Chapter 5

"Fine. I'm coming home with you. No need to beg."

"Damn right, you are," I tell Allie and lift her on the hood of my car. She's wearing skinny jeans, but as I slip a finger under the waistband, I can easily tell she's not wearing underwear. Just her bare, smooth skin.

I cup her face and pepper her with kisses—from her lips to her button nose to her neck, and even the pulse between her collarbones.

She giggles and lamely pushes me back. "I stink, Tris. I haven't showered yet."

"Doesn't make you any less delectable."

People are still milling about, but few will actually care about a pair of strangers making out in the parking lot. Besides, it's a bit dimmer here than the rest of the area. Smiling through the kiss, I slip between her thighs, and this little seductress automatically wraps her legs around my waist.

The kiss deepens, and the world disappears. It's just me and Allie. Me and the girl of my dreams. Me and the woman I'm marrying.

"Allison?" A male voice pierces through the lust fogging my brain.

I swivel my head to tell him to go fuck off, but he doesn't even spare me a glance. He looks at Allie with a look of pure disgust and disappointment. I don't know who he is at first, but I won't mind rearranging that face. He looks like the guy in med school who only managed to get in because of his daddy's connections.

The longer I stare, the more I'm convinced he's the same guy. Slicked back blonde hair, a mole under his eye, and a perpetual smug expression—a punchable face for sure. I try to remember the name Allie mentioned, and yes, he's definitely that same one. I didn't realize it before. Small world, huh?

"Bryce?" I say.

He doesn't look my way, just shoves his hands into the pockets of his white jeans. "Shut up, dude. I'm not talking to you. Allison, what are you doing here?"

Allie, my beautiful Allie, raises a brow and shrugs. "What do you mean? I'm not allowed anywhere?"

"No. Why are you in a parking lot making out with some random dude?"

To my surprise, Allie flicks her gaze to me and then to him. "What makes you think he's a random dude?" She wraps one arm around my neck, pulls me closer, and sucks my bottom lip between her teeth. Jesus. This girl.

Bryce chuckles darkly. "You've been stringing me along, then? Leading me to think you wanted me then go ahead and fuck someone else? You bitch. Melissa needs to find better friends."

I disentangle from Allie and waste no time lunging forward. I'm taller than Bryce by maybe two inches, but he's someone who spends almost every waking hour in the gym. I don't faze him. He's not bothered by the fury pouring out of my pores.

And that's the thing. I'm someone who doesn't like violence, but when it comes to Allie, all bets are off. I learned to fight years ago just so I could protect her from both creeps and assholes like Bryce. I was in Krav Maga and Jiu-jitsu classes. I know how to take down men larger and stronger than me.

Bryce's guard is already down because he thinks I'm no match for him. So one minute, he's standing, and the next, he's lying on the concrete ground in a daze—equally baffled and in disbelief.

I don't wait for him to get up. I crouch and fist his knitted blue sweater. "You don't remember me, Bryce, because you breezed through med school like a typical privileged white boy who's used to things being handed to him." His eyes widen at that, and he studies my face, probably trying to place me. "Does your daddy know you talk to women like that? Because I distinctly remember him encouraging us to report anyone who disrespected females in his department."

This time, he darts his eyes like a cornered animal, so I double down and say, "Imagine getting kicked out of med school by your own father."

"Please don't," he finally croaks out.

"Then apologize to Allie."

His eyes continue to flicker with fear as he turns to Allie. "I'm sorry, Allison. I was way out of line. You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry."

Allie crosses her arms over her chest, her face blank. "I never led you on, Bryce. You asked to go out with me multiple times, and I said no multiple times. When a woman says no, it's a no. Even a fifth grader understands that simple word."

Bryce nods repeatedly. "Yes, got it."

I loosen my hold on his shirt and stand. "Now go."

He can't run fast enough, and he doesn't even look back, just hightails out of there like the devil himself is on his heels. Douchebag.

"That was so hot, Tris."

I spin on my heel to find Allie crossing her legs, rubbing her thighs together, and throwing me a sultry look. She slides the strap of her top down her shoulder, and her eyes blaze with desire.

See, I am a simple man. My girl gets horny, I get horny. My girl wants to get fucked, then I will fuck her. The lust building between is so thick I can taste it on my tongue and feel it lighting my veins.

I slam my mouth to hers and carry her unceremoniously to the backseat of my car. It's too small for me to do anything, but Allie solves the problem by forcing me to sit.

Like I said, she doesn't have underwear on, so when she slides the pants off, I'm immediately greeted by her pussy. I try to unbuckle my pants, but she smacks my hand and does it herself.

My cock springs free, jutting against my stomach. Before I get a good grasp of what she's doing, Allie wraps her hand around the shaft and licks the bead of pre-come on the head.

Fuck me.

She manages to fit herself in the space between my legs, kneels, and takes me in her mouth. My hand flies to her hair, winding it around my knuckle as her head moves up and down. The sound of her spit on my cock, slurping and sucking, is so filthy that I almost come right there and then.

"Ride me, Bun. Fuck. Ride me please."

I don't need to tell her twice. She straddles my lap and grips my staff, sinking slowly until she impales herself. Her eyes flutter, and she whimpers breathily, throwing her head back as she grinds.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she pushes my head in between her tits. The car isn't turned on, and it's getting increasingly hot inside. Beads of sweat run down my spine, and when I lift her top, she's sweating too. My shirt and her top come off in two seconds flat.

The car is filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping, moans, whimpers, grunts, and heavy breathing. Kneading her butt cheeks, I graze her other hole with my finger, and she jerks.

"No, Bun. Not today. Someday, I'm gonna explore that tight virgin hole. Say yes."

"Yes," she breathes.

"Good. Now ride me harder."

And ride she does. With her mouth breathing hotly on my neck, she yanks my hair and rotates her hips, panting and whimpering.

"Come for me, Bun. Come on my cock."

She screams through clenched teeth and lets go of me, her back landing between the two front seats. I don't let up. I rub circles on her clit even while her legs and stomach tremble, and I don't stop until my own climax begins to crest.

Pulse after pulse of warmth fills her and drips down her hole. With her eyes still glassy and her chest heaving, she reaches down and swipes the come all over her pussy before smearing it on her stomach.

There's no doubt about it. Allie is mine.