Page 117 of Bleed Me

I almost had him. I almost had Giver back, but Delilah starting a car in the garage spooked Kenny, activating his protector.

Releasing me, Dick growled, “Where is that bitch going now?” He swiftly side-stepped me. Again, I tried to stop him, but Dick didn’t show restraint with his strength like Giver.

Running along the side of the house, I raced to catch up to him. Knowing I couldn’t overpower him, I had to resort to outsmarting him. Throwing my arms around his waist from behind, I let one palm grab a handful of his crotch.

Dick jerked to a stop right before reaching the edge of the garage where the noisy door was rolling upward. When he took a step backward, I knew he wanted to feel more of me up against him, so I stood still. But… let my hand fall.

As soon as I did, the smart fucker outsmarted me at my own game. He took a step forward, but not far enough for my hand to not be able to reach him again. Dick was playing with me and my battle to protect Delilah.

“Tick-tock,” he toyed. He knew I was running out of time as a blue with black stripes ‘69 SS Camaro started backing out of the driveway.

“Dick. Please. I made a promise.”

“Nice car, eh, Justice? Let’s see if my bike can catch it.”

We both knew his HOG would catch up to that car, even if we took our time walking back to his bike. The problem wasn’t even what he would’ve done had he caught her. It was what I would’ve had to do to stop him. If I pull a gun on my husband, would I have the heart to use it?

The answer was no. No part of me could bring him harm. It’s despicable, I know, but I would rather watch him destroy the whole world before hurting him.

That left me with one option.

“You win,” I surrendered, my hand finding its way to cup him again. “Get out of her sight or the deal is off—”

My back was shoved against the hard wall, and Dick pressed his body to mine, right before headlights shined to where we had just stood. His kiss was possessive and domineering, and I hated that it affected me. But this was my husband, who I was endlessly attracted to. And Dick desired me like a snake craving heat. I hadn’t fucked Giver in over a week, the longest we had ever gone. So, I cheated on my husband… with my husband.

Hungry hands yanked two guns from my waistline, tossed them to the ground, then unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. “You know what I want, Justice.”

I did, and I was ashamed that I was going to give it to him.

Delilah’s car disappeared into the night as Dick dropped to his knees, spreading my legs apart. He tapped his right shoulder.

Already panting for air and a release by the man I loved, I swung my leg over that shoulder. My head knocked against the wall behind me because Dick didn’t even pause before devouring my pussy. He owned my core with a vengeance because I hadn’t given it to him since Giver asked me not to.

With that beautiful hot mouth tearing me apart, there was no possibility of not reacting. My body didn’t betray me. My heart did. I was madly in love with the man between my thighs.

As soon as I was hot, wet, and desperate—grinding against his tongue and lips—Dick knew he had me right where he needed me, to get even more.

His cruel chuckle was the last of his mouth I was going to get. With rapid speed, he was suddenly standing, spinning me, and shoving my vested chest to the wall. Rough hands tilted my hips back and up. “I’m about to fuck my girl.”

The pooling wetness at my core spoke of a different truth, but I replied, “I’m not your girl.”

With a fist full of hair, he yanked my head back, then thrust. We both moaned as he pushed inside me. The incredible sensations of the plunging cock I knew like no other, had me sinking into the wall with relief and regret. It was a battle between the need for my husband and a promise I had made to him.

Grunts echoed in the darkness as I betrayed my husband while trying to save his life from a personality who was hellbent on making it chaotic.

Strong fingers rubbed my clit, causing chills to charge through my whole body as a tear slid down my cheek. “Nah,” Dick whispered before his tongue licked me free of the tear. “Don’t cry. Just come.” I exploded on his dick as he sunk so deep inside me, I was sure he could feel my broken heart.

Walking back to the bike was my first walk of shame. And it only got worse when Dick held up my cell phone in his hand. I had just tucked my guns back in my jeans and hadn’t even noticed my phone missing.

After patting my now empty front pockets, I glared at him. “You fucking prick!”

“No. It’s Dick.” He rolled his eyes, patronizing me.

I held out my palm. “Give it to me now.”

Nonchalantly, he shrugged while handing it over. “I didn’t want the minions bothering us while we fucked. Might want to check A-sap. It’s been buzzing like a motherfucker.”

I gasped. “No!”