Sorrow (Cape Frost #1)

19

Hayes

“So you’re finally gonna get laid, huh?”

Boo looks a little too proud as he glances at the hallway like he’s worried his sister might hear, but that ship has sailed. He practically yelled it at me when I asked him why he wasn’t having dinner with us.”Looks like it, yeah.”

“Is it just a quickie before work, or are you actually going to spend some time with this one?”

He shrugs, picking a french fry off the plate I set out. “I don’t know yet. She’s cute and seems cool, but I’m a little busy these days. Chicks only dig personal vendettas when Hollywood actors are the ones doing it.”

Snorting, I snatch back the next fry he tries to take. “Hey, this food is for me and Samara, you’re eating something a little different tonight.”

Hopefully I am too.

“Oh, she’s Samara now?” he teases. “Haven’t heard you call her that since she was five.”

“That’s not true.” We both know it is, but I never said I wouldn’t lie period, just not to my Hurricane. “Whatever, things are different now.”

What the fuck did I just say?

“So you're not ready to kick her out yet? I've been trying to find her a place."

The thought of her not staying here makes me irrationally angry, only I can’t tell Boo that. Hell, I can’t even show it. “Nah, she can stay for now. I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle her mouth, but it turns out I can handle it just fine.”

Every single morning and night, preferably.

“Just tune her out like I do.”

I’d rather not. In fact, I’d prefer it if she was screaming in my face... with my cock buried inside of her.

I can’t think like this. The tension building inside of me toward that girl is days away from snapping, which means she’s days away from shooting her shot with that pansy. If I lose her to some dude who faints after a booboo, I might kill everyone. Starting with him. “Yeah, I do. About her... how do you feel about her wanting to leave this town behind?”

“She won’t,” he mutters. “She keeps saying it, but she has no job and no prospects of getting out.”

“She’s actually been helping me with my business.” Mostly a lie. “It’s not a full-time salary, but she’s saving now. It might be more attainable than you think.”

If he doesn’t know about her plan to leave with Nate, then it isn’t my place to tell him, but I also know it’s a huge possibility she’ll leave with or without him. Without me . “Would you be happy for her?”

“Not if she leaves with that fuckwit football player, but it’s not like I have to worry about that. She’s been here every night, right? He’s leaving for college in like three fuckin’ weeks.”

Three weeks. How could I forget?

There’s no way I hold off on fucking her anywhere near that length of time, and the second I do, she’ll go running to him.

“Yeah, she’s been here. Don’t think she even talks to him much right now.”

She doesn’t. I went through her phone .

“Well last I heard, he was telling people he wouldn’t fuck her until she got some experience, so I’m not real worried about it. Just don’t give her enough money to run off. Problem solved.”

Nodding, I turn back toward my food before he can steal more fries. “You gonna tell her you’re heading out?”

“Nah. Don’t wanna have to tell her why. I’ll see you later, yeah? And stay by your phone. I might need a little backup.”

“With the girl? Damn, never thought I’d hear you admit that,” I tease. “Thinking about another Eiffel Tower?”

“Fuck you,” he laughs. “I meant with the job. I think I’ve got a line on where The Sons are gonna be, and I’m not planning on showing up in the cruiser if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I hear you. I’ll keep the ringer on. Be safe out there.”

“Always.” He fidgets with his stupid broken badge and steals one more fry before he leaves, and it doesn’t take long for Sam to come out.

“I told you. I don’t have a choice, Hayes.”

“Choice about what?”

How long was she listening for ?

“You keep looking at me like I’m crazy for wanting Nate to get me out no matter what it takes. Boo will never leave, and he’ll never support me leaving. I don’t have a choice.”

Oh. That bullshit.

“Yeah, I got it. What’s your safeword again?”

Yeah. I’m not going to sit here and listen to her talk about Nate tonight.

“Frost.”

“Glad you remember. Take off your clothes and come get under the table for me. On your knees.”

She licks her lips but doesn’t hesitate to obey me. Her movements are much more fluid now than they were the first time as she slides to her knees and crawls under the table, making my body slump slightly in relief. I don’t want to fight with her tonight, I just want to consume her.

“Good girl.” I reach out to pet along her chin, thumbing her pouty bottom lip. “Open.”

Her lips part as her tongue peeks out, flicking over my thumb. “Can I have your cock, Hayes?”

I’ll make her suck it for a few seconds as I contemplate my next move. I wasn’t going to when I initially had her kneel for me, but now that she’s down there...

“You can. But don’t suck, just keep me warm as I eat. I want to feel you relax.”

Humming, Samara pulls my cock out and licks me from balls to tip, making me hiss. “Sorry,” she giggles, drawing me in and settling with her cheek on my thigh.

Something about her giggle has me smiling like a fucking idiot as I take a bite.

My other hand reaches down to pet her before I even realize what I’m doing, but the way she reacts to the gentle brushes of my thumb on her cheek is worth it. She nuzzles in, wrapping her arm around my calf and squeezing gently, and I swear that little hug changes something in me.

Everything about this feels right. It’s not something I can explain or even fully comprehend, but somehow my best friend’s annoying little sister — the one who has driven me crazy since the moment I met her with her wild hair and dirty fingernails — brings me peace.

I could start fucking her mouth, and she’d love it if I did, but feeling her truly relax for what feels like the first time has both of us floating here like nothing outside can touch us. I’m not forcing her into submission right now, she’s giving it freely, and for that reason I have a sudden and violent urge to kill anyone who poses a threat to her. Including Nate.

He may not be on the same level as The Sons, but in a way, he’s more dangerous. He has the power to steal her away and chip at the woman she is under the surface until she doesn’t recognize herself anymore.

It makes me want to murder him first.

“Doing so good for me, Hurricane.”

For me.

Me .

Not him.

She suckles once in gratitude and squeezes my leg, making me set my fork aside completely. Fuck this food.

“Do it again. Suckle that cock like it’s yours.”

Because it is.

Maybe I hate it a little, but it’s hers.

She lets out a hungry little moan before my cock disappears into her throat. She’s not suckling now, she’s blowing me like she’s dying for my cum. It’s just like my Hurricane to take a mile when she’s given a few inches.

These days, I’m finding it more endearing than irritating. Still, I need her to beg for it again .

Tugging her off by her hair is hard. My cock throbs angrily when the warmth of her mouth leaves me. “You want my cum? You think you’ve earned it, baby?”

Didn’t mean to call her that, but whatever.

As she catches her breath, I grip the base of my cock and slap her lips.

“I don’t know if I’ve earned it or not, but I think you deserve to come in a nice tight throat, don’t you?”

What a way to word it... she’s learning.

“I think you’ve earned it,” I say honestly. “Suck me like air is offensive to your lungs.”

I shove myself back inside with a growl, making her choke. There’s nothing flawless about the way she blows me and there probably never will be — but god damn, she knows what I want. It doesn’t matter that she can’t take it or that she’s gagging hard enough to make her eyes water, she’s not stopping.

She’s putting me and my pleasure above everything else, and if I had a heart, I’d give it to her right here and now. She’s fucking owning me, claiming me. And when her eyes roll as I leak into her throat, I know no other woman will ever make me feel this good again .

“Fuck,” I hiss, hips moving up whether I mean them to or not because I’m too fucking close already. Goddamnit. “Samara, I’m gonna fucking blow. Don’t s-stop.”

The little tease looks me dead in the eyes and stops, breathing for a moment, then fucking winks at me and buries my cock so deep in her throat, I feel like she’s stealing much more than just my cum when I let go.

An embarrassing whimper escapes me as she swallows everything I have to give, and as we sit there trying to breathe, I have this strange urge to pull her in close and never let her go.

It scares me much more than The Sons ever have.

She’s better at this than she thinks.

“So what’s for dinner?”

“Greedy girl... didn’t you just eat?”

I’m teasing, and the fact that she shows me her empty tongue with a grin only makes me feel even softer for her.

I don’t know what’s happening inside of me anymore, but somehow she clawed her way in there and is rearranging everything she touches. The craziest part about that is I don’t think I mind anymore.

I think I might want her in there.