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28. Josh

I’ve lost count of how many girls I have fucked, and that’s not me trying to be a dick, I just never cared for any of them. They were a means to an end, something to pass the time while I dealt with my father’s bullshit, and right now I can’t even remember a single one of them. Hallie is spread out beneath me on my bed with my ring on her finger, and fuck she has never looked so good.

Usually the news of my father’s misdeeds would have sent me into a spiral, but she has managed to push it out of my mind with ease, and not for the first time. Hallie has had the ability to consume me since I was eleven years old, and in just a few short weeks of not pushing her away, everything has changed. We still have the same friendship and shared jokes from before, but gone is the distance, and in its place is something I never thought I’d have, least of all with her.

Her hair is splayed out across my pillow, and I know it will only increase the stain of her sweet scent on my bed sheets that I have become accustomed to. Her eyes are glazed, her pupils blown out in lust, as she stares up at me with a hunger that I’m sure mirrors my own. There is no mask on her face tonight, just the smile that first drew me in, and a need that rivals how desperate I am for her.

I move until I am settled between her parted thighs, my thumbs skimming the bare skin across the top of her stockings, mesmerized by the way she breaks out in goosebumps beneath my touch. Fuck. How the fuck did we get to a place of such magic between us.

“Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?” she asks, delighting me in a way she always does, and my heart starts beating wildly in my chest.

There is something happening inside of me, something that I have never felt before, something I don’t even know how to name. It’s like there’s an electricity thrumming within me, a fluttering deep in the pit of my stomach, that only intensifies as I lean down on one arm and fuse my lips to hers. She doesn’t just taste like sunshine, she tastes like mine, like she always has been, and it’s unnerving. Her lips are soft and wet, and I feel like I could kiss her forever and never get bored, but as my body presses into hers she moans into my mouth, making me groan.

I pull back and she is panting heavily, her chest heaving in an attempt to catch her breath, and the sight of it is addicting. I always want this, I want her here beneath me, her mouth on mine, her hands in my hair. I could feel the scrape of her rings against my skull, and it made me feel like I was going insane for her, yet I never want it to stop.

“I told you, Tink, I’m not fucking you, I’m owning you,” I finally respond, sliding my dick up and down her slit until I am drenched from her release. Fuck she’s wet, all warm and slick, and my throat burns to taste her again. I want to taste her forever.

“I don’t feel much owning going on,” she purrs, pulling me in for another kiss and grinding her hips on my cock like she is as desperate as I am. She’s blind if she thinks there is no owning going on here, she owns me completely.

“Such a brat,” I breathe against her mouth, lining my cock up with her opening but then pausing at the tip.

“Such an asshole,” she gasps back, pushing her hips down in an attempt to get me inside her further, and I can’t help but laugh.

Then I push inside her slowly, inch by glorious inch, as her wet heat wraps around me like a fucking vice, making her cry out in appreciation. I tense at the tightness of her, she is fucking dripping for me, and I can feel her clit swelling against my cock as I roll my hips against her, before I begin a slow assault. My pace is tortuous, but I want her to feel all of me, I want her to remember exactly how I feel moving inside of her until she remembers me and only me.

I’m already desperate to come, the feel of her just too damn fucking perfect, but I want to stay inside her for as long as possible, forever if she’d let me. A thought that stuns me, yet I know instantly this is more than either of us are willing to admit to one another, to ourselves, I knew it yesterday on the ice. Hell, I knew it on the ice when I was fucking eleven years old.

“Joshua,” she cries, reaching her hands up to cling to the back of my neck as she meets my every thrust, and fuck, the way she says my name is something I will never be able to erase.

I know she wants more, needs me faster, harder, but I want her moans, I want to drown in her pleas of pleasure until I can’t fucking breathe. “Beg me, baby, beg me or I will stop,” I demand, slipping my tongue back into her mouth and swallowing her moans.

“Harder, Joshua, please,” she begs freely, and fuck I want to come. I want to mark every inch of her skin until there is no mistake on who owns her. I pick up the pace, drawing my cock completely out of her, and then slamming back inside in one slick thrust, pounding into her again and again, and she takes every last bit of me without complaint. “Look at you,” I breathe, leaning up to watch as my cock sinks into her, her pussy swallowing me whole. “Look at how fucking well you take your husband’s cock.”

I have never been territorial before, never wanted to be, but with her it isn’t just a want, it’s a need. I can’t think about whoever had her before me, and thinking about anyone coming after me makes me want to squeeze the life out of something. She’s mine.

“My husband fucks me so good,” she purrs, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, letting the pleasure take over, and her words send me blind with lust.

My hand snaps out before I can stop it, gripping her chin firmly between my fingers until her eyes snap open. “Say that again,” I demand, my pace never relenting as my cock continues to fuck her deep and slow.

“You fuck me so good,” she gasps, eyes aflame beneath my power, and it does nothing to decrease my need for her.

“Don’t be a brat,” I grit back at her, my anger and lust fighting to come out on top. “You know what I want to hear, now be a good little wife and say it again.”

Her left hand slides up my arm, her ring glistening in the light and making me feral as she whispers, “My husband fucks me so good.”

Any control I thought I had left snaps, as I release her chin and snatch her left hand up with my own, our rings clashing together as hard as we are. Then I am fucking her, owning her, pounding into her sweet little cunt as hard and fast as I can possibly manage, until she is crying out beneath me.

Her mewls, moans, and screams are like a fucking symphony, and I don’t even care if the rest of the house hears. Let them. Let them listen to exactly how good I fuck my wife, how much she loves taking her husband’s cock, how much I love giving it to her. Yesterday on the ice was nothing compared to this, that was a quick fuck. This is life-altering sex I will never recover from, and if I am going down then so is she. So with my hand tightened in hers, I lean down and kiss her once more, her moans captured between my lips as her pussy tightens around me in the most incredible way.

“That’s it baby, squeeze my dick,” I growl against her lips, snapping my hips until I can feel my own release dancing up my spine. “I want your cum dripping down my cock, Hallie, I want to feel this sweet little pussy strangle my dick until I can barely fucking breathe.”

My words have a scream tearing from her throat as her body starts to shake beneath my own, and it takes everything I have to not come on the spot as she falls apart around me. Her orgasm is mind blowing, her pussy practically chokes my cock until I get exactly what I asked for. I struggle to catch my breath as I lean up and fuck her hard and fast, watching as her tits bounce up and down. I can’t help but lean down and lap my tongue against one of her nipples, sucking and pulling it between my teeth until her body shakes even harder.

One orgasm bleeds right into two, and fuck she looks stunning filled with my cock, her hand gripped in mine, as I pound her into the mattress. My tongue flicks her nipple rapidly before I sink my teeth around it and bite down until I leave a mark, only making her scream more. Fuck I want to leave my marks all over her, and when instead of pulling away, she pushes her chest up for more, I feel myself ready to blow.

“Fuck, Hallie, fuck,” I move to pull out, but her thighs clamp around my waist and she leans up and kisses me deeply.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispers, holding me against her, my cock never once stopping. “Fill your wife up with your cum.”

Fuck. Me.

Seven words and I am completely done, my cock exploding as I slam into her one last time, my cum flooding her pussy at her request.

My body collapses on top of hers and I know I need to move, that this is probably more than she can handle, but fuck, it’s more than I can handle too. I can barely catch my breath as I desperately try to suck in air between my teeth, and when I feel her move beneath me, I go to move, yet she surprises me by bringing her fingers back to my hair and combing them through it gently.

I’m not sure how long we lie there, but I rest my head on her chest, my cock still inside her, as I listen to the deep thrum of her heartbeat. Her hands keep up their gentle playing of my hair, and I honestly don’t think I have ever felt so at peace.

“I don’t think something fake is supposed to feel like this,” Hallie eventually mumbles, and I lift my head to find her eyes already on me. Her face is the most open I have ever seen, a million feelings written right there for the world to see, and yet for once I can’t work out a single one of them.

“Feel like what?” I ask, not really sure what I’m asking, or if I truly want the answer, and she smiles softly.

“Like I can only breathe when you are near me,” she admits softly, and that wild thumping of my heart is back again, her words sending a thrill through me.

Is this still fake? Are we still playing a game?Because if we are, the rules have disappeared out the window and I’m not sure if I am winning, or if I am going to lose bigger than ever before.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to feel like this either, but you’ve fucking ruined me, Hals.” My admission hangs in the air between us, and I can barely remember what it was like to only see her as my friend. Have I ever seen her like that, or was it always more?

Hallie opens her mouth to respond, but a loud banging on my door startles us both. I know that knock, it’s from the only person who even knocks on my door, and only ever when it’s important. I climb off of Hallie, throwing the blanket over her until she is completely covered, before grabbing a pair of shorts off the floor and quickly pulling them on.

When I pull the door open I find Daemon staring at me blankly, his eyes not even flinching at my lack of clothing. “Your father is here.” His words are barely out before my father appears at the end of the hallway, stalking towards me like a predator would his prey.

Daemon moves back slightly, but not in fear, no, I know from experience that he is preparing to step in if necessary, and I can’t say it won’t be. My father never comes here, and I don’t just mean he doesn’t stop by regularly, I mean he has literally never come here before, not even once.

“Good evening, Joshua,” he snarks in that airy mayoral tone of his, and I have to remind myself of the audience we have. It’s the only reason he is being so cordial.

“Father,” I grit through my teeth, trying to get a hold on my temper. “To what do I owe this unexpected surprise?” I can’t ignore the panic in my gut as I wonder if he has found out about my meeting with Lincoln, or worse, my time spent with Callia and Penelope, but I keep my cold mask firmly in place.

“Oh I was working late again so I just thought I’d pop in on my way home and say hello,” he muses, and I hear Daemon’s grunt of disapproval at his bullshit, but thankfully my father doesn’t.

My eyes catch on the pink stain of lipstick on his neck and I roll my eyes, working late my fucking ass. Yet before I can respond, he moves until he is standing in the doorway, Daemon tensing beside me, no doubt having already seen what I was trying to hide, as my father’s eyes travel over my shoulder landing on Hallie barely covered in my bed.

My father’s smile is wicked as he purrs, “Hallie my dear, didn’t expect to see you here.” His tone tells me he definitely wasn”t expecting to see her here, and it’s almost as if he is here to check up on us.

I take a step directly in front of him, blocking his line of sight completely as I snap, “She’s my wife, why wouldn’t she be here, the question is why are you here?”

My father laughs without a trace of humor as if he has found something delightful and unexpected. “I heard an interesting rumor this week,” he purrs, like he is talking to one of his lackeys, and my fingers clench for a taste of his blood.

“That makes two of us,” I toss back casually, not giving anything away to him, not like I used to, not when he is standing in my house and I can feel the support of my best friend and my wife.

I can also feel the lingering presence of Levi and Landon down the hall, and from the guilty look on his face, I know Levi is the one who let him in here in the first place. I’ll deal with him later.

“Apparently you made quite the threat to a Miss Michaels, and she thought I should know what kind of son I am raising, she was quite informative.”

Brianna. Of fucking course, I should have known. I wonder if she ran to her daddy first or mine.

“Is that who left that lipstick on your neck? Because if so I hope you enjoy sloppy seconds, she”s been through half the team at least ten times over,” I toss back, not giving him an inch of anything to work with, and I can see his patience floundering.

“Jett Michaels is one of my biggest investors, and you almost cost me that fucking relationship because you couldn’t play nice with his daughter. I taught you better than that, Joshua,” his tone is dripping in so much disappointment that it almost drowns me.

“I’m sure the satisfaction of riding the mayor”s dick cheered her back up,” I drawl, hitting him where I know it will anger, his pride, and his hands fly out just like I knew they would.

He throws me back against the door, forcing it to bang against the wall, and his only saving grace is the fact Hallie has somehow slipped out of bed, and tossed on one of my jerseys with her leggings to cover herself. It’s the only thing that keeps me from attacking him. I want his anger, I want his rage, I want to look him in the eye one last time and let him feel like he owns my whole fucking world, just before I rip it all out from under him.

“Watch your fucking mouth, boy,” he snaps, revealing the man I know all too well, and for once Daemon surprises me, he doesn’t attack, no instead he silently holds up his phone and starts recording him.

“Go on, hit me, I dare you, let’s see what your precious little voters think about that,” I taunt with a smile, and only then does he notice the phone, releasing me instantly. I push off the door and allow my height to tower over him. “I’m not as easy to keep in line anymore, Mayor, so if I were you I’d watch your back.”

I see the moment his fists clench and I prepare myself for the hit, it won’t exactly be the first, but before my father can decide one way or another, Daemon’s hand lands on his shoulder with a thud. “You need to leave, now,” he warns, his tone like icy death, and whatever my father sees in his eyes makes him visibly swallow.

It only takes a second for him to regain his composure though, straightening his suit, as Hallie comes to stand beside me, slipping her trembling hand into mine.

“How’s your father these days, Mr. Forbes?” he asks, focusing on my best friend like he is a new bug he wants to squish beneath his expensive loafers. “Been to visit him in prison lately?” The question is meant only to taunt Daemon, throwing his past in his face like that, and I panic at the thought it might push him into his usual darkness.

Yet my best friend only smirks as he replies coldly, “Not since the day I put him there.” His response makes me smile, because soon we will have more in common than we already do.

When my father grunts and steps back he sees that he is now surrounded. Hallie is at my side, holding her head up high, a mask of disapproval that I know isn’t fake covering her face. Daemon is staring my father down like he will gut him on the spot if he makes one wrong move, and Levi and Landon are watching from down the hall as if they have never truly seen the truth of their mayor before, and they haven’t.

I know the moment my father realizes he made a mistake by coming here, because for the first time in my life when he brings his stare back to mine he looks wary of me. Not once in his arrogant life has he ever taken a step back and looked at the family I have built for myself in my team, at how they would have my back. No, instead he’s floundered at parties and fundraisers, telling anyone who will listen that I am following in his footsteps. Taking him down is going to be more enjoyable than I thought.

“You can see yourself out,” I tell him dryly, not giving him any more ammunition, and also not wanting him here for another second longer.

My father’s face is that of thunder as he turns and stalks down the hall and towards the stairs, and none of us move until we hear the slam of the front door. Only then do I share a look with Daemon, who nods before slipping back off to the comfort of his room.

Landon looks at me in horror as if wondering if my father has always been that way, and Levi moves to step towards me, an apology no doubt on the tip of his tongue, but I halt him in his tracks. “Not now,” I spit, pushing back inside my room with Hallie and closing the door behind us.

Before I can even open my mouth her lips are on me, her body pressing against me, and every ounce of tension within me disappears instantly. Her hands slip between my own and she squeezes it three times. Are you okay?

My own hand squeezes her three times in return. Yes, I’m okay.

Only then do I pull back and bring my gaze to hers. “Now where were we?” I ask with a devilish smile, dipping down and picking her up until her legs wrap around my waist. “Ah that’s it, I was about to lick my cum clean from your pussy and then fuck your pretty little throat in the shower.” I pair my words with the hard slap of her ass, and just like that, my father’s visit is forgotten about, and I lose myself in my wife yet again.

I definitely need to remember to send him that thank you note.

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