tossing her on my bed. I quickly jump on behind her and flip her over so her ass is up in the air, facing me. I grab her by the hips, run my tongue up her pussy, then thrust into her slow and hard.

  She grips the blanket and moans as I reach around and play with her clit. “You want to fucking come again?” I rub it faster, while pushing into her, filling her to the hilt.

  She nods and pushes against me with her ass.

  “Show me how badly you want me to fuck you then, Aspen. Fucking take your hate and frustration out on me. Show me and I’ll make you come again.”

  I pull out of her and flip her over so she’s looking up at me from her back. Her legs are spread wide as she takes a few deep breaths and then sits up. “You want to see my hate?” She grabs me by the hair and jumps at me so we both fall off the bed with her on top of me. “You’re not the only one that has frustration to get out.”

  Straddling me, she slaps me across the face and then grabs my hair before sinking onto my cock and biting my ear.

  Holy shit.

  I’m so fucking turned on that I could bust my load right fucking now, but I won’t. This is going to last as long as I can make it. This feels too good to stop.

  Grabbing her by the hips, I close my eyes and moan while she rides me. “Bite me again and I will pick you up, bind your hands behind your head and fuck you so hard that it hurts.”

  I don’t know if she thinks I’m only messing around or if she really just wants it hard, but she bites into my ear again and tugs on my hair.

  I flip her over so that I’m between her legs. Then I look her in the eyes and smirk. “You fucking asked for it.”

  She lets out a little yelp as I pick her up, hold her hands above her head and slam her into the wall. “Fuck me, Slade,” she moans. “I want your big fucking dick deep inside of me. I want to see how long you’ve been wanting me. I want to know that I’m not the only one that’s been suffering.”

  Hearing her say those words releases some kind of beast inside of me. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so hard in my life. She knows just the right things to trigger me and get what she wants. She wants me to make her scream again. I can’t hold back. Pleasing her turns me on more than anything.

  Fuck!

  Thrusting back into her, I place one hand around her throat while holding her hands above her head with the other. I push in so hard and deep that she screams and scratches at my hands. She wants her hands freed to punish me and I want the same.

  I release her hands and they immediately find my back and scratch long and deep as my movements pick up. I feel her starting to tremble and I know she’s getting close. Our lips meet each other’s and I grab her face, forcing her to look me in the eyes as I make her come.

  She moans and screams against my lips so I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and move fast and hard to finish myself off.

  It only takes her kissing me hard and pulling my hair before I find myself busting my nut deep inside her still throbbing pussy. We both moan as I release myself as deep as I can. I’m not used to releasing myself inside anyone and the sensation is fucking fantastic. I usually pull out, but this felt too good to even think about it.

  We stand here for several seconds, looking each other in the eyes before I pull out of her and set her back down on the floor.

  I rub my hands over her face before leaning in and kissing her. She freezes at first, but then grabs the back of my head and slowly caresses her tongue with mine. It’s soft, slow and hot. The most intimate kiss I’ve had in years. I’m not sure how to react.

  I pull away from the kiss and back away from her. She watches me with a strange look in her eyes before turning away from me and placing her hands over her face.

  She sighs before speaking. “I’m going back downstairs before Cale gets home. I’m sorry. This should never have happened.”

  I yank the condom off my dick and toss it onto one of my old shirts. I just stand there and watch as she walks toward the door. Before I can stop myself, I say, “Wait.”

  She stops and waits for me to walk over to her. Stopping in front of her, I cup her face and pull it up so I can look her in the eyes. I just have to look into them and see how I make her feel; see that I pleasured her beyond belief. “Your eyes are the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever seen.”

  She swallows hard as her eyes dance back and forth before she closes them, as if embarrassed. “In case you’re wondering, no I didn’t lose a contact. I was born this way, alright? I’ll save you trouble from the silly question.”

  “I wasn’t even going to ask you that. I noticed your eyes from the very first time I laid eyes on you. They’ve never changed. I’m not as fucking stupid as some people.”

  She laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound I have heard from her. I’ve never heard her laugh before and it’s nice to see this side of her. “Yeah, well I’m glad you’re smarter than most. I would hate to have another reason to hate you. I already have too many to count.”

  This makes me laugh. “Is that right?” I
pick her up by her hips and set her on my desk. “I can show you a few good reasons not to hate me.” I pause as I lick my lips. “Oh yeah. I already have.”

  She punches my chest, but this time it’s playful and not out of pure hate or fuck me anger. I catch her fist and bite it to tease her. “You’re such an ass. Do you know that?”

  I nod my head and bite her harder while smiling up at her. She laughs and starts tickling me when I don’t let go. “Ouch! Let go, Slade.” She laughs and tickles me harder.

  I didn’t realize I was ticklish until now. I find myself squirming until I finally release her fist and let her jump down from the desk. She smiles at me and clears her throat. “Okay . . . I’m going now. Goodnight.”

  “Why not just sleep in my bed?” I grab her body from behind and pull it close to mine. I have no idea what I’m saying or doing. All I know is that it’s late and I’m tired as shit. “Let Cale have his bed tonight. I’m pretty sure he’s bringing some chick home. He’s going to need the privacy.”

  She hesitates before spinning around in my arms. “You don’t mind me sleeping in your bed?” Her eyes narrow as she watches for my reaction.

  For some fucking reason, at the moment, I don’t. “Nah. Tomorrow you can go back to hating me from a distance. Tonight, you can hate me from my fucking bed.”

  I watch her as she walks past me and crawls into my bed. She doesn’t say another word. She just looks up at me and keeps her eyes on me until I crawl in beside her and flip the lamp off. It only takes a few minutes before I crash out.

  * * *

  It’s the middle of the night and I try to roll over, but I can’t. That’s when I realize that there’s a body draped over mine. My eyes shoot open and I sit up in a panic, causing Aspen to move but not wake up. I forgot she was in my bed.

  I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking when I asked her to sleep in my bed with me, but it’s so unlike me. It must’ve been the adrenaline of finally getting her to have sex with me. That’s my only excuse.

  Stepping out of bed, I search for a cigarette in the darkened room, open the window and light it. I really need to get my shit together. My whole body is shaking and I’m covered in fucking sweat.

  I take a huge drag, close my eyes and let the harsh smoke fill my lungs before releasing it. I have to admit that she looks fucking beautiful lying there naked on my sheets and the thought of slipping back inside her is eating at me. It felt good. A lot fucking better than I expected it to. I had never been so turned on in my life.

  Fuck!

  I put my cigarette out on the windowsill and take a deep breath while running my fingers through my hair, to keep from punching something. I need to get the fuck out of here. I need to go down to our gym and work this shit off. Like now.

  Fucking get a grip, Slade.

  Chapter Twelve

  Aspen

  Rolling over, I lazily open my eyes and stretch; a very long, hard stretch. It only takes me a few seconds for my eyes to focus and remember where I’m at: Slade’s room. Panic sets in and I sit up straight, pulling the sheet over my naked body. I was sleeping so well that I forgot where the hell I was at. Not a good thing. Not good at all.

  Shit! Shit! Shit!

  I back up against the wall and look around to see I’m alone in the big, quiet room. Slade must have gotten up in the middle of the night and left. A part of me is glad. The last thing I want to do is face his smug ass and listen to him rub in the fact that he finally got what he wanted; not to mention that is was great. It was the best I’ve ever had and I can’t deny it. My body already gave me away.

  I tried so hard to resist. I really did, but he’s too good. He’s damn good at getting what he wants and he knows it. He knew I would eventually cave in and put my hate and frustration into fucking him. It’s what he wanted. He likes it rough and meaningless. Well, that’s exactly what he got.

  While mentally cursing to myself, I jump out of his bed and look around for something to put on. I really need to get out of his room before he comes back. I don’t want to see him right now. I can’t.

  Shit. Why did I let him rip my dress?

  Cale is probably downstairs sleeping on the couch and there’s no way I’m going down there naked and risking him waking up to see me. I really doubt he needed the bedroom like Slade said. I think Slade just wanted another thing that he could be in control of. Well, I’m sick of him being in control. I’m out of here.

  I rush over to the closet, almost tripping over the sheet, but I catch myself just in time and untangle it from my legs. Reaching for the handles, I slide the doors apart and step into his very big and neat closet. I’m surprised to see how organized he actually is; shocked actually.

  I walk all the way to the back in hopes I can find an old shirt that he will never miss. I don’t know how he would react to me wearing one of his good shirts. When I get to the back my eyes land on a huge row of business suits; very expensive looking business suits.

  What. The. Hell.

  I run my fingers across them while counting inside my head.

  . . . 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14. Fourteen suits! Why so many?

  I look up to see there are more suits stacked up on the top shelf of his closet. I don’t understand what kind of stripper slash fucking bartender needs so many suits. Nice ones at that. These look and feel very expensive.

  Pulling my eyes away, I take a step back and look around. There are stacks of shoe boxes with expensive brand names lined up under the hanging suits. Then, to my right there is a whole rack of ties. There is definitely more to Slade than I know; more than what he shows us. I’m definitely curious.

  Gripping the sheet tighter, I walk back toward the front of the closet and look up at the shelf when I notice a pile of plain black shirts stacked on top of each other. I’m pretty positive he won’t miss one of these.

  I reach up and try to pull the bottom one out from the stack, but am not having much luck. I’m all the way on my tip toes and I can still barely get it in my reach.

  Come on . . .

  My fingers pinch the thin fabric and I tug, pulling the whole pile down with it, along with a shoe box. The shoe box lands on its side with the lid knocked off, causing a bunch of pictures and letters to fall out. I quickly struggle to gather the belongings and stuff them back inside before Slade comes back. The last thing I want him to think is that I’m snooping through his things. He definitely would not be happy about that.

  After getting everything stuffed back inside, I am just about to replace the lid when a photograph catches my eye; one that has me very curious. I set the lid down beside me and reach into the box. My eyes scan the ultrasound, checking out dates, names and any other thing that may give me a clue as to why Slade has it stacked away in his things.

  Helena Valentine, December 2011.

  The baby is huge. It has to be at least eight months gestation. It’s from over two years ago. It makes me wonder if this child is his. I really cannot imagine him with a child. It doesn’t seem like him.

  Setting the photo aside, I dig a little deeper into the box to find photos of a very beautiful pregnant woman. She has long, blonde hair, sun kissed skin and a flawless smile. She looks happy; like the happiest woman on earth. She’s holding her swollen belly, showing it off to the world as if she’s the proudest woman in the world.

  In a few of the photos, Slade is in the pictures with her, but he looks different; much different.

  He’s clean cut with short black hair, no tattoos and the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I also notice that the scar on his cheek isn’t present in the pictures. He looks so happy; nothing like the Slade I see today. He’s laughing in almost every single one of them and even kissing her belly in one. He’s wearing a suit in a few of them. He looks very professional and handsome.

  I hate to feel like I’m prying, but it makes me wonder where this Helena is at. Where is this baby? Did he leave her and now regrets it? Is she still around, but a dark secret that he doesn’
t want anyone to know about? There are so many possibilities that my head is spinning. I feel lightheaded trying to piece it all together. Slade may be a lot of things, but I don’t take him for reckless abandonment.

  I’m sitting here just staring, in a daze, when all of a sudden I feel someone standing above me. My heart sinks to my stomach when I look up and see the hurt look in Slade’s eyes. He’s looking back and forth between me and the box. I instantly drop the photos and hold my breath, not knowing what to expect.

  He’s standing above me with his jaw steeled and his fists balled at his sides. His body is slick with sweat and his hair is dripping with water as if he’s just worked out. His eyes are quick to change from hurt to pure anger and rage. I’ve never seen someone so angry.

  “What the fuck are you doing in here?” He grips the door frame and squeezes as hard as he can. His muscles flex so hard that his arms are shaking and his veins are popping out. “Did I say you could go through my things?”

  I scramble to my feet and grip the sheet against me. “No. I wasn’t trying to snoop. I was looking for a shirt to-”

  “Yeah. I can fucking see that. It must have been by fucking accident then. Am I right?” His jaw clenches even harder as he reaches for my arm and pulls me to him.

  He looks me in the eyes for a second and I almost see them soften; a glimpse of hope that he wants to talk to me and let me in. I can’t help what comes out next. “Where are they? Did you break her heart and leave her? What about your child?”

  He takes a deep breath and backs us out of the closet before slamming the doors behind me and punching the wall. “Get the fuck out!” He reaches in his dresser, grabs a shirt and tosses it to me. I catch it while trying to keep my composure. “There. That’s what the fuck you were looking for. Now. Get. Out.”

  I clutch the shirt against my body and watch as he leans over the dresser and takes a long, deep breath. He stays in the same position for a moment before knocking everything over to the floor and then pushing his dresser over as well.