Branded
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Except when they were sucking on her clit and devouring every inch of her sweet pussy…while Dax rubbed her shoulders.
“GODDAMMIT!” I shout, throwing one last brutal punch to the middle of the bag. My heart is beating so fast and I’m breathing so hard I almost feel like I’m going to fucking pass out. Bending over at the waist, I rest my hands on my knees and try to catch my breath.
The screaming beat of Dragula is immediately cut off and silence fills the room. I blink the burning sweat out of my eyes and turn my head to see Collin standing next to the stereo system.
“Jesus, man. Who the hell pissed YOU off?” he chuckles as he strolls over to the heavy bag and rests his hands on it to get it to stop swaying back and forth.
I probably should’ve gone for a run around my neighborhood or worked out with the equipment in my garage so I wouldn’t have been interrupted. My shift just ended an hour ago, and since the county ambulance transport unit where I’m currently working as a paramedic is connected to the fire station that has a state of the art gym, I figured there was no point in going home to punch my frustrations away. Judging by the look on Collin’s face, I should’ve gotten the fuck out of Dodge. He’s got that we should talk look written all over him. Now that he and Finnley are shacking up, he’s surrounded by estrogen day in and day out and he’s all about discussing his feelings and all that other bullshit.
“I’m not pissed off,” I tell him. “I’m just out of shape.”
Collin shakes his head at me as I push off of my knees and stand up, ripping the tape off of my swollen and bruised hands. “Nice try, asshole. You got blood all over my heavy bag. I hope you’re planning on cleaning that shit up.”
“Fuck off,” I growl, tossing the sweaty, bloody tape into the nearest garbage can, trying not to wince when I flex my fingers.
Shit, this is really going to hurt tomorrow.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll stick to fucking the gorgeous woman I have waiting for me at home,” he laughs.
I shake my head, walking away from him to my duffel bag I tossed on the floor by the door. Grabbing the towel resting on top, I wipe the sweat off of my face and gently blot at my knuckles. “Stop rubbing it in my face. I don’t need to constantly hear about your sex life.”
“Speaking of sex life, what happened the other night between you and Phina at the gallery? You ready to talk about that smack across the face she gave you? Sex is always involved when a woman is pissed enough to smack a guy,” Collin says casually. He’s digging for information without coming right out and asking me if I fucked her. He’s a good guy like that, but I’m not about to discuss what happened with him, even if he is my best friend. He’s engaged to Phina’s best friend. If she finds out I was gossiping like a girl about what went down with us the other night, she’ll have my balls.
With a sigh, I lean my back against the wall and slide down to the floor, giving my legs a break before they give out.
“That woman is fucking insane,” I complain.
“And you were a perfect gentleman, I’m sure.”
All right, so I might have called her a slut right before she cracked me across the face, but give me a break. One minute she was moaning and shouting my name and the next, she was pretending like she barely knew me. I had my fingers buried inside of her, my head rested between her thighs for over an hour and I could still taste her on my tongue. Phina could pretend all she wanted to, but I wasn’t about to put up with that shit. I am man enough to admit that it stung a little when it was all over and she ushered me out of her house like I was a vacuum salesman and she had no use for what I was selling. I can even admit to checking my phone every hour for the next couple of days after that night, wondering why she hadn’t called or sent a text. What I couldn’t stand was her aloof and bitchy attitude at the gallery the other night. She looked at me like I was the dirt on her shoe and didn’t even want to acknowledge what happened.
Did she even give that night a second thought, or did she just blow out the candles, toss the sheets in the washing machine and pretend like it had never happened? And if she did do all of that shit, why the hell couldn’t I do the same? Why couldn’t I just forget the sound of her voice shouting my name? She shouted MY fucking name, not Dax’s. She stared at ME the entire time I made her come, not him. He was just another piece of furniture in the room and I feel like a piece of shit for letting it get to me. He was a place for her to rest her head while I licked her pussy and gave her multiple screaming orgasms. That was one of her rules that I actually didn’t even question. That night wasn’t about crazy, DP porn. She only wanted ME to give her pleasure and Dax to watch.
Fucking Dax.
I hate that he got to see the look on her face when she came, the way her skin flushed after each orgasm and the way her thighs started shaking right before she let go. I clench my sore fists and have to fight the urge to get my ass up off the floor and do some more damage to the fucking heavy bag.
“I feel like it’s necessary that I give you a little piece of advice,” Collin tells me, pulling my gaze away from the heavy bag calling my name. “Finnley will kick my ass AND your ass if you piss Phina off again. So, just be careful.”
I scoff and shake my head. “I have no intentions of going anywhere near Phina again, so tell the little missus she can retract her claws.”
The lie easily rolls off my tongue. Who the fuck am I kidding? One taste of Phina only made the craving worse. I thought I could get her out of my system once and for all. The girl I had a crush on in high school, the one who starred in every fantasy I beat off to during my teenage years, had turned into the hottest woman I have ever seen. Nothing like running into your high school crush years later, only to find out time had made her more beautiful than I ever remembered. Absence makes the dick grow fonder, isn’t that what they say? She wanted nothing to do with me until I got a few drinks into her and she dropped her guard a little. I wanted to know why she had such an attitude, why she looked at me like she hated me, even though we’d barely said two words to each other in high school and hadn’t seen each other in over fifteen years. What better way to break the ice than to play a drinking game called What’s Your Biggest Fantasy? I was more than a little surprised that the sweet Seraphina Giordano from high school had turned into a kinky little shit who wanted one man to pleasure her while the other watched. Every man’s fucking fantasy. Well, aside from having two chicks at once, but I’ve been there, done that and it’s not as much fun as everyone thinks. One pussy at a time is more than enough, thank you very much. It took me a few months to get everything in order after the bullshit that happened between Collin, Finnley and her fucked up ex, Jordan, but I still made it happen and now she wants to ignore it.
“GODDAMMIT!” I shout, throwing one last brutal punch to the middle of the bag. My heart is beating so fast and I’m breathing so hard I almost feel like I’m going to fucking pass out. Bending over at the waist, I rest my hands on my knees and try to catch my breath.
The screaming beat of Dragula is immediately cut off and silence fills the room. I blink the burning sweat out of my eyes and turn my head to see Collin standing next to the stereo system.
“Jesus, man. Who the hell pissed YOU off?” he chuckles as he strolls over to the heavy bag and rests his hands on it to get it to stop swaying back and forth.
I probably should’ve gone for a run around my neighborhood or worked out with the equipment in my garage so I wouldn’t have been interrupted. My shift just ended an hour ago, and since the county ambulance transport unit where I’m currently working as a paramedic is connected to the fire station that has a state of the art gym, I figured there was no point in going home to punch my frustrations away. Judging by the look on Collin’s face, I should’ve gotten the fuck out of Dodge. He’s got that we should talk look written all over him. Now that he and Finnley are shacking up, he’s surrounded by estrogen day in and day out and he’s all about discussing his feelings and all that other bullshit.
“I’m not pissed off,” I tell him. “I’m just out of shape.”
Collin shakes his head at me as I push off of my knees and stand up, ripping the tape off of my swollen and bruised hands. “Nice try, asshole. You got blood all over my heavy bag. I hope you’re planning on cleaning that shit up.”
“Fuck off,” I growl, tossing the sweaty, bloody tape into the nearest garbage can, trying not to wince when I flex my fingers.
Shit, this is really going to hurt tomorrow.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll stick to fucking the gorgeous woman I have waiting for me at home,” he laughs.
I shake my head, walking away from him to my duffel bag I tossed on the floor by the door. Grabbing the towel resting on top, I wipe the sweat off of my face and gently blot at my knuckles. “Stop rubbing it in my face. I don’t need to constantly hear about your sex life.”
“Speaking of sex life, what happened the other night between you and Phina at the gallery? You ready to talk about that smack across the face she gave you? Sex is always involved when a woman is pissed enough to smack a guy,” Collin says casually. He’s digging for information without coming right out and asking me if I fucked her. He’s a good guy like that, but I’m not about to discuss what happened with him, even if he is my best friend. He’s engaged to Phina’s best friend. If she finds out I was gossiping like a girl about what went down with us the other night, she’ll have my balls.
With a sigh, I lean my back against the wall and slide down to the floor, giving my legs a break before they give out.
“That woman is fucking insane,” I complain.
“And you were a perfect gentleman, I’m sure.”
All right, so I might have called her a slut right before she cracked me across the face, but give me a break. One minute she was moaning and shouting my name and the next, she was pretending like she barely knew me. I had my fingers buried inside of her, my head rested between her thighs for over an hour and I could still taste her on my tongue. Phina could pretend all she wanted to, but I wasn’t about to put up with that shit. I am man enough to admit that it stung a little when it was all over and she ushered me out of her house like I was a vacuum salesman and she had no use for what I was selling. I can even admit to checking my phone every hour for the next couple of days after that night, wondering why she hadn’t called or sent a text. What I couldn’t stand was her aloof and bitchy attitude at the gallery the other night. She looked at me like I was the dirt on her shoe and didn’t even want to acknowledge what happened.
Did she even give that night a second thought, or did she just blow out the candles, toss the sheets in the washing machine and pretend like it had never happened? And if she did do all of that shit, why the hell couldn’t I do the same? Why couldn’t I just forget the sound of her voice shouting my name? She shouted MY fucking name, not Dax’s. She stared at ME the entire time I made her come, not him. He was just another piece of furniture in the room and I feel like a piece of shit for letting it get to me. He was a place for her to rest her head while I licked her pussy and gave her multiple screaming orgasms. That was one of her rules that I actually didn’t even question. That night wasn’t about crazy, DP porn. She only wanted ME to give her pleasure and Dax to watch.
Fucking Dax.
I hate that he got to see the look on her face when she came, the way her skin flushed after each orgasm and the way her thighs started shaking right before she let go. I clench my sore fists and have to fight the urge to get my ass up off the floor and do some more damage to the fucking heavy bag.
“I feel like it’s necessary that I give you a little piece of advice,” Collin tells me, pulling my gaze away from the heavy bag calling my name. “Finnley will kick my ass AND your ass if you piss Phina off again. So, just be careful.”
I scoff and shake my head. “I have no intentions of going anywhere near Phina again, so tell the little missus she can retract her claws.”
The lie easily rolls off my tongue. Who the fuck am I kidding? One taste of Phina only made the craving worse. I thought I could get her out of my system once and for all. The girl I had a crush on in high school, the one who starred in every fantasy I beat off to during my teenage years, had turned into the hottest woman I have ever seen. Nothing like running into your high school crush years later, only to find out time had made her more beautiful than I ever remembered. Absence makes the dick grow fonder, isn’t that what they say? She wanted nothing to do with me until I got a few drinks into her and she dropped her guard a little. I wanted to know why she had such an attitude, why she looked at me like she hated me, even though we’d barely said two words to each other in high school and hadn’t seen each other in over fifteen years. What better way to break the ice than to play a drinking game called What’s Your Biggest Fantasy? I was more than a little surprised that the sweet Seraphina Giordano from high school had turned into a kinky little shit who wanted one man to pleasure her while the other watched. Every man’s fucking fantasy. Well, aside from having two chicks at once, but I’ve been there, done that and it’s not as much fun as everyone thinks. One pussy at a time is more than enough, thank you very much. It took me a few months to get everything in order after the bullshit that happened between Collin, Finnley and her fucked up ex, Jordan, but I still made it happen and now she wants to ignore it.
