Run From Me (Barbed Wire Hearts #2)

7. Xander

SEVEN

xander

She was a giant pain in my fucking ass.

Did I have regrets? Sure, and not just because I’d obviously unleashed some major sexual frustration, but because I was now heading to blue ball city and it was my fault.

I slapped her ass as she struggled against my grip. Woman didn’t know what the hell was good for her.

I caught Cas’s eye as I waved, turning toward the back door. I struggled to swallow my anger, or maybe it was my own stupidity, as I pushed open the door to the lot.

“Leaving already?” asked one of the younger guys.

I nodded. “Business.”

He didn’t even blink. Loyalty was everything, and if I wasn’t willing to talk, he was willing to just let it be.

“Help. He’s kidnapping me,” Calliope shouted. My hand might have shifted higher and gripped her inner thigh, making her squeal.

“No one is going to help you, Sparky.”

I stopped at my car and contemplated whether she was dumb enough to try to run off. Best not tempt fate.

I opened the driver’s side door and slid her down my body until her feet hovered over the ground.

“What the hell, Xander? I am here for Rylee. Go fuck yourself. I’m going back. I don’t know why I thought having a date was required or something. Maybe it was just paranoia on my part.”

She was captive in my arms.

“A date?” I raised my eyebrow at that, and when she didn’t speak, I lost my ability to remain silent.

“Rylee is fine.” My molars were starting to ache as I clenched my teeth. “You said this was a favor, Calliope. Not a date. I don’t date.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she squirmed against me, reminding me I still hadn’t put her down.

“I didn’t mean date-date. I meant a male from the Spectors who took me as his plus one. Well, my bad that I asked you. Who’s the other big guy in there? How come he isn’t the one hanging out in the morgue with me?”

My nostrils flared as I tried to fucking breathe one deep breath at a time, and I was losing.

“Zeid? Why isn’t Zeid the one sniffing around the morgue and chasing off the Vipers you somehow pissed off enough they branded you? Because I’d have killed him, and he fucking knows it. Don’t fucking ask about my brother, Sparky. You have no idea what I am capable of.”

She squirmed.

“Oh, don’t I? Of course I got the stupid, territorial, piss-on-the-girl brother. Zeid seems nice.”

The lot was fucking dark at this time of the night, and I couldn’t see the exact set of Calliope’s face and nor could she see mine or the way I leaned in and claimed her lips.

I claimed her lips like the asshole she wanted me to be, nipping at her lower lip as I shifted my grip and pulled her up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I ripped the tiny bit of fabric that qualified as panties in seconds, and this time I let her recklessness fuel my fucking fury.

I pulled my lips from her and moved my lips to her ear.

“What did you think you could do? Fuck a Spector and live happily ever after?”

She whimpered when I slipped a finger inside her pussy a little more roughly than I’d meant to, but she was under my skin. We needed her information, but was she the one using me?

“Is that what you wanted? You want me to fuck you? And what? Toss you back to the fucking Vipers? So you could tell them we raped you? Or better yet, hang it over Ripple’s head to make him jealous? What’s your fucking angle?”

I slipped in a second finger, pressing her back against the back door, holding her ass in my other hand.

“I didn’t have?—”

Her words cut off as she moaned. That damn sound pissed me off even more, but because no one else could be allowed to hear her moan. I slammed my mouth to hers and swallowed the sound. I was too far gone. So far from logic that it didn’t fucking matter what her reason was. I needed her to come around my cock. I needed Calliope.

I shifted us, turning her in my arms, pushing her into the open driver’s side door, and pulled her to me, ass up in the air.

“If this is all you want, then fine. I’ll give you what you want.”

It was dark, but the glistening of her pussy caught in the small remnants of light, and I couldn’t stop even if I had the conscience of a saint.

I had my pants undone and my hardened shaft freed; the first bit of relief I’d had since seeing her tonight.

I leaned over her, the car not made for my size, but it would do just fine. I nearly groaned as the head of my cock slid through her slick pussy, but I didn’t push further.

I covered her with my body, holding her waist with my arm and pulling her close, but not letting her have any control. I wrapped my free hand around her neck and pulled her into my chest.

“You wanted this. But just know I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

And without waiting for her to say a damn thing, I thrust forward. She was so wet. Fucking hell, she wanted this. But even so, I hadn’t given her the time she needed, and I’d feel like a prick later. Right now my cock twitched as I pushed through that tight entrance of hers, feeling those tight muscles squeezing around me. She grunted, but I shifted my hand from her neck to her mouth.

“Don’t you dare make a sound. No one gets to hear what you sound like when I fuck you. No one but me.”

And I did. I thrust inside her rough and quick. My balls slapped her ass as I pounded inside her. The hand around her waist, I moved it to give me access to the nub between her legs. I wanted to know what it felt like to have her come around me. I’d never given a shit about a woman, but even pissed off as I was, I wanted her to come and remember who gave her the best orgasm of her life.

My fingers found her sensitive clit, and as I played with her, stroking her and thrusting inside her, her breathing changed. I could hear the moans she couldn’t swallow down and that couldn’t be muffled by my hand.

I took her over and over, my own body sweating in restraint as I refused to come until she was fucking milking my cock, begging for more.

My own breathing betrayed me, but she felt so fucking amazing. She bucked against me as I pressed my finger down on her clit, and seconds later the walls of her core clamped down around me and pulsed as her arms seem to shake trying to support herself.

I fucked her through her orgasm, trying to make her pay for pissing me off. I wanted her to feel every fucking inch of me and keep coming until her body couldn’t take anymore, but I wasn’t going to do that in a parking lot.

My pace quickened as my balls tightened. I could feel my own release coming, and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I slammed into her again and again and released her mouth so I could grab her hips and hold her right where I wanted her. Her cries were caught in her throat, and only when she said my name did I let myself come inside her as I thrust one last time.

All that hate and anger seemed to die the moment my mind came back online.

Fuck. What was happening to me? What was I going to do when I had to give her back to the Vipers?

I had one boot on the ground outside the car and my knee was up on the seat from my attempts at positioning myself in the best way to fuck her.

I was never going to see this car the same way ever.

Slowly I pulled out her whimper not lost on me.

“Shit. Did I, did I, uh… Did I hurt you?”

She wasn’t moving even as I zipped myself up. She sort of just curled up in a ball and shifted inside the car. I guess that was one way to make sure she didn’t escape.

She was still breathing heavily, and fear had my balls in a vice grip. Why did I care if I’d hurt her? Why did I care about anything she even said?

“Hurt me? God no. If you were trying to prove you weren’t flaccid, you win.”

Slowly, she righted her dress and moved to a sitting position.

I sidled in next to her and watched as she pulled down her visor to look in the mirror.

“Well, thanks for that. I feel better. I don’t get out and party often, so I’m going back in now. Open bar? My boss can deal with any dead bodies tonight. It’s not fair that he just expects me to work?—”

I cut her off when I grabbed her and spun her toward me and kissed her. There was zero logic to it, I just couldn’t watch those lips of hers rant.

Her eyes no longer glistened from alcohol, and even though it still ran through her veins, she was aware of exactly what we were doing. Exactly what I’d just done.

Her anger was a little less though, or I guessed so, since she wasn’t beating me.

The sweet taste of her danced over my tongue as I pressed past her lips, prodding her to open for me.

This time she broke the kiss and the sharp sting of her hand on my cheek fueled a rage that always simmered just below the surface.

“You… you…” she sputtered.

I smirked.

“Thanks for that reality check, Sparky. Also, you just signed your own fate.” I held her to me as I fumbled to get my keys and she played, thinking she’d escape me.

I slammed the door as my grip hardened over her thigh.

“You like it rough then, Sparky?”

She yelped as I ran my hand over her thigh, stopping right where I could feel the dampness between her legs.

“I can play rough.”

Her breasts rose and fell, giving away just how calm she wasn’t, or maybe she was turned on.

“I… no. Just you. You’re fucking confusing,” she said.

The car was snug as I abandoned my place between her legs and instead slipped an arm around her waist and righted her so I could drive.

Confusing? Me? I ran hot or cold. Really, that should be pretty damn clear. I wasn’t a well of complex thoughts and feelings. I liked pussy and I liked blood. Sometimes the two combined.

“I’m confusing?” I asked.

I gripped the steering wheel while I kept one arm around her, and it wasn’t quite the dirty trick I could make it. I just needed to know she wasn’t trying to run.

“Yes, you. You’re confusing. I would have sworn on my father’s grave you wanted me. Back at the house? And then when you came into the morgue? I haven’t got all fucking year to wait for you to ask me out, so I did it. I mean, sure. I was more than a little worried the Vipers would stop me otherwise. I really—” She stopped.

Really what?

“Really what, Sparky?”

“Nothing. Just take me back to the morgue.”

I didn’t like this. I didn’t like that she was this angry about me stopping myself and showing some kind of self-control until there was no self-control left in me.

This was a first for me. I’d lost my shot plenty, and it cost lives. Never this, though. Pussy never won.

“So you think I’m into you, and yet I show some kind of respect and you threaten to go fuck one of my guys?”

I still hadn’t turned on the car. I was too busy staring out into the dark of the alley lot, analyzing why the fuck she was so far under my damn skin.

I waited for several seconds. Or maybe it was a minute. Who the hell knew?

“And now you’re quiet?”

I could feel her under the hand I kept around her.

“I need to know how deep you’re in with the Vipers. I literally threatened one of them, and that could start a damn war. Not that shit’s been all rainbows and unicorns, but you have the fucking balls to threaten to fuck a Spector on top of it all?”

The only sound in the car was a sigh.

“You ever just want to be wanted by someone you want?”

Had I?

I started the car and moved my arm from her waist to place my hand on her thigh again.

“Look. I don’t do all the feels and shit. If you mean on a physical level? Yeah. Sure, it sucks to get turned down. But this? That wasn’t what this was.”

I turned out of the lot and headed back to the morgue. We really did need to get some things sorted out. I also needed to get Rylee and Cas a wedding present.

“Hey. Can you get me up to the ICU?”

I was really good at changing subjects. Especially when I didn’t want to think about what had just happened.

I was really good at ignoring the fact I simply wasn’t ready to drop her off and let the Vipers have access to her.

“I… Yeah. Sure. Why?”

I made a turn and headed toward the hospital's main campus. The city morgue was still in an older facility from before the much nicer and state-of-the-art facility was built. Lucky me, perhaps I had a way to get in that wasn’t going to involve as much blood and bribery as I’d originally thought.

“I want to give Cas and Rylee a wedding present. You don’t have to come, but it would make this a bit easier and probably a lot more fun.”

She was quiet for a second.

“Tell me the plan,” she said, shifting in her seat.

I cleared my throat against whatever the hell was making my chest tighter. The idea of her by my side? She was just one more fling, and I needed that to be it.

“I want to make someone disappear. Someone who hurt my family.”

She didn’t wait for any more details, and a moment later, I could hear something very different in her voice. No more hurt. No more vulnerability.

“You tell me the who, and I’ll make sure it’s untraceable. I know exactly where we can get the right kinds of drugs.”

I gave her thigh a little squeeze.

“That’s my girl, Sparky. This can be from the both of us.”

She shifted and, damn it, if that little dress didn’t ride up and her pussy didn’t just graze my damn knuckles.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy, woman?”

Her hand slid over my thigh as she got closer. Sure, I’d always loved the vintage of this car, but the bench seats, right now? Fucking hell. She sat thigh to thigh with me and between that and the idea of getting revenge for Cas? It was a lethal combination for any resolve I was trying to muster.

“Maybe? I might seem nice, but deep down? I want what I want, and I am really tired of being controlled.”

I let out a whistle that I promptly choked on when her hand rested against my cock.

“I don’t really know if I’m going to die tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or maybe even the day after that. I don’t like to think much more than a day or two ahead,” she paused and rubbed at the bulge pressing against my jeans like my hard-on had ever really gone down since fucking her over this seat only a few minutes ago.

“If you want my help, then you have to give me what I want in return,” she said.

It took all my power to keep focusing on the road.

“Sparky, watch what you ask for. You still haven’t told me what your agreement is with the Vipers.”

My breathing was coming out a little shakier with every breath.

“What does it matter? What they don’t know can’t hurt either of us.”

I white-knuckled the steering wheel, but this woman was going to crack my fucking resolve.

“Believe me, it can hurt both of us. Oil and water do not mix.”

She pressed against my crotch, basically shutting me up.

“I’ve never been with someone quite like you, Xander,” she said as a whisper against my neck.

All the blood was traveling south for the moment, and I wasn’t really processing shit. I wanted to question that statement. I didn’t like the idea of anyone even touching her, let alone thinking I might just be another notch on her bedpost. Hypocritical, really, but fuck, I wanted to be the only man on her mind and in her bed.

“You’re one scary guy, Xander. You know that?”

I shifted in my seat, trying to get some kind of relief from my pants that were definitely too tight. The way she was stroking me through the damn fabric?

“Woman, you have no idea how scary I can be.”

She chuckled.

“Maybe you can show me. That little show in the parking lot? Not really scary,” she said as she leaned against me, crawling up my body until her teeth tugged at my earlobe.

“Sure. Right.”

Right what? There wasn’t a solid thought going on in my brain right now. I needed more than four words here, but shit.

“Look, Calliope, if you keep doing that, I am going to lose the battle of being some kind of gentleman.”

I swear to fucking god, she just pressed harder, and I damn near came in my pants at her touch.

“I don’t want a gentleman. You ever think of that? I want someone to fuck me. I want to piss off the Vipers with someone who might actually be able to win against them.”

She was nearly in my lap, and I wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t smart. Dangerous even. This car ride was getting me in more trouble. Fuck if I wasn’t enjoying it though. But then her words filtered through.

“No.”

There was no stopping the rumble that came through my chest as she unfastened the button to my jeans. I shifted.

“There is no winning, Calliope. You don’t seem to even know the rules, princess.”

“Rules? There don’t seem to be rules for anyone but me,” she said.

I slid my hand between her thighs because this was all beyond my control now that she was so close. I was fairly certain she wasn’t going to jump from the moving car as her lips made their way down toward my cock.

No. Most certainly she wasn’t fucking jumping out of the car and I was trying my damnedest to keep the car on the road.

I tried to shift my hips as she teased the tip of my cock where it poked out of the top of my jeans, and she slowly slid down the zipper.

“Calliope, you really don’t know what you are playing at.”

I shut my mouth as her lips closed around the thick crown of my length. Her fingers ran along the ridge of my cock, and hell if I wasn’t already hers.